Blood and Melted metal

"Warning! Immediate impact in fifteen minutes!" A mechanical monotone voice came on over the ship's speakers. Screeching and rumbling could be heard as metal plates could be heard being torn off by its ever increasing speed.

A terminal with a B1 pilot droid laying slumped over by the council could be seen. The red terminal was blinking with symbols and shapes written all over it. A warning was blinking over it stating that the control mechanism has been damage. That there was no way that the ship could be slow down.

There were other droids over other counsels trying to stop the ship from tearing itself apart. A tactical droid was standing in the middle giving out commands. All of a sudden a man in grey suit walked through the doors leading to the command deck. He has brown blondish heir combed to the left side. His face was a little roundish as it was a human male standing there. Years of experience could be seen underneath his eyes. His green eyes scans the room as he jogs next to the tactical droid. The tactical droids paint was wearing off. The officer spoke up.

"Send out all fighters! Load the transport ships and send them out. Make it fast!" The man said in a dry voice. "We are currently doing that General." The droid then spoke back. "We are also messaging rest of the fleet about the situation." The droid pause for a couple minutes processing something. "We need to get you off ship General."

A B2 grapple droid followed by two B1 security droid came through the door. They walked up to the General and the tactical droid.

The B2 droid was painted blue on its legs, head, and arms. Both arms having a long oval like weapon with two prongs sticking out by its hand. Indicating its close quarters combat. With a blue glowing half circle on its chest that also went down its arms.

The General snorted and was about to say something when a loud screeching was heard throughout the whole ship. The ship violently rumbled and started to sway left to right. The mechanical monotone voice came on again "Warning! Life support system is offline!" All of a sudden everyone in the command deck was flung to the wall at the back of the room. With the view ports closing its view for safety precaution.

No one moved for a second until the tactical droid moved off the wall. A whine could be heard as it slowly took its steps away from the wall. Its magnetic footing only keeping the droid off the wall. The B2 grapple droid also got off the wall with its special magnetic feet. Walking over to the unconcise General. It slowly picked him up wrapping the grappling cable for support. Walking out of the command deck. The tactical droid was about to follow the two when all of a sudden its eyes turned off then back on. It switched its destination to one of the control counsels on the bridge. Slowly hooking itself in. Taking control of the whole ship's system. As if guided by some being.

Against all its programming the droid spoke up to no one in particular. "Thank you general. Long may peace reign, long live the Confederacy!"

The ship's cannons lit up with laser fire shooting out in all directions. Shooting on all ships that did not bear the blue hexagon. Heading towards a grey planet. It finally hit the planet's atmosphere. Still firing as the ship dives down for the last time.