Hello, this is my first time writing a fanfic so I apologise if it isn't that good but I do have experience with writing so it shouldn't be so bad it causes your eyes to burn… at least I hope so.

"Speaking"
'Thinking'

Another battle rages on in the galaxy. This time however it's right at the Republic's doorstep. A large orbital attack was taking place for everyone on the ground to watch while a battle on the ground took place as well. Buildings were blown and parts were littered in many places. One could've sworn there were bodies among the rubble as well, which was to be expected.

This was the battle that would leave the Separatists victorious. They had the Chancellor hostage after all. All they had to do now was overwhelm the clones who now defy them.

B1-2389 marched along the broken streets of Coruscant alongside his identically made brethren, aside from the larger B2's that were alongside them. The advanced city looked dilapidated as blaster fire wreaked havoc across the battlefield. A squadron of clones had set up overhead to counter-attack, being more strategic as they weren't being constantly ordered by a computer. His little platoon, while having more in terms of numbers, were not greatly armered. They were designed to be weak so that more could be made. B1-2389 didn't know or care about this of course, he wasn't built to have philosophical questions. He was built to take orders and fight the Republic.
"Take cover" the lead officer finally called as many droids were gunned down. One of them wasn't completely destroyed, however its circuitry allowing its motors to function was fried. It writhed in agony as its bare wires were exposed to the concrete floor before being shot once more, silencing it for thought pain receptors were something that was needed in the droids they sent out to fight was either a complete idiot or a sadist.

B1-2389 hid behind some debris created from the starfight above. He peaked over his shoulder joint and waited for an opportunity to fire back. He could see the clones bring something in a long case, what it was he was unaware of. He paid no mind to it, more concerned about the clones with blasters currently firing at him. B1-2389 aimed his E-5 blaster at the clones, missing a few shots but still managing to hit many of them. Things were looking to be a CIS victory as vulture droids came in for a bombing run…until it wasn't.

The case he had seen earlier actually concealed an RPS-6 model rocket launcher, a common choice in the Republic. They aimed it with ease and blasted it towards the lead vulture droid, the recoil barely bothered the condition soldier. A loud explosion was heard in the air. The bombs inside the flying droid amplified it, spreading shrapnel across the ground. The other Vulture Droids were also blown up by the explosion, showering the ground with parts. B1-2389 watched the scene in the air, almost like he was watching fireworks, albeit with remorse for his fallen comrades. A piece from the explosion was flying suspiciously close to his location. He didn't have enough time to process his next decision as it tore through his head. He was suddenly jut into a world of black. Another rocket was fired, this time towards the droids who were on the ground with him. Droid parts were scattered. At the end of the battle, both the ground assault and the aerial attack ended in failure. It was yet another Seperatist defeat.

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{System Error}
{Recalibrating Software}

B1-2389 couldn't see. He was surrounded in darkness and yet he could still see glimmers of light. There was a great weight on him. For the first time he felt something. An emotion. Fear. He attempted to move, but the weight kept him down. He continued struggling but it was useless.
"Help!" he called out. But it was futile. No one could hear him.

He heard a noise. It sounded muffled. Was he inside something?
Then suddenly everything started shaking. He could feel the objects inside this place shift around due to gravity. For a brief moment he saw light as the top of what he was in flipped open. He realised he was in a dumpster, and that all the other things that were covering him were mangled and pulverised droids. Most of them being Battle Droids like him. Half of his vision was obscured for reasons unknown to him. Everything inside the bin was dropped into a garbage track, most likely headed to an incinerator. B1-2389 tried to think, he had to get out!
He tried getting up now. A few other droid parts on his back fell off as he stood, he was now no longer stuck. He accidentally banged his head on the ceiling of the truck, causing a major shock. Pain flowed through the droid's circuits. He raised his arm up to touch his head and realised it's been damaged. More specifically there is a piece of shrapnel sticking into his left eye, most likely from the explosion.

He had no time to think about it though as the truck started moving once more and he stumbled backwards, remembering the danger he was in. It continued on it's path before abruptly stopping, causing the droid to fall forwards. Whoever was piloting this vehicle clearly didn't have their driver's licence. The back opened and more rubbish was about to be thrown in. The droid wondered how much rubbish it would take to completely crush him.
'Wait a minute,' B1-2389 thought. "This is my chance to escape!"

Quickly he ran over to the exit, tripping over broken droids along the way. The parts started pouring in from the dumpster and toppled onto the B1 droid, but he kept on going and pushing through the pieces. He was fueled by a newfound instinct to survive.

The bin finished releasing its load and was being placed back down by the truck's trash grabbing arms. He was nearly free, he just needed to get through this last bit of parts. That was when his foot got stuck. He fell forwards, landing on his banana shaped face, sending another wave of pain through him. The droid looked back and saw he got his foot stuck in another B1 droid's hand, half of its face showing the circuitry and parts underneath.

The garbage truck's doors started to creak and move. Threatening to seal itself once more. B1-2389 started jiggling his foot more rapidly to get it free, but it wouldn't budge. He grabbed the droid's hand and tried to move the fingers but he couldn't get his stubby little fingers to grab the other's.

The doors were nearly halfway closed now and B1-2389 was panicking heavily now. He yanked his foot as hard as he could as a last effort and by some miracle it broke free from the hand's grasp.

Not waiting a second longer the droid ran once more to the doors of the wretched truck. The doors were past halfway now. He jumped through the gap between the doors. He was finally free.

However his sense of accomplishment was forgotten as he fell through the sky
"Aaaaah!" B1-2389 screamed as he plummeted through the air. He landed on an air-speeder, frightening the driver and passengers, before he was shaken off of it.

He continued falling while shouting in terror. His audio box was reaching its maximum volume capabilities.
"I should've just stayed in the truck!" the droid yelled as he continued falling, he dared not look down to see if he was about to hit the ground or not.

He landed on a canopy covering a market stall and bounced off of it. The stretchy fabric absorbed most of the kinetic energy gained from falling and thus when the lucky droid landed he was mostly fine. Just a dent in his casing.

Many people were startled by the sudden appearance of the droid. They were even more afraid when they realised it was a battle droid.

B1-2389 got onto his feet as fast as he could and ran. He was in enemy territory and he needed to get away before authorities arrived. He couldn't see through his left eye at all because of the shrapnel that got into it. He continued running through the marketplace, bumping into all kinds of people. Remnants from the previous battle were visible on the streets such as droid parts, ashes, rubble, debris and chunks of the ground missing. The droid realised they're selling items on the main roads to help people recover from the battle.

While running he realised he'd need to cover himself, for both protection and to disguise himself. He spotted a man selling clothes and snagged a cloak so quickly you'd think it was never there in the first place. He hurriedly put it on as the man started yelling behind him.
"Separatist droid scum!"

He could hear sirens getting closer as he continued to run into all these people. He realised that running would only get him so far before he was caught. He tried to look around and see another way out. That's when he spotted a speeder just off to the side. It looked like it belonged to a man buying some meat, well it used to belong to him.

B1-2389 ran to the speeder and hopped onto it, revving its engines before pushing the pedal. It wasn't too different from riding a STAP, except he could sit down. He rode it into a sky lane and went above the speed limit, riding past any other vehicle he saw. His programming allowed him to control the vehicle he sat on with ease.
"Halt!" the police droids called out to him. He sped up. He didn't know where to go next. It's not like he could fly out of Coruscant with a speeder, and people protect their ships with far more care than they do with speeders.

The droid searched his database for some kind of information he could use. He looked extensively, even through the information high command deemed useless. He was about to give up when he found what he was looking for.
The Coruscant Underworld. It was a risky place to be but there is less police influence and law there so he should be safer. 'Hopefully.' he metaphorically sighed.

Taking a sudden turn he confused the police droids and sped towards the direction of his desired destination. He zoomed past many frightened and confused faces, not that he cared about their opinions.
The wind dragged at his flimsy, cheaply made, body, prompting him to slow down slightly. His cloak was threatening to fly away from him but he held firm and protected it from its rebellious train of thought.

Going at the speeds he was going at it didn't take the droid too long to arrive at the entrance to the underworld. Slowly, he made his descent down into the depths. He could already see how grimy the place was. If it wasn't for the amount of people he could see here he'd think this place was abandoned.

He slowed down and decided to stop and port his speeder. He hopped off, stumbling as he did, and looked around at the place he was in. There were many stores, with neon lights highlighting their signs. . B1-2389 looked to his left and saw some people smoking.
He looked in the window next to him to see his reflection and was startled with what he saw. He was correct in that there was shrapnel in his eye, however he didn't realise that it was a piece this big! It went straight from his eye to the corner of his CPU. How he was still able to think, let alone function, he couldn't understand.

B1-2389 reached over to the large piece of metal and attempted to pull it out. He gripped it as hard as he could with his rectangular fingers and heaved with as much might a battle droid could possibly possess. It shifted a little bit in his grasp and he yelled in agony.

Quickly he let go and stopped pulling. He couldn't bear to go through with it again and he could damage himself more if he pulled the shrapnel shard out without any tools or proper maintenance. He swiftly checked to see if anyone noticed him. Thankfully no one seemed to care. He decided to explore the streets, maybe he'd find a way back to Separatist space.

He stepped through the grimy streets. It seemed there weren't active cleaners down here, they just did a little check up once it became too much. B1-2389 hoped his servos whirring and his heavy footsteps wouldn't attract attention, he's had enough of that lately.

He grew anxious as he passed many clubs and drug deals. Smokers and alcoholics rejoiced and thrived down here. 'Perhaps coming down here was a mistake?' the droid wondered, before remembering that he would've been shot down by clones if he had stayed up there. Or had he stayed in the garbage truck he'd be melting away right now. Out of the three options he'd thought of, this was the one that didn't lead to him being destroyed immediately.

He continued trudging along the rotten path, his movements started to slow. He was starting to be overcome by a sense of tiredness. His knees wobbled as he took a left into an alley, almost limping.
'I must be running out of power,' he thought. 'I probably didn't get a notification due to internal damage.'
And so with these thoughts he sat down with his back against a sodden mattress he found and powered down, alone in the back of an alley…

If you've made it this far I thank you for reading. If you have any criticism please let me know so that I can improve. I enjoyed making this and hope to continue the story soon!

Edit: I decided to slightly fix some things and improve a few areas that I felt needed to be evaluated or fixed. I am working on the second chapter and hope to finish it not too long from now.

Edit 2: I'm very sorry for the repeated paragraphs, that was an accident and won't be happening again.