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With uncanny accuracy you thrust the sword through the open visor into the droid's computer brain. It folds up and then locks solid, its circuits dead. Looking around you realise that no-one has noticed that there is anything unusual about the droid knight and you drag it away, thankful that it is made of light alloys. As soon as you are away from the press of battle you take out your blaster and vapourise it. Make a Chance Roll.