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The first thing the battle droid heard was the screeching and huffing of factory machines. Everything was still black, but after a few moments the B1 battle droid could see. There was a long line of battle droids in front of it that didn't have heads yet. It tried to turn around, but was restrained from doing so. The B1 droid was jolted as they, and the other finished droids, were pushed along a conveyor belt. Since they were moving backwards, it couldn't see where they were headed. The droid looked up and saw a huge factory with many other conveyor belts putting together parts of other B1 droids. Where am I? It wondered. Less than a minute later the droids came to a halt and the new battle droid was jolted again. I wish it would stop doing that. It thought to itself.
A Geonosian factory worker came walking down the line from the back, hitting a button to officially activate the droids. The insect-looking worker stopped next to the battle droid and pressed a few buttons on him. "Identification number: OM-682. Roger Roger," the droid spoke. The worker checked him off the list and went on to the next droid.
A couple minutes later, the droids were released from the conveyor belt. OM-682 turned to his right and faced a yellow OOM-series battle droid addressing him and the other droids. "I am OOM-818. I will be your Commander and you are now part of my platoon. This platoon is named Volcano. The platoon is divided into two sections. All of you will be in Section 1. Follow me," the Commander ordered. The Commander began leading them down a long hallway. OM-682 looked at the walls and ceiling, it was metallic and the air was cold. Their footsteps made a clanking sound with each step. "What's your name?" The droid next to him asked. "OM-682, what's yours?" he asked back. "KL-787," the droid answered. "Where do you think we're going?" KL-787 whispered (if droid's could whisper). He was about to reply when the Commander interrupted them. "Here are your living quarters. This is where Section 1 of our platoon will reside while out of combat. Section 2 is across the hall," The Commander gestured. "Please look around. I hope you like it," The Commander started walking back down the hall the way they had come, "I will be back shortly," he informed and walked away. OM-682 wondered how many other droids were in his section. Including himself, he counted six. By the time he finished counting, his fellow droids were already entering the dorm. OM-682 looked down the hallway. It seemed as if the hallway went on forever in both directions. "Are you coming?" KL-787 asked. "Roger roger," OM-682 replied before entering the doorway behind KL-787.
Their home was set up exactly like an apartment, the doorway opening up immediately to the living room. The living room had a large window behind 2 gray couches. Adjacent to the window was a large TV with lots of movies and video games. If you turned left at the doorway were the bedrooms. OM-682 strolled down the small hallway to his bedroom. A sign on the door read: OM-682. The droid opened the door and glanced around his room. The room was quite small, but it had nice carpet and a small chair to rest on. His charging station was next to the chair. There was a window on the other side of the room and he went over to look at it. There wasn't much to see, just another residence complex. OM-682 looked back at his room. There was a metal chest and he went over to open it. The chest was empty, so OM-682 figured he was supposed to put his possessions in there. "Attention Section 1," their Commander called from the living room. OM-682 shut the chest and walked back into the living room. His comrades had gathered around Commander and OM-682 joined them. "You are free to move around the living area, but you are not permitted leave without permission. Please relax, this your home," the Commander finished. "Introduce yourself to one another. All of you are expected to be respectful. I reside with Section 2 of our platoon. We will begin patrolling the living complexes tomorrow at 8:00 a.m. " After that, the Commander left the dorm and the door closed behind him. It was silent for a few moments before one of the droids spoke up. "I guess we should introduce ourselves," one of the droids said. Each one of the droids gave their identification number. His comrades' names were: CY-460, XM-981, GH-528, KL-787, and OE-827. "What do we do now?" OM-682 asked. "Want to play video games?" CY-460 suggested (yes, even battle droids like video games). It was a unanimous yes. The droids started playing some war and fighting video games and watched a war movie before everyone needed to recharge themselves. All the droids had become friends by the time the night was over. They had even given a few nicknames to each other. There was Fire (for being aggressive when in combat), Flame (for being a flamethrower battle droid), Snail (being the most cautious), and OM-682 was nicknamed Snipes (for being a great sniper and covering his comrades' backs). KL-787 and OE-827 wanted to keep their identification numbers. Everyone's battery was running low from the excitement of the day. They all made their way back to their own rooms. The lights flashed on and Snipes walked in. He plugged himself into the charger. It had been an exciting day! Beep. Beep. Beep. Logging off.
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