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"Don't worry, Phoenix Leader. We'll be back with those codes before you know it," Wedge told Hera from an Imperial shuttle that detached from the Ghost in space.

"Let's hope your co-pilots aren't more of a challenge than the mission," Zeb teased from the Ghost's cockpit with Ezra and Hera.

"What makes you say that?" Wedge asked with confusion.

"No reason Zeb joked before both he and Ezra chuckled.

"Let's cut the chatter," Hera told the Mandalorian and Lasat, "We've got a job to do."

"Copy that. Phoenix Leader," Wedge said before the shuttle he was piloting jumped into Hyperspace.

"Despite what you two think, I'm confident we have our best team on the job," Hera told them.

"Okay, since when does our best team include AP-5, Chopper, and Wedge?" Zeb asked her.


"I don't get it, AP-5. Why are you so surprised?" Wedge asked AP-5 who was sitting in a seat behind him in the Imperial shuttle as it traveled through Hyperspace with Chopper behind AP-5 painted with an Imperial astromech color scheme, "Hera picked me for this mission."

"Your grasp of protocol is sorely lacking. Imperial pilots never remove their helmets in flight," AP-5 answered.

"I know, I was the top of my class at the Imperial academy," Wedge reminded him.

"Oh, Lieutenant Antilles, you are mistaking my detail for an attack on your obviously fragile ego," AP-5 told him as Chopper grunted, "I want this mission to go precisely as planned. We need to acquire the Imperial codes for our attack on Lothal."

"Yeah, I was at the briefing, too," Wedge reminded AP-5 as Chopper grunted a response to AP-5, causing him to turn to Chopper.

"You just got your circuits overheated that I was put in charge," AP-5 told him, causing Chopper to grunt a response, "Well, it is not your mission. It is mine. Captain Syndulla was specific about this being my operation due to my skill set and experience."

"Can you two argue somewhere else?" Wedge asked the two droids, causing Chopper to grunt a response.

"I will have you know, anything you can do, I can do better," AP-5 told Chopper, causing Chopper to grunt an argue response, "Yes, I can." Chopper grunted again, "Yes, I can!" Chopper grunted yet again, "That includes even being a rebel spy." Chopper grunted another response, "My programming is superior to yours." Chopper grunted again, "Yes, it is." Chopper grunted again, "Yes, it is!" Chopper grunted yet again, "Yes, it is!"

"Now I know why I got this mission, nobody else wanted it," Wedge muttered to himself.


"Yes, I can!" AP-5 yelled at Chopper as they continued to argue as the shuttle soon jumped out of Hyperspace and flew towards and into the atmosphere of Killun.

"Lock it down, you two," Wedge told AP-5 and Chopper as he put on his Imperial pilot helmet as they began to approach Killun station, "Here comes the welcoming committee."

"This is a restricted sector. Identify yourselves," a male Imperial voice said over the shuttle's comm system.

"This is 836-VS. Delivery of service droids," Wedge answered, "Code clearance, uh, B6279."

"That was not very convincing," AP-5 told Wedge as he crossed his arms, "I definitely would not believe you."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," Wedge told him.

"836-VS, you've been cleared. Follow us in," the male Imperial voice said as TIE fighters began escorting the shuttle to the station's landing pad.

"No, you follow my lead," AP-5 told Chopper as they walked off the shuttle's ramp as it landed on the landing pad while Chopper grunted as they approached a scanner where there were two stormtroopers guarding it.

"Halt. Proceed through the scanner one at a time," one of the stormtroopers told him.

"I'm aware of the protocol," AP-5 told the stormtrooper as he walked through the scanner which beeped positive as its light flashes green.

"Now you," the stormtrooper ordered Chopper after AP-5 passed through the scanner as Chopper rolled through the scanner it didn't beep or flashed with confirmation.

"I told you to follow my lead," AP-5 told Chopper, who grunted a response as they entered the station, "No, that's not what you were doing."

The scanner beeped negative and flashed red as AP-5 and Chopper entered the station with the stormtroopers not taking notice.


"Controller, an unauthorized droid has just entered the ISB base on Killun-71," a communications officer named 3-9 told the Imperial Controller named LT-319 on an Imperial IGV-55 surveillance vessel in space.

"This could be the spy droid we have been searching for. Set a course," LT-319 ordered.


"You were fortunate to pass through security. We still have to get to the central computer," AP-5 told Chopper as the astromech argued with a mouse droid, kicking it with his foot center as they walked down one of Killun station's corridors. Chopper grunted a response as he pulled his scomp link as he stared at an astromech port. "Yes, these terminals connect to central, but the most current codes will not be accessible here. This information is precisely why I was made leader of this operation." Chopper grunted a response, "You know that I do more than make calculations. The only thing you do is make others miserable." Chopper grunted yet again, "All right, that is it. I will retrieve the codes myself." Chopper grunted again as AP-5 walked away from him.


"3-9, where is the beta scan update?" A female communications officer on the Imperial IGV-55 surveillance vessel in space asked as the ship began to approach Killun.

"Tracking 7-1-6-1," 3-6 said as he revised a security footage of the Imperial shuttle Wedge flew in on as its ramp lowered with AP-5 and Chopper walking down the ramp, "Data received. The astromech that triggered the alarm on Killun station arrived aboard this shuttle.

"Checking archive data on identified rebel droids," LT-319 said as the screen zoomed in on AP-5 and Chopper, "Hmm, quite a unique model. Out of date," he went on as he pulled up images of Chopper when he was previously disguised as an Imperial droid, "I believe this C1 astromech is the droid infiltrator Grand Admiral Thrawn referenced in his memo about the rebels of Phoenix Squadron."

"I will alert the station at once," 3-9 announced.

"No, we'll inform the ISB after I have what I need from that spy," LT-319 insisted.


"Yes, the simplicity of the structure," AP-5 noted as he walked down the halls of Killun station, "How I do miss Imperial hallways. So well organized." He then looked at a doorway next to him as he found the central computer, "Ah, there it is. The Central Computer Core." He then proceeded to enter.

"Halt," he suddenly heard a female personality protocol droid call from behind, "What are you doing here?" He turned around as she introduced herself, "I am PZ-7. I was not aware two inventory units were assigned to this level."

"Uh, well, it is unfortunate, but I must report, you have been reassigned to the cargo platform," AP-5 told her, "I am your replacement."

"I understand," PZ-7 said before leaving AP-5 as she began leaving for the station's cargo platform.

"I can't believe I'm the same model as that Imperial drone. The Empire never did take droids seriously," AP-5 said as he walked into the Central Computer Core and took out a data disk and inserted it into the network terminal, "That alone explains all of Chopper's success. I, on the other hand, use my superior intellect to my advantage. Downloading clearance codes for Lothal." He went on as he typed on the computer before the data disk ejected itself seconds later as he grabbed it from the terminal, "Download complete. Hmm, I could have done this mission by myself."


"Controller, the rebel droid is attempting to access the network," 3-9 informed LT-319 as Choppee rotated his scomp link in the astromech port.

"Perfect, "LT-319 stated, "This means I can now extract the location of the rebel base from its memory. Capture it." With that 3-9 press a button on his computer console, sending a surge of electricity come out of the astromech port Chopper was accessing and grunted as it passed into him, "Admiral Thrawn will be so pleased."

"Sir, there are no base coordinates stored on this droid," 3-9 reported.

"If it cannot divulge the location of their rebel base, then I will use it to lead us there," LT-319 announced as he went to remote control Chopper, "Initiate takeover." Chopper began to grunt erratically as his arms sprung out of his dome as he tried to resist the takeover, "This droid's resistance to reprogramming is admirable, but ultimately futile." Seconds later, Chopper powered down as they took control over Chopper.

"Controller, takeover complete," 3-9 reported to LT-319.


"Well, what do we have here?" AP-5 said as he approached the powered down Chopper standing in front of the astromech port, "Just as I suspected. All talk, no action. And while you were waiting your time here, I stole the codes." He went on as he walked towards Chopper and waved the codes in front of Chopper's eyes while unbeknownst to him the Imperial communication officers were watching through Chopper, "Oh, so now you're ignoring me? Now that I have clearly proved why I am leader, I suggest you admit failure and return with me to the shuttle." He noticed that Chopper wasn't moving as AP-5 began walking away. "Fine. ave it your way."


"Controller, I've verified it. That inventory droid has accessed Lothal clearance codes from the main computer," the female communications officer reported to LT-319, "There is a danger."

"I calculate a 31% risk of the rebels successfully using the codes, but we have an 82% chance of learning the location of their base if we let them escape and track them," LT-319 surmised as he stood up, "The odds are with us."


"I have successfully retrieved the codes," AP-5 informed Wedge as he walked onto the Imperial shuttle after leaving the station, "We must leave at once."

"Wait. Where's Chopper?" Immediately asked the protocol droid as he noticed that Chopper was absent when Chopper suddenly rolled onto the ship.

"Well, it is about time," AP-5 told Chopper who grunted a response.

"Did he just apologize?" Wedge asked AP-5 with surprise who was also surprised, Chopper grunted again.

"Yes," AP-5 confirmed, "And now he's admitting that I am the better leader?"

"All right then, this should be a painless flight back to base," Wedge said before walking to the ladder behind them and climbed up the ladder as the ramp rose up as it closed.

"What exactly are you up to?" AP-5 asked Chopper and the astromech grunted a response as LT-319 watched AP-5 and Chopper from the visual processor screen on his ship to monitor the two droids, "Code 16? That means you're in standby mode. Since when have you ever been in standby mode?"


Soon the shuttle was traveling through Hyperspace as AP-5 sat on a bench in the cargo hold, staring at Chopper who was standing across from him as Chopper grunted at him. "My problem?" AP-5 repeated as LT-319 continued to watch the droids from the monitor on his ship, "You said you were code 16. That is an Imperial term." Chopper grunted again, "Speaking my language? I only speak Imperial code when required to. Are you questioning my loyalty again?"

"Hey, guys, get up here," Wedge suddenly called out to them from the cockpit.

"I am onto you," AP-5 stated as he left for the cockpit before Chopper went to leave as well.


"And it sounds like everything went as planned. Good job " a hologram of Hera told Wedge in the cockpit.

"Thanks, Captain Syndulla, but your two droids did all the work," Wedge informed her.

"Technically, one droid did all the work," AP-5 corrected as he entered the cockpit, "That would be me, AP-5."

"Okay, then, well done, all of you," Hera congratulated them, "So, Wedge, how long until you reach our rendezvous point?"

"We'll be there within the hour," Wedge answered.

"See you soon," Hera replied as the holo-communicator switched off.

"What is the matter with you?" Wedge asked AP-5 as Chopper entered the cockpit grunting as he handed Wedge a carton of blue milk, "Thanks for the drink, Chop." He placed the carton to his mouth and drank a little from it as he noticed Chopper's attitude change, "Where was this attitude earlier?"

"That is an excellent question, Lieutenant," AP-5 said, agreeing with Wedge, "This new attitude of his feels insincere to me."

"Hey, it's better than before," Wedge remarked, "Now, if you could upgrade your attitude…"

"My attitude?" AP-5 repeated, "I am not the problem here. In fact, I am the reason my mission was successful."


"This inventory droid is a complication that could ruin my plan," LT-319 stated, "We must appease him. For now."


"You just called me 'Sir'?" AP-5 asked Chopper in disbelief as he sat back down in his seat as Chopper grunted as he pulled his arm out of his dome. "Oh, now I see what you're up to, C1-10P! You want me to relax so you can take possession of the data disk." Chopper grunted as Wedge sat back down in his seat before turning to him.

"Hey, Chop, would you mind checking on the Hyperdrive power coils? Feels like we're dragging a bit," Wedge asked Chopper, who grunted a response and rolled away as Wedge turned to AP-5, "Look, AP, this childish competition between you and Chopper has gone too far. It's got to stop."

"This has become more than a game, Lieutenant. I suspect Chopper may have been compromised on Killun station," AP-5 told him.

"You are paranoid. Get your sensors checked. There's nothing wrong with our little friend," Wedge said, reassuring him that there wasn't anything wrong with Chopper who then grunted, "Thanks, buddy. Do me a favor. Take the controls while I use the refresher." Wedge patted Chopper's dome as he walked past him as he got up from his seat.


Wedge unzipped his Imperial pilot uniform's zipped as he stood in front of a urinal stall as he entered the shuttle's refresher when AP-5 suddenly entered the refresher, following him.

"Very clever," AP-5 said, surprising Wedge as he zipped his pants back up quickly.

"AP-5!" Wedge said with embarrassment.

"Now we can talk privately, Lieutenant," AP-5 said.

"Now, hold on," Wedge said, "Wait a minute."

"We don't have much time, so here's what I know. I saw Chopper plugged into a network terminal. When I found him, he was strangely silent, but I thought he was merely ignoring me, as usual," AP-5 began, "Then I heard him use an Imperial term."

"Okay, stop. I don't have time for conspiracy theories right now. I really have to use the refresher," Wedge told AP-5 before pushing him out of the refresher while Chopper spied on them, "Just get out!"

"But I wasn't… finished," AP-5 said as the door closed in front of him.

"Neither was I!" Wedge yelled from the refresher.


"It appears everything is back on track. The inventory droid has undermined his own credibility," LT-319 stated as he watched Wedge push AP-5 out of the refresher, "It is only a matter of time before the astromech leads us to Phoenix Squadron and then their rebel base."


Ezra and Zeb were playing a game of dejarik on the entertainment center's holotable while Hera walked around with a datapad in her hand as Wedge and AP-5 entered the room after the Imperial shuttle docked with the Ghost.

"Here are the codes, Captain. I saved them from C1-10P," AP-5 said as he handed the data disk to Hera.

"AP-5 and Chop were playing some kind of spy game the whole trip," Wedge told Hera as he saw that the Twi'lek had a confused expression on her face, causing both the Mandalorian and Lasat to laugh.

"It was not a game!" AP-5 argued, "This is a serious matter. I have grave concerns about Chopper-"

"By the way, where is he?" Ezra asked him as she saw that he wasn't in the room with them.

"Please, you must listen to me," AP-5 pleaded with Hera as Wedge opened the door while she handed AP-5 her datapad.

"Chop, where are you? Chopper?" She said, calling out to her astromech, "I'll find him." She exited the room with the data disk in her hand as she entered the cockpit, "Chopper?" She then heard him grunt and saw Chopper with his scomp link inserted into the cockpit's astromech port, "What are you doing in the Hyperspace logs?" Chopper ejected his scomp link from the astromech port as he turned to her and grunted an explanation. "Updating your database? You're not making any sense, Chop." He grunted again as she walked towards the front of the cockpit and placed the data disk on the dashboard, "You had files wiped on Killun? No, if you remember, I always wipe your data after every jump, as a security precaution. I think you need a power recharge." Chopper grunted as he left the cockpit.


"So I turn around, and this one's followed me into the refresher!" Wedge told Ezra and Zeb as he sat on the couch around the holotable as AP-5 approached them while Ezra sat on the top of the couch between Wedge and Zeb as they all laughed.

"He did the same thing to me," Zeb told them.

"Uh, I'd hate to break up the party, but I think there's something wrong with Chop," Hera told everyone as she entered the entertainment center.

"As I have pointed out repeatedly," AP-5 added.

"Now that you mention it, Hera, Chop's been curiously nice to me," Wedge told the Twi'lek.

"Whoa, that's not curious," Zeb remarked as unbeknownst to them, Chopper was spying on them from the doorway behind the ladder, "That's creepy."

"Yes, precisely," AP-5 stated as Chopper backed away.

"Maybe he has a short circuit," Ezra suggested.

"We should run a diagnostic," Hera stated when suddenly the ship shook as it jumped out of Hyperspace all of a sudden.

"The ship just dropped out of Hyperspace," AP-5 announced.

"Chopper, where are you? Why did the ship drop out of Hyperspace?" Hera asked as she took her comlink out and got a grunt response from Chopper, "He's in the engine room. Says there's some kind of malfunction."

"I'll show him a malfunction," Zeb said as he pounded his fist into his hand.

"Go easy on him, Zeb. We don't know what's wrong with him yet," Hera said as Zeb began to head towards the engine room with Hera and Wedge following him.

"Is it wise for all of us to go?" AP-5 asked.

"What? You afraid of Chopper now?" Ezra asked as she hopped off the couch onto the floor.

"What? No. No," AP-5 protested as Ezra went to follow the others to find Chopper with AP-5 following her while Chopper hid in a room as they walked past him and soon entered the cargo hold from the cockpit, climbing the ladder and as this happened Chopper rolled into the cockpit and closed the hatch from an astromech port with his scomp link. "It's locked. Open this door at once, you traitorous grease bucket!" AP-5 demanded as the hatch was sealed as he climbed down the ladder with him below the hatch.

"Chopper, what are you doing?" Hera asked Chopper as he sealed the doors, locking them in the cargo hold as he detached the Imperial shuttle from the Ghost.

"Well, I hate to say I told you so," AP-5 remarked.

"Next time, AP, we'll listen to you I promise," Hera reassured him as she puts her hand over his shoulder.

"Let us hope there is a next time," AP-5 stated.


"Controller, the stolen data has been recovered," 3-9 informed LT-319 as Chopper took the data disk from the dashboard in the cockpit.

"Very good. Now install the data spike into their navicomputer," LT-319 said before Chopper inserted a data spike into the astromech port which began to rotate around, "The spike has begun decoding the coordinates on their navicomputer. All we need now is a little time, and no interference."


"I don't think it's gonna open," Zeb told everyone after trying to open the sealed door on the catwalk above with both Ezra and Wedge standing nearby with Hera and AP-5 on the ground below, "We're stuck in here!"


"We have no need of prisoners. Open the cargo bay doors,"LT-319 ordered Chopper.


"No, we're not," Hera said as the cargo bay doors opened with gravity trying to suck them into space as Hera held onto the ladder next to her as Zeb fell off of the catwalk as Ezra grabbed his hand while Wedge held onto the ledge as containers were sucked out of the ship as AP-5 staggered backwards due to the gravity. And Wedge began to slip off the ledge as Hera went to reach for the buttons for the hoist and clicked it, allowing the hoist to emerge from its compartment in the wall and clicked a button on it before swiping the handle down as the cargo bay door closed back up as they fall to the floor.


"Ah, a clever solution. But alas, temporary," LT-319 stated as he observed what Hera did from the cargo hold as he watched through Chopper's visual processor which stared at one of the camera screens on a monitor above him.


"I was afraid of this," Hera said as she scanned Chopper from the hoist.

"What now?" Wedge asked..

"Someone has compromised Chopper, and they're trying to download the location of our base," Hera answered.

"If we don't get out of here, it's bye-bye Phoenix Squadron," the Mandalorian stated, "Hera, there must be another way out."

"There is," Hera told her, "Maybe we can override the hatch controls. There's an access port on the hull. Outside."

"Um, yeah, we don't have space suits. But I could do it, if it were for leaving my helmet in my room," Ezra stated as Mandalorian armor can act as a space suit.

"Well, then AP-5 doesn't need one," Hera announced.

"Well, it is true that my chassis could sustain itself far longer than any life form," AP-5 stated, "Not that I'm volunteering."

"Yes, you are " she stated, "We don't have much time. Here's what you'll do…"


Soon AP-5 stepped onto the hull of the ship with Chopper noticing.

"The time has come to end that traitorous inventory droid," LT-319 said as Chopper rolled towards the holotable in the entertainment center and grabbed the blasters from the table.


"There's the override circuit," AP-5 said as he removed the hatch for the override circuit as Chopper hovered in the distance, wielding both blasters as he grunted and began flying towards him, "Oh, dear." Chopper began firing the blasters at him as he used the hatch as a shield, ricocheting the blaster bolts off the hatch as Chopper flew past him.


"Come on, AP-5! Hurry!" Hera called out to AP-5 from the cargo hold at the hoist as they stated up at the closed hatch of the ladder.


"Data transfer at 50%," 3-9 informed LT-319.

"Success!" LT-319 said as he stood up, "Search the archival memory for the location of their base."


"Aha!" AP-5 announced as he finally unseals the hatch with the override circuit when Chopper came flying at him.


"AP did it! Yeah!" Ezra cried with relief as the hatch for the ladder unsealed itself.

"Let's go. Hurry," Hera told her as Wedge began climbing the ladder.


Chopper continued to push AP-5 backwards as he flew towards him, causing AP-5 to stagger off the hull as he began flying off into space, yelling in the process, "No!"

Chopper dropped the blaster as he began flying back to the Ghost.


As chopper reentered the Ghost, he began rolling into the cockpit and approached the data spike at the astromech port when he was suddenly zapped with the electricity from Zeb's bo-rifle, causing the droid to scream out in pain. "Oh, no, you don't!" Chopper was soon powered down due to the electricity as Zeb remarked at Chopper, "Ha! Been waiting to do that for a long time." Ezra then came up from the ladder and pulled the data spike out of the astromech port.


"What is happening? What is going on?" LT-319 demanded as the data transfer on the screen in the front of the room began to glitch.

"Data transfer incomplete," 3-9 answered.


"Looks like they nearly got what they wanted," Ezra remarked as she handed the data spike to Hera who walked forward as Wedge climbed up from the ladder.

"Yeah? Well maybe we should give it to them," Hera said with anger as she turned around, "They want to mess with my droid, they're gonna pay for it!" She then turned to the Lasat, "Zeb, get him up."

"Uh-oh. Hera's mad," Ezra remarked to Wedge as Zeb got Chopper back onto his feet.

"Whoever's responsible for this had to have a strong signal array to control Chopper at such a distance," Hera stated as she plugged a cable into the Ghost's computer at the dashboard.

"So…" Zeb began as Hera walked towards Chopper.

"So I'm going to reverse the feed on them and send back a bit more power than they expect," Hera explained as she plugged the other end of the cable into Chopper's visual processor within his dome.


"Hey! You! Imperial sleemo!" Hera yelled at LT-319 from Chopper's visual processor, "Keep your hands off my droid!"


Hera then presses a button at one of the computers in the cockpit, causing Chopper to begin convulsing with electricity as he grunted erratically.


"Our circuits are overloading!" 3-9 reported as the computers on the IGV-55 surveillance vessel began to spark with electricity.

"The fuel cells have been compromised," the female communications officer reported to LT-319.

"Cut it off. Cut it off!" LT-319 ordered.

"Say goodbye to your memory core," Hera told them as she increased the data overload, causing the IGV-55 surveillance vessel to explode killing everyone aboard.


"Chopper? Chopper? You in there?" Hera pleaded with her powered down astromech with Ezra, Wedge and Zeb watching, "Come back to me, buddy." Ezra and Zeb looked down with sadness when Chopper suddenly powered back up.

"He's back!" Ezra said happily.

"Can't believing I'm saying this, but I'm glad you're okay, Chop," Zeb remarked as he leaned down towards him.

"That was a close one," Wedge reminded them, "Hey, let's not forget AP-5. After all, he helped us get out of the hold."

"Yeah, AP, way to go…" Ezra cheered before noticing that he was absent, "Wait, where is he?"


"I should be frightened, but I'm strangely calm. The silence… Solitude… Ah, this is beautiful. I'm in a world all my own. I do not feel alone," AP-5 began as a herd of baby neebrays began to surround him as he began to sing, "It's easy to see I fit perfectly in this wonderful, beautiful simply-" he then stopped singing as he saw the Ghost flying towards him with the cargo bay doors opened, "Oh, no, no! No, go away! I was so happy."

"Nice save, AP," Zeb said, thanking the protocol droid from the hoist.

"Yeah, AP, we all owe you one," Ezra told AP-5 as she and Wedge helped him up the ramp.

"You tried to scrap me!" AP-5 told Chopper as the astromech stood in front of him and grunted an apology, "If you are apologizing, I fear you must still be compromised." Chopper then pulled his arms out of his dome and whacked him and Wedge in the leg with them. "Ahh!"

"Ow!" Wedge cried out with pain as Chopper grunted a response as he rolled away.

"Oh, sorry for being nice?" AP-5 repeated.

"I'm done with droids! From now on, I fly solo!" Wedge remarked as he and AP-5 began to chase Chopper, "Come here, trash can!"

"Why, you-" AP-5 called out to Chopper as Chopper grunted.

"Like I said, don't mess with my droid," Hera said, half-jokingly as she watched both Wedge and AP-5 chase Chopper from the catwalk above.

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