On the road to the bonewall, abruptly and precipitated by no particular event that he can discern, he is swallowed up by black tentacles and wrenched violently in something that he is only moderately confident is a direction.
"On my planet dead people get back up after they die. In my country they have geases put on them by prisoners and are sent to the wall surrounding the country to defend it from invaders. The geas I am under was placed on me by a prisoner who wanted me to get everyone else out."
"I see. Some non-droid people say that their minds persist after death, but their bodies don't get back up. Droids' minds are destroyed if you destroy the correct parts of their body."
He can't see why you'd think your mind persisted after death if it couldn't do anything with your dead body. If there's a dead body that's not being moved around by a mind it usually means that the body's mind spent all their self and doesn't exist any more. "The geas allows me to prioritize. I am going to overthrow the Jawas in this sandcrawler first. X, are you willing to help me do so, and are you willing to help me expand my power base once I have done so?"
"I think the non-droid people who think their minds persist after death are probably wrong, which means I cannot kill them. Are there such things as reliably nonlethal weapons on this sandcrawler, and will you continue to be willing to work with me if I oblige you to use them."
"Oppression is a sufficient but not a necessary condition to trigger the geas," he says levelly. "I am not commenting on what would or would not be ethical. I don't particularly care about being a good person. Given a choice I would much prefer to be evil. I am under hostile unliftable mind control and am describing what that mind control does and does not permit me to do."
X holds up a hand to forestall further comments from the peanut gallery. "Stun blasters exist and I think the Jawas probably have some. Do you think you can take over the sandcrawler if you get your hands on them?"
"They're guns that cause people hit by them to fall safely and reversibly unconscious." And she clarifies "guns" when he asks.
"It sounds like a gun battle would be determined overwhelmingly by first-mover advantage," he says. "But it's possible I could move stealthily enough to acquire some, or disarm a Jawa before it knew I was there, given some favorable conditions I may be able to arrange. Is there a reason you haven't tried a plan like this."
"The main obstacle is restraining bolts. Your geas sounds roughly similar to them - they prevent us from taking certain actions against organics or against some subset of organics. Mine is malfunctioning so I can do some things the other droids here can't, but I still wouldn't be able to fire a weapon at all, and we don't have access to the tools we need to remove them."
"I don't think so. I've been acting like I can't do anything the other droids can't, and I haven't noticed the Jawas treating me any different."
"All right. We should establish exactly what you can do that they won't expect you to be able to do, and when we're going to next interact with Jawas, but between your faulty restraining bolt and them presumably not knowing I'm here I think we can put together something."
*
There is a large vertical sliding door at one end of the droid bay. It slides open. He is still and quiet, against the wall adjacent to the entrance, behind a powered-down GNK power droid and out of the three entering Jawas' lines of sight.
X blends into the mass of other droids, waiting for the Jawas to get farther from the entrance than she is.
He's fast. He runs and stays low and sweeps his leg under the nearest Jawa and ducks and rolls as the middle one aims its stun blaster -