When we got back to Coruscant, I immiediately set upon getting the armor up to its original specs, but all I could do was get it up to half of its full power with some modification (I ended up pretty much with what Boba Fett would have been running around in had I not stripped his father's corpse bare.) In order to get it working though, i needed to pick up some special parts that were extremely rare. I was approached by a man in a dark cloak who told me if I delivered a small package to his associate, I would be compensated with the parts to repair the armor. He gives me the package, and when I run into the party they inform me that they are going on a mission to a planet to try and track down count dooku. By a happy coincidence, it was the same planet I had been instructed to go to. The greedo type Jedi was suspicious of me, and planted the suggestion that he the party should go along with me when I went on my business. I walked right up to shady mcobvious sith, and handed him the package, which was schematics for a giant orb shaped superweapon, and he handed the over parts to repair the armor and, as a token of his esteem, a red bladed lightsaber. The rest of the party attacked and I did the heroic and manly thing, I jetpacked out of getting killed range and went back to the ship to work on the armor. When I was done i had a hand held repeating blaster with a lightsaber bayonett, and some salvaged mandalorian battle armor. The rest of the party came in and started to ask me why i was trafficking with the sith, but my greed had effectively blinded me so their force powers did nothing. The footless wookie was enraged at my betrayel and attacked, but I managed IN DEFIANCE OF THE GODS OF PROBABILITY to take off his other foot with my evil sith lightsaber bayonet. The trap convinced everyone to calm down, which worked untill I decided to be an ass and shot up the foot so it couldn't be reattached. Then I jetpacked away to safety.