And then, without warning, the Separatist microchip in his wrist
burst into violent, burning life. Gasping, he let go of the Force.
Stumbled into real time and struck the sharp edge of a ferrocrete wall
with his shoulder.
Somewhere up ahead, a klaxon started wailing.
“Vape it!” said Anakin, in real time beside him. “I can’t believe
this Sep security!”
They’d stumbled into a sensor-monitored restricted zone.
No need to confer. Grabbing their wrists, they reached for the
Force and used it to fuse the microchips’ circuitry. That hurt even
worse than the original insertion, but it was better than being found
by the Seps. And any trouble the fused sensors caused them later on
would have to be dealt with later on. Right now disappearing from the
sensor grid was the only thing that mattered.