IG-88 Durability 2

The  instant  he  passed  through  the metal  hatch, four  ion cannons on either side of the  entryway fired  at him,  triggered  by  motion  sensors as  he crossed  the thresh­ old.

The  high-power  weapons  slammed  a  cloud  of  crack­ ling  blue  electricity  into him,  enveloping him  with a  flood of short circuits, a mass of  contradictory impulses  that shut down his systems one  after another  despite his  shielding.  Ion  cannons  produced  no  physical  damage,  no  thermal  emissions  --  they  simply  shut  down  elec­tronic systems.

And  IG-88  was  one  enormous  set  of  electronics.  Boba  Fett had been waiting for him, not Han Solo.                   His  body disconnected,  his  mind  scrambled.  Thoughts  flickered  like  ricocheting  projectiles  inside a  sealed  metal  room,  and  IG-88  lost  all control.  He jit­tered,  stuttered,  his  arms  flailed.  His  weapons refused  to fire. His optical sensors filled with static,  frying, re­ covering, then frying again.

The  ion  cannon  bombardment   stopped,  and  his  self­ repairing  systems  gave  him  one  instant  of  vision,  a  video  frame:   Boba  Fett   emerging  from   the  shadows,  holding  a  portable  ion  cannon  like  a  bazooka.  Boba  Fett fired again, personally this time.  A blast  of electri­cal  fire  like  a  comet  struck  IG-88's  chest  and bowled  him   over  so  that  his  multi-metric-ton  body  smashed  into  the  metal  walls, denting  them as  he tumbled  to the  ground.

Boba  Fett  strode  forward,  looking  through  the  black  slit  in  his  Mandalorian  helmet.  "No microtracker  is too  small  to  evade  my  inspection.  I  found  your  device  on  my ship."

Fett  stood  over  the  crumbled  form  of  the  assassin  droid,  who  lay  unable to  move or  defend himself,  all of  his weapons systems off line. "I knew you were coming."

With    emergency    backup  systems,  IG-88B   continued  to  transmit  his  subspace  signal,  uploading his  files to  Mechis  III  in  a  last  desperate  attempt to  preserve his  memories.  Even  if  this  metal  form  were  destroyed  --  and it looked as if  that was  about to  happen --  his entity  could continue