Author's Note: First of all, Mystery99, I am a great comedian. Thanks for noticing my immense talent! I'm just going to go retreat to that dark corner of the room and sob quietly to myself for a couple of weeks, okay? That thing you said in the parentheses was uncalled for.

Well, since I'm done crying, I can finally update!(See what I did there? I blamed my laziness on Mystery99. Oh, what a devious mind is in my head.) Also, AaylaKit, I thought that your idea was quite compelling. I would have used it, but I'm not really sure it would go well with my story. Alas. Maybe some form of me in some parallel universe took your advice, and their story went on to be sold by the quintillions and they would go on to be known for the rest of eternity. But that's not me. Too bad, huh?

Guess what! So, I know I haven't updated in forever, and I will admit that the next update won't be for a while(There are reasons! I promise!) But I have made a personal commitment to myself to update once a week. Not too bad, right? And on another note, if anyone reading this likes Halo, I really need reviews for my Halo story. I'm getting desperate. I just put up chapter 12 and no one's reviewed since 9. So if you could go over to my Halo story and review it, that would be awesome.

P.S. Mystery99, you know we be tight.

Kit held the droid in the air while it plead for mercy.

"Please! I can give you information, food, anything you want!" He really had no idea why the Seperatists had programmed their soldiers to be such whimps. At the first hint of danger away from their squad, they threw down their weapons and begged for forgiveness.

Well, he might as well make use of it as much as he could.

"Tell me what happened to the other people in my unit and I'll consider not killing you."

The droid stopped flailing for a moment and glanced at Kit and the two clones lounging on chairs made of dead droids on either side of him.

"Well, uh...I can give you any information besides that."

"Oh, that's alright then. Dodger, how about you get some target practice in?"

"Yes sir." Dodger said as the pilot stood and lifted his carbine at the droid.

"Wait, wait, wait! I can tell you a little bit about your people."

"Then spit it out."

The droid just sat there for a moment, suspended in air.

"Do you promise to put me down if I tell you?" Kit nodded. "Okay then. We may have encountered a platoon of clones, and we may or may not have taken them and you people back to base. Is that enough for you?"

Kit thought for a moment, then said,

"I guess it will have to do." He dropped the droid to the ground as he turned away.

After a few minutes of walking, tinkering with various broken droid appendages and muttering to himself, Kit came back with a collar made out of droid fingers and a leash made up of a leg.

"Crash, put this on our friend. You get to babysit him for now."

"Oh, come on." The bald clone started to say, but shut his mouth when Kit gave him a look. He sighed in resignation and muttered, "Yes sir."

Kit turned and started walking away and Dodger called after him,

"General, where are we going?"

Kit smiled at the clone and said,

"We're going to find a Separatist base."

Author's Note: Sorry, it's not very interesting right now, but it'll pick up. I hope. I'll try to make my next review happen as soon as possible!