From Pit to Pilot to Corporal


It's interesting, artificial life is. You don't have to do all the same things most organics have to do, like breathe, drink, eat, excrete, or sleep (although I do have to recharge my batteries from time to time). If it weren't for that, and the sand in my servomotors, I could putter along indefinitely, even on dreary, void planets like Abafar. It made me feel a little bit sorry for Corporal-I mean Colonel-Gascon, the leader of our D-Squad.

Ah, the innocence of being a WAC! Starting life as a pit droid wasn't as bad as one might think, because I got to run around and feel so important, servicing those podracers and all, and I even got promoted to the head honcho of the pit droids on Tatooine. I doubt if he remembers me, but Jedi Anakin Skywalker was present as a boy at one of the podraces that I served, way back before Commander Neyo was given command of me by the Grand Army of the Republic.

Promotion to the best possible position I can be means everything to me, and that's because I enjoy any opportunity to lead a mission to kick the Separatists' butts. But Colonel saw fit to make me "just a pilot!" Fortunately, I showed him some spunky maneuvers on that Separatist dreadnaught, and I think he started to change his opinion of me.

That's what I want to be, too: someone who is well respected by others and is appreciated by them. Frankly, I think droids deserve such an honor more than men and women do, because we have so much more endurance under duress and stress. But Gascon and others think that just because I'm not a mech, I'm not worth a credit to anyone or anything. But now, I'm not just a pilot droid, or even a modified pit droid. I am a Corporal in the Grand Army, and a hero of it, too! What could be better than pulling rank in the greatest organic and robotic army in the galaxy? Who knows? Maybe someday, the whole line will start behind me, even with the mechs.