Heyo everyone hope you're enjoying the series so far sorry for the delay I am trying to get my wife into the whole fanfiction writing hobby so I had to work with her to get her own character introduced so I hope you guys enjoy and review

The hyperspace journey had been a silent and steady two hours since they left the Anaxes system. The battle droids had all been plugged into the charging room to top up not only their batteries but also their weapon charges also bringing the 5 new GNK power droids back to life Greg had already modified the ships transponder changing the ships name to Nova the name of an independent wandering freighter. As he wandered the ship looking over everything that had been salvaged a small smile turned into an elastic grin as his eyes swept over the manifest of salvage documented as it was loaded. A single LAAT gunship, 2 Delta-7 Jedi interceptors 2 ARC-170 fighters, 3 Y-wing bombers and 4 V-19 Torrents. All stowed in the hanger the tree tri fighters were tucked almost on top of each other to make room for all of the craft recovered all of them were in working order, only the deltas being lightly damaged from dozens of blaster bolts.

For the more numerus but still valuable smaller loot the crates were filling every nook and cranny of the ship. The armory was over stocked with over a hundred working blasters including almost a dozen rotary cannons that reminded Greg of the M134 Minigun of his old life. Also stored inside were any destroyed or disabled weapons their power and gas canisters overflowing the meager storage cabinets. In a small box locked on the table were the three fallen Jedi lightsabers and the holocron's.

Stored in the airlocks away from anything that might set them off were the three and a half filled carts of proton torpedoes with almost 150 of the hand sized mortar shells. Another pair of large crates held a mix of missiles for the LAAT duel launchers one filled with twenty dark red explosive missiles the other was filled with twenty light blue EMP missiles.

Several dozen boxes and crates filled with everything from spare parts to tools were also found. Just because they could be grabbed also recovered were almost two dozen Malastarian and Rhydonium fuel barrels. Two of them were poured into the speed's fuel bunker. Also since the bombers use a specific battery instead of fuel a dozen of the Y wings cryogenic power cells were found and likewise stored.

Greg moving steadily down the list. Sixty-eight complete sets of Clone trooper armors had also been recovered with another eight incompletes due to lightsaber slashes. But grinning Greg already knew who would want them.

Dropping out of Hyperspace the scanner showing the last known information above Lothal a massive swarm of greens, blues, and yellows it updated rapidly still showing dozens of green civilian ships the same yellow planetary ships but none of the blue imperial sector ships.

Guess they must of left Greg thought.

Descending into the atmosphere Greg pinged Cikzoo datapad with a quick message and a query

Hey Cikzoo my dear,

I have been a busy man so I may have some interesting finds for you, I'll be in town in fifteen minutes.

As the Speedy landed outside of the town with the Droidicas posted on guard duty. Greg loaded a pair of large crates with thirty of the salvaged armor sets and instructed a pair of B1s to follow along behind. As they started walking away from the ship into town Cikzoo replied

Greeting handsome,

Im intrigued at the work you have been doing and what you may find interesting for me however im sorry but im not near the warehouse right now but my brother Vizago is ive already let him know you're coming im saddened I won't get to see you this time my dear. I however will be back in three days so if you're still around I look forward to seeing you (blue kiss emoji)

Grinning Greg makes up his mind to stay to surprise her it took only five minutes to get to the warehouse where Vizago was waiting for him along with four bodyguard droids.

As soon as he saw Greg he beamed a smile "Hello my wonderful customer!" he laughed "I must thank you for you for your patronage we have made shiploads of credits from all of that beautiful imperial equipment you traded for the Warstar."

As we reached him at the door I replied with a snort "Yep that was me and you're the smooth talking businessman who has been finding me so many useful droids. Also I have renamed the Warstar it's actually the Speedy Gonzalez now."

Vizago laughed again "yes, yes of course and speaking of droids we have found a few more Cikzoo set them aside for you and basically threatened me her own flesh and blood brother can you believe that hmm? To not sell them to anyone but you." he laid his arm across my shoulders and guided me inside his and my droids following behind.

Inside the warehouse were various speeders household droids and other non-military related goods. As the group passed the last shelf that was holding what looked to be prepackaged food. Vizago pushed on a wall mounted glowing pad and a small click replied and the wall slid backwards with a heavy sigh inside was a small nondescript room with a series of control panels hooked up to holo projectors.

"A survey ship, on its way for a pick up with a content found something…." the projector came alive showing something that helped reinforce the fact that Greg was living in the Star Wars universe the bridge tower of a Munificent class command frigate… "Inside the bridge were fifteen B1 battle droids and a single super droid other than them nothing was worth bringing back." Vizago walked through the hologram "because of your desire to continue to buy them I had my people grab them."

Vizago led Greg to another door a crate perched carelessly on a shelf next to it teetered off the edge the lid falling off as it hit the ground and a green skinned woman tumble rolled out. Her hair shocking Greg to his core it was the hot flamboyant pink hair and the flash of purple and black on her green forehead as she tumbled

"Mel…?" no fucking way….

Breaking off and going to the woman who still hadn't moved from the fetal position. Halfway there Vizago chuckled "Do not worry my friend it's just a HRD."

"H...R…D?" Greg asked slowly.

"Yes my friend." Vizago reply's waving his hand in a circular motion to help put his thoughts into words "Human Replica Droid they were built by the confederacy near the end of the war then the empire got a hold of the plans." he gestured and the power stud at the base of the neck "Go ahead there isn't a personality installed."

Brushing the pink hair out of the way Greg hit the stud a small charging sound before unwrapping its hands from her folded legs and standing up. As her head straightened and her hair fell into place revealing what a human would call tattoos on her left temple of two purple and a lone black star just like she had Greg flashed back to when she had finally told him a year after they started dating.

The story behind them they represented her family and how when she was eleven she was at a sleepover and got scared and asked her parents to come get her but they had never arrived they had been hit by a drunk driver and killed. The tattoos were a permanent reminder of her mistake and a symbol of her oath to become stronger.

The full boot up completed she said in a sultry voice "No personality detected….Returning to hibernation mode. Meeeeee" as she said that she again folded down to the fetal position completely powering down before she could finish the word.