Seven wasn't sure if he would ever forget that memory. He could very well wipe his memory banks of the past hour, but was this something that he should forget? That he should choose to forget? A war crime on his hands? Was it the false intel he should blame? Was it Zero's warping of Seven's teachings and ideals? Was it Seven himself who was to blame? Was his purpose, as a droid, really just to eliminate everything?

He pondered all of this in a deep seclusion as he was docked into his station, wondering what he should even do. Someone knocked on his station to wake him up. Seven jolted a bit as he initiated his visual receptors, looking over at the person that woke him. It was Nine, his posture seeming to be out of worry, not just for Seven.

"Commander..."

"What's wrong, Nine?"

"...I need to take you somewhere" he said quietly.

Seven looked at him quizzically. Nine was looking around back and forth, almost afraid that they might get caught. Seven looked around as well, most of the others docked and sleeping. He nods silently. After Seven undocked, Nine leads him out and to a maintenance tunnel, leading into the bay outside of the escape pods.

There was a small gathering of battle droids, about 4 or so, a droideka, and two supers, one that was PR, to Seven's surprise. Seven was even more curious about what was going on. He hoped he wasn't going to be gunned down or something for insubordination. Seven looked around suspiciously before Nine puts a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay. We're all here for the same reason" he reassured.

Seven visibly relaxed a bit and looks at him, then at the others. He was fixated on PR. Supers usually don't have much emotional input when it comes to war, even if PR was "enlightened" by him indirectly. PR could see Seven looking at him that way. "What?" he asked Seven.

"This is about the mission, isn't it?"

"Yes" he confirmed.

"...and how do you feel about it?"

"I don't feel anything about it." Seven tilts his head in confusion. "It's a conflict of interest and purpose. I was built to eliminate soldiers, not civilians. And the deliberately manufactured intel begs the question as to why they had a need to."

Seven was impressed by PR. Maybe he truly didn't feel anything about it, but...a part of him believed that he did. He believed a super wouldn't really care about what he was shooting as long as it was a target. Perhaps he got through to him more than he gave himself credit for. Seven looks over at the droideka. "I assume you feel the same way."

The droideka does several beeps, but droids could understand it well through the simplistic tones. "(Yes.)" Seven looked around at them, still trying to wrap his head around the situation.

"But...why me? Why come to me? I don't deserve to be commander, I practically led that assault."

"You led an assault that everyone believed was true until it wasn't. You didn't continue...slaughtering..." a battle droid said.

"We trust your judgment, Seven" Nine said. "And we understand your beliefs on the Confederacy more than...whatever everyone else believes the Confederacy is."

"The others don't believe. They simply do" PR intoned. The others looked at him, his arms crossed as he spoke. "We're the odd ones out, especially Zero. We didn't bring him here, for reasons I'm sure you're all well aware of. He has become...clinically efficient in his missions. It's almost admirable, but staggering."

"There's nothing admirable about eliminating innocent villagers that have nothing to do with the war" Nine corrected. "We were programmed to fight against the Republic, not people."

PR didn't say anything. Seven spoke up. "If you brought me here expecting a plan from me, you came to the wrong person. I'm still...trying to wrap my head around this."

"I didn't even know that you could" abattle droid joked.

"In all seriousness, we do need to figure out our next move" Nine said. "I don't think the higher-ups are gonna be much more transparent about our mission details from this point on."

"Agreed" PR stated.

"(Abandonment?)" the droideka beeped.

"No, we STILL have a mission to do. And I still believe in the fight that we fight for" Seven said.

The others looked at him quizzically. Seven looked back confidently. "I'm not going to listen to the higher-ups and commit to missions that THEY say we should follow. I'm gonna try and find a way to get more intel on future missions as they arrive, to see what we're truly dealing with. But I still want to fight for the Confederacy. The TRUE Confederacy. One that's supposed to free its people, not enslave them. Surely you must understand that we can't do anything but fight...it's what we're made to do. I think we can change most of the people in our army. I know we can."

"No. We can't" PR stated. Everyone looked back at him. "You can't think that we'll change trillions of droids into thinking for themselves by exploiting their quirks or anything like that. We'd have a massive insurrection and civil war on our hands that will cause more victory for the enemy than us. We need to act smart about this."

"What else can we do? We're no smaller than a batch of misfits. We can't possibly do nothing but listen to this!" Seven said.

"I'm not saying we should. We can comply publicly, but consider our own schemes in secret. If we change others, there's going to be suspicion. And Zero isn't foolish. We need to be very careful around him."

Seven was quiet, not quite liking the idea of submitting to the powers that be. But, he would have to consider the possibility of moles and such. The fact that they were able to come up with a band like themselves in secret was quite a feat, in Seven's eyes.

"All right...fine. We'll have to settle for covert operations, then?"

"So it seems" Nine said.

"This conversation doesn't leave this room, understand?" PR stated.

"Otherwise, we'd be deactivated for good" Seven echoed.

Everyone nodded, the droideka intoning in acknowledgment. Changing from the inside wasn't going to be easy, especially when it seemed like all eyes were on them...

They'll make it work. They'll have to.