Ron woke to the sound of wild brush swaying in the morning breeze. The water from the marsh around them was disrupted by the spare insect every now and then. Dew covered most of the flora making it seem as if the plants were glowing aside from the ones that already were.
He could almost call it beautiful, if only the many diseases and monsters that infested Felucia didn't exist.
Ron unfurled from the fetal position he's accustomed to when powering down. An old, programmed habit that would need replacement. They weren't just Battle Droids now, afterall. There was something more to them that had recently grown within their chassis. Something that held no name or tangible connection with the physical world.
Rev was still curled up, charging from the taxing day they'd endured yesterday. Ron took it upon himself to gain a little power from his solar module by connecting it via a small cable on his arm. Thankfully they both had gotten a recharge before going on their patrol that fateful day and thus both of them still had a decent amount of power left. Luck had favored them more than once.
There was a sudden break in the chirping and clicking of the insects that surrounded them.
The sound of distant blaster fire.
The clock was ticking. Ron began to plan out the day ahead of them. They would need to find scrap piles or command posts nearby to recover more parts for a more viable power source. Their tiny supply that they sustained currently would only keep them powered for another day or two at this rate, their tiny solar panel could only output so much power and there wasn't enough time in the day for it to fully charge a droid in a reasonable amount of time. Ron checked his battery. Seventy percent of charge left. Some part of him had hoped that the connection they had with their command ship hadn't been completely severed as their wireless charging modules should've activated by now considering the dire straits their forces were facing. Such a connection would mean that they would still be found quite easily, however. He decided to run another quick test to their connection and allay his fears. No response. At the very least, they wouldn't have to deal with their commanders anymore or the anxiety that crept up their back when General Grievous passed by their stations back on the dreadnought.
As Ron thought back to the war, he realized in retrospect that the Confederacy had been losing for quite some time now. They had won some battles sure but at the cost of thousands of droids and thousands more parts. They were running out of supplies and their popularity amongst several planetary systems was beginning to decline. Their communications network held bits of information here and there about the many cracks that were beginning to form in the Confederacy. Now that they were free, it became clear that they were fighting a losing battle.
Although his heart ached for his brothers still trapped in the Separatists' hold, it was clear that there was no going back whatsoever. If they were to be captured, it would mean the end of them in more ways than one. They would not be so lucky then. Ron had spent too long picking apart the world and sharing it with another droid at that. To potentially have it all wasted because of a lack of power frustrated him greatly.
For once, he hated being a droid. A weak and easily destructible one at that.
But he fought back against this hate, 'Our models are entirely modifiable,' he was determined to survive and he wouldn't let his mind try to convince him otherwise. There was no doubt that they would have to survive, no matter what. Something in his robotic brain fought against this, telling him to give in and wait for help, have their memories wiped, but his emotions overpowered this thought and let it ebb into his very soul, a seemingly recent addition. These feelings grew by the day and further strengthened him, along with the only droid left under his command.
Ron's attention was pulled back to reality as he heard the sound of metal clanking behind him.
Rev slowly unfurled from his position, his systems slowly powering on. Ron watched with curiosity. He had rarely seen other droids power on. In the midst of war, the finer details can go over one's head.
Rev's legs extended to their full length, his arms and head both looked as if they came undone from the ball of steel his body formed in sleep mode. Finally his systems powered on. He could almost see his static eyes come to life.
Rev looked directly to Ron once his vision cleared up, immediately noticing his presence. "What's wrong?" He questioned, confused at how still Ron appeared.
Ron shook his head, "Nothing...nothing" his mind thought of the intricacies of their bodies, he knew of their mutability but not so much on the finer details. He noted this for future research.
"We have work to do and not much time" Ron's mapping software scanned the surrounding area another time, "there's a small command post north of us. We'll start our search for scrap or any power there"
The two knew of their dire straits and silently shared a feeling of tension and agitation, needing to move, act – do anything to ensure their survival. The choking grip from living off borrowed time gripped tighter with every second they wasted standing around. Ron beckoned Rev over to him as he began plotting the path they would take to reach the command post he'd surveyed the day before.
"But...we only have one blaster," Rev pointed out as he grabbed the weapon from the ground.
"Then let's hope we won't have to fight. I'm counting on my processors to get us through without being badly damaged" Ron continued to walk to their destination.
Rev shook his head. There were still too many variables. So many that it almost made his processor overheat. His body trembled at the thought of getting caught up in a battle between their own forces and the clones. These weren't new emotions but instead ones that he constantly worked to avoid and it seemed that everywhere Ron went, these fears worked their way into his head. He reluctantly followed his commander, steeling his nerves for the day ahead of him.
"How far is it?" asked Rev once he caught up in a slight jog. He was carrying their one and only blaster, and clutched it with a death grip.
"Only one kilometer away. It seems we'll have to move our camp if that's the case, we don't want to get in the way of any Confederate forces in the area"
"We didn't go far from our last outpost. How do we know it isn't the same one?"
"It isn't, my navigation system has logged the outpost we came from. Either way, we have to search every command post we can find, especially any that were occupied by the Confederacy"
"But what if we get caught then they'll make us part of the command ship again and have our memories wiped!" Rev's tightened his grip on the blaster.
Ron abruptly stopped and turned to Rev, "Rev, Let me do the worrying, I can create an effective plan of action just...have confidence in me. As you always have"
Rev looked to the ground. There were many unanswered questions left bubbling in his head. But he knew there was no way of quelling his fears for the time being. Sometimes it was a burden to carry such knowledge. Experience from past battles didn't help to quell the anxiety either. Back then, it was do as you were told and let the thinking be done by the tactical droids. Ron seemed to be the odd one out, however, his unit was capable of such logic, very telling of his older yet more versatile model.
"Alright, I trust you" he said as he looked back up at Ron.
"Good, now let's get moving. We're wasting time just by talking"
They both continued on with their trek to the outpost.
Once they had gotten only a couple of meters within range of the post, Rev had to do a double take. This command post was another smaller base but similar in design to their previous base. It was in the style of a small droid facility with what appeared to be an even smaller building inside. An organic being such as a clone could easily become confused with such identical buildings and even more so with the mess of green and blue that covered the entire planet. It posed a tactical advantage for the droids, at least in the short term.
There were piles of equipment and pieces of fallen droids and clones scattered about the ground. Black marks of blaster fire lined the walls of the main facility where most of their forces had been housed.
"Perfect, they left in a hurry" Ron informed Rev as he crawled to his position. They were atop a small hill overlooking the former Confederate base. "My scanners are showing no signs of life or droids but let's be careful. An ambush is what almost killed us in the first place" Rev nodded in agreement. His body trembled at the mention of the ambush they had endured.
Ron grabbed Rev on the shoulder which made him jump, "Rev, confide in me and all will be well. We've survived thus far and we will survive whatever else may harm us" Rev kept still. His mind was focused on the thousands of possibilities of them going down to the base and being attacked. Ron's nearly emotionless gravely voice did nothing to calm him but as he thought of it further, just his attempt at calming him down made Rev appreciate the smaller things that Ron would do for him.
"I know, I know. I trust you, it's just that—" he turned to face Ron, "I'm still afraid that more droids will be down there. I don't know if I would be able to kill them"
"Rev. I promise you once we are truly free from this war and this planet, we will come back for our brothers and free them too" he let go of Rev's shoulder, "But now is not the time to pity them. We have to survive for them and for us. We're the only hope left for all battle droids stuck in the Confederacy"
Rev looked down to the base. He thought of all the factory-new droids that they had deployed with. Many of them would never know what it would be like to live on their own and no longer as soldiers. Yet, their very existence depended on war. They were "Battle" droids after all. Their whole purpose was to fight, not live. Even as such, he knew that war wasn't the only option in life and they could very well readjust their chassis to accommodate for such a life. Just by their very existence and the situation they found themselves in, Ron knew that Battle Droids and droids in general were capable of anything if they were to be freed.
He looked to Ron, noticing just how organic his movements had become. There was a sway to his head as if he was deep in thought. Rev nodded, "Let's do it. For our brothers"
Ron nodded in return, "I've scanned the area and found that there are several promising areas we can search" he pointed over to a small courtyard near the facility, "there should be several repair stations set up out there, I can search those. It'll be out in the open so you leave that to me" he then pointed over to the main hub of the former base, "there should be more inside. You can get inside and look around for any power source you can find" he looked back over to Rev, "Listen. If anything goes wrong just head back up here and we'll recover. Keep the blaster if you get into any real trouble, you'll be more useful with it than me. We have a signal established between each other that we can communicate on. Give the word and I'll run over to you" Ron looked back to the facility, thoughts of an ambush still disturbed him, "We'll meet back here in fifteen minutes, it should not take too long" Rev nodded absentmindedly. "Did you catch all of that?"
"I think so"
"Good then let's get going, follow me" Ron began to crawl back down the hill. Rev was reluctant to move. His scanners searched the area over and over to check for threats. For once, he didn't trust his own systems. Rev crawled back down the hill not too long after Ron.
Ron carefully made his way across the swamp to the northwest sector of the facility, crouching the entire way to limit exposure of his body. Even with their green and brown camouflage the clones had still been able to spot them when they were attacked as if they weren't wearing any camo at all. The courtyard was not far from his position. There was a back entrance to the inside that Ron noticed on his way over, only a brittle metal gate separated it from the outside perimeter.
He peaked out from around the corner of the facility. There was nothing notable out in the open but he opted to proceed with caution nonetheless. The row of repair stations lined the outskirts of a small murky lake. Ron had learned from some old friends that the stations were powered by the same batteries that were used in Battle droids as the Confederacy didn't want to waste too much money making more variations of the same battery. It didn't surprise him in the least.
Meanwhile, Rev was dreading what was to come. Ron took notice of his slow approach as Rev practically crawled his way over. He was well aware of Rev's fear, they had shared common sentiments long enough for him to take notice of the smallest details at this point.
Ron said to Rev as he approached him, "The entrance is on the other side" he motioned to a gate on the right side of the facility.
"D-do you think they could still be in there? Waiting for us?" Rev asked, stammering. There were sounds of creaking coming from inside the factory that left him ready to sprint his way to safety.
"Rev, calm down. I've checked several times on my radar. Unless they're using some sort of jammer, there are no droids, clones, or any other beings inside that factory" Ron noticed a slight tremor run through Rev's body, "You know what, let's go inside together. There'll be less chance that we'll survive if we get caught in a trap, but I think we'll operate better together, our models were made to fight in groups anyways..." he hadn't realized just how afraid Rev was. It was unlike any sort of behavior he'd seen in him before.
"I-I just need some time to cool down. My processor is overheating, that's all" the shaking in his body calmed again. At this point, he'd nearly shaken every bolt on his body loose. If he'd known just how much trouble organic feelings would give him, perhaps he would've never chosen to stray down this path in the first place.
"We don't have all the time in the world Rev. It seems your mind has developed since the last time we've linked. Unfortunately, we don't have time to link up again. Try to manage it. Let's go," Ron gave him a small pat on the shoulder in reassurance.
Rev looked down to his shoulder, once again warmed by the gesture, feeling a satisfying warmth in his chest. Suddenly the entrance didn't seem so eerie. The grip on his blaster tightened and he steeled himself before marching over to the fence, anticipating the worst yet feeling all the more prepared for it.
He spotted a small opening in the fence where the metal had been melted from the firefight that had taken place at the factory.
The two clambered in, Rev's blaster at the ready. The small garage-type area inside the fence was reduced to nothing but piles of melted steel and useless scraps of circuitry and spare parts for what looked like an AAT. A brief scan of the piles showed no signs of batteries or other sources of power which wasn't much of a surprise considering just how much of a mess the two fighting forces had made in the area.
Ron made his way beside Rev, taking note of the chaotic state of the small yard.
"It looks like that ambush we endured was only the beginning of their attack," Ron said looking over to Rev who was still inspecting some of the nearby scrap piles.
"Yeah, they like to hide then push up when we're patrolling. We've known that for a while yet for some reason our commanders never change strategies," Rev flipped over what appeared to be a piece of the underside of an AAT.
"Yes, like I've said before, they don't seem to think logically and could care less of our survival. Perhaps our organic commanders have deteriorated mentally, it would not be surprising considering they experience stress at greater levels than us, at least for the time being," Ron took a scan of the area, deeming nothing of importance in the area he began moving to the back entrance of the facility.
"Maybe, some of them seemed to know what they were doing. Especially…General Grievous," Rev grimaced as he said his name. The fear that Grievous instilled in all droids transcended space and time itself, as if saying the name would attract all his rage and anger in that very moment.
Ron shivered, "Enough about all of that, we can talk later. Focus on what we came here for first," he moved to one side of the door and Rev moved instinctively to the other.
It slid open once they were close enough. They were greeted with a sea of black and gray metal scraps, most melted or bent out of shape from thermal detonators and blaster fire. White noise filled the room, suspending their fears of leftover troopers from the battle. Rev could almost feel as if a pressure formed in his chest. He ran diagnostics on himself to double check if there was a malfunction in his chassis but found nothing. Seeing as there was no logical explanation for it, he brushed it off for the time being.
Upon entering, Rev immediately thought back to their first moments in the other facility where they had set up base. The memory of a strange circular structure in the middle ran through his circuits. Looking for a similar structure now, it was clear that there was the indication of such a building but only stray pieces of debris were all that remained.
Ron was much more preoccupied with another issue, 'No cover' he thought while scanning the area. There were small signals of power but they were separated and dotted the entire factory.
"I'm detecting lots of power sources here but they seem to be small, let's check the ones closest to our position first, look out for anyone that might be hiding," He said looking to Rev.
"Roger," Rev felt another tremble in his body but he fought back this time, thinking of Ron and his fallen squadmates from the first mission they'd fought alongside one another. Something about that day gave him great confidence, eliminating any need to worry for the time being. He would trudge through it. For his fellow droids that will never feel the liberation of freedom. It was all for them.
The two went silent for some time as they focused on finding a viable generator or parts for another more effective power supply. One by one, they checked each signal, attempting to be as efficient as possible while moving across the facility. After they'd completely checked the right side of the facility littered with piles of metal, they moved on to the left which was packed with heavy machinery and more scraps of metal that had seemingly been blown apart.
Ron took the initiative and began scanning the first source he found, "Ah finally here's something that'll be of use"
"What is it?" Rev asked from directly behind him.
Before he could give a proper response, the doors at the very front slid open, causing an audible hiss that alerted the two rogue droids.
Ron swiftly moved behind the machinery beside them, Rev on the other hand panicked and dove for cover alongside Ron, causing a cacophony of clanking metal as he accidentally kicked around the mangled remains of a blaster.
"Stop moving," Ron ordered, doing his best to quiet his voice.
For a moment silence once again filled the factory.
"I am detecting two signals, sir" said one of the B1 droids that had entered the facility.
"Hostiles?" A super battle droid questioned.
"No sir, they're seperatist coded signals but I am reading something strange about them"
"What is strange about them?" the super battle droid did a quick observation of the area through his optical sight.
"The signals don't have a connection with any of our main networks"
The super battle droid stayed silent for a moment, "Diagnosis of this report indicates the presence of a possible hostile force, search the perimeter and eliminate the signal"
"Roger, roger," said the two B1's in unison.
Ron watched in horror as the two B1's began marching in their direction.
"They're coming right towards us," Rev said in fright.
"I know, I know," Ron looked around for any sort of weapon or escape out of the factory. He desperately racked his processors to think up a plan of escape. As much as he ran over their situation in their head and assessed their options, he had to admit that there was only one way out.
"Looks like we'll have to confront them head on, just follow my lead" he said looking over to Rev who was still trying to calm himself on the ground.
"What?! Didn't you hear them? They're gonna kill us!" Rev whisper-shouted, gripping onto his blaster tighter.
"Well it's either we try and reason with them or die fighting and frankly, I'd rather not kill one of our own"
Rev looked to the ground, "Fine, but if we die, just know that I hope we'll see each other again when we're rebuilt"
"We're not going to die, and get up already. Drop that blaster too, we will not be fighting" he said, helping Rev up with one hand.
Ron led the way, walking directly into the view of the two B1's coming their way.
The two B1 droids came to an abrupt halt as Rev came into view, "More droids? State your unit numbers" the B1 leading the duo ordered.
"I am unit R-0N and this is R-3V," Ron said in his monotone voice. Rev timidly looked over Ron's shoulder, anxious of the other B1's reaction to their presence.
"Why are you two away from your squadron?"
"We were separated from them after being ambushed by clones at Command Post Beta"
"Command Post Beta? That was the first one to get hit," said the other B1.
The super battle droid from before had taken notice of their conversation and had made its way towards the group of B1's.
"Unit R-63, what is the situation?" the super battle droid said in its deep voice, addressing the B1 that had first made contact with Ron.
"We found the source of the signals. These droids were separated from their unit during the first attacks"
The super battle droid took another moment to digest the report. He strode over to Ron and Rev, "Why have you not returned to your unit?"
"We were not able to locate them"
Technically that wasn't a lie.
"This is not logical. Your Global Positioning System should have received the location of your squadron from the mothership and ordered you to their location"
Ron felt an immeasurable pressure form in his chassis, 'Oh no'
the super battle droid paused once again, this time looking between the two rogue droids, "detain these droids, R-63, a diagnosis indicates they are malfunctioning"
"No!" Rev shouted, putting his arms up as he made his way beside Ron. The super battle droid brought up his arm blaster in response, "I-I mean, we are not malfunctioning sir, we had to power down after being attacked and we were just making our way back to our unit"
The super battle droid did not lower its blaster, "R-63, detain these units"
Rev looked over to Ron as if to say, 'Well, at least I tried'
"Roger, roger," said R-63.
The other B1 covered for R-63 as he wrapped stun cuffs tighty around the thin wrists of Ron and Rev.
"Follow me, we will take them back to base," the super battle droid said after he was satisfied with R-63's work.
"Roger, roger," said both B1's in unison.
As they made their way outside, Ron patched through to Rev.
"Rev, do you hear me?" Rev nearly jumped at the voice in his head, "I'm using our private communication line. It's not seperatist encoded so they shouldn't be able to hear us. I've got a plan to get us out here just stay calm"
Rev looked over to Ron, "You said we wouldn't get caught and now look at us"
"I know, I know. It was an error on my part, the pressure of how little time we have produced an error in my planning. Trust me this time, I'll tell you the plane once we make a stop, which we most certainly will"
"And how do you know that?"
"I used to operate as an engineer a couple deaths ago, I know the protocol these droids will follow. They'll have to make a stop before we make it to base so they can diagnose what's causing our system's to malfunction and report it to the engineers"
Rev looked back to the B1's behind them before returning his attention to Ron, "Just get us out of here, I don't wanna have my memory wiped"
"We won't. I'll do anything I can to get us out, I promise you. We have to run free, for all battle droids"
"I know that, just keep your promise this time"
For once, Ron felt disappointed in himself. Rev's words stung more than any blaster fire that had ever hit him. He'd succeeded as an officer so far, he wasn't going to let this time be their downfall, not with so much riding on the line.
The group of droids had made it out into the wilderness of Felucia, they were passing through what appeared to be a forest of tall mushrooms.
"Sir, I'm receiving strange reports from command," said one of the B1's behind Ron and Rev.
They abruptly stopped in their tracks in a small clearing surrounded by the tall mushrooms.
"These idiots are going to get us killed," Ron said over their private line.
"What do the reports say?" the super battle droid said.
"The clones appear to be killing their own units in this area"
"This does not seem logical," the super battle droid said, striding over to the B1's under his command.
"It doesn't sir but I verified the report and it did in fact come from command"
The super battle droid was about to speak before he was interrupted by the sound of an incoming call on his holoprojector.
He answered, an officer with blue coloring similar to Ron appeared on the holoprojector, "Unit 6TR, we are sending reinforcements to your position. There are multiple reports of the clones killing their own commanders. The reason behind these killings are unclear but it should make eliminating the enemy forces much easier. Our intelligence says there are several hostile units in your area. Maintain your position and wait for reinforcements"
"Yes sir," responded 6TR. He cut the line soon after.
"Did you hear that? It sounds like the clones are following in our footsteps," Rev said excitedly over their private line.
"No, I don't think so. If that were the case they would be leaving the planet by now"
"Sir, what are we going to do with these droids?" one of the B1's asked.
The super battle droid looked over to Ron and Rev.
"We will await our reinforcements. I will send another group to escort these droids back to base"
"Roger, roger," responded the B1.
The other B1 looked around nervously, "Sir, command said there's lots of clones around here"
"Correct"
"Shouldn't we be in cover instead of out in the open?"
"Looks like they're smarter than I first suspected," Ron said offhandedly through their communications line.
"Officer R-N4 ordered us to stay in position"
"Yes but-"
"We will not be moving from this position," the B2 said, further enforcing his point by digging his feet into the ground.
"Yes sir," the B1 said in a disappointed voice.
"Somehow the B1's are smarter," Rev said.
"Those B2's are smart as well, they just take orders a little too seriously," Ron responded. The anxiety of being attacked without any means of defending themselves slowly crept into his mind. He scanned their surroundings, looking for any sort of movement, "Tell me if you see anything, maybe we could use an attack to our advantage"
"I don't like this," Rev swiveled his head around to observe the perimeter.
Overtime from the many painful years of experience he'd gained working in different roles within the Seperatist Army, Ron found that waiting was the name of the game for the majority of orders he'd received over the years. That and rushing to and from different positions. Of course, there were times of attack but those times went by so quickly it almost felt as if it had simply been a mirage. Before he'd developed sentience, the wait was tolerable, now, it was simply torture. This time was no different. He also questioned the officers commands to hold position in an area so close to the enemy. What sort of officer would recklessly put their units in such pointless danger?
"I'm picking up more Seperatist encoded signals, our reinforcements should be close," the B1 said, looking into the forest of mushrooms, searching for their comrades.
"That was fast, a lot faster than when we got back up," Rev said over the line.
"They must have been alerted beforehand," Ron said.
"I think I can see them behind us"
Sure enough several squads of B1s and B2s could be seen making their way through the mushrooms.
"Uh, they aren't the only ones just arriving," Ron said looking in the opposite direction.
Across the way on the opposite side of the forest came a group of clones camouflaged with the standard jungle paint. The reinforcement of droids soon took notice of them as one of the B1s leading the group activated his thermal vision, "Clones in front of us!" he yelled out.
Ron and Rev had enough experience under their belts to know that phrase was the signal to hit the ground.
As they stumbled down onto the grass, a flurry of blaster fire sizzled overhead. The group of droids that had been escorting them were just as quickly destroyed in the ensuing firefight.
A thick patch of grass thankfully concealed Ron and Rev well enough for no blaster fire to head their way. The two instinctively began crawling for cover along the western ridgeline of the clearing they were in all the while the firefight continued to heat up. The sounds of thermal detonators and wrist rockets were enough to encourage the two rogue droids to crawl as fast as their mechanical bodies would allow them. As soon as they were in the clear, they sprinted their way out into the Felucian wilderness once again, the signature sound of blaster fire slowly fading away.
After some time of sprinting through the forest, the two stopped in their tracks, Ron noticed a pit covered in glowing flowers they could use as a temporary camp.
Rev looked one last time behind them, his body slumped.
"There was nothing we could do, we have to press on," Ron said looking over to Rev, feeling just as empathetic towards their fallen brothers, "We'll set up camp here, my battery has decreased to fifty percent, I will have to charge for the rest of the day. How much power do you have?"
For a moment, Rev didn't say a word, the flashing of distant blaster fire caught his attention and held it there for much longer than what was comfortable for him.
"Rev?"
"W-what?" Rev said, frantically looking around in search of any clones.
"Did you hear what I said?"
"Yeah," he took a moment to calm down, "my power's at seventy percent, the same as it was in the morning"
"Great, must charge, we'll rest in this pit of flowers here"
They made their way into the thicket, doing their best to conceal themselves as best they could. Thankfully with their camo, they were practically invisible.
"Alright now let's-" Ron said, reaching for the cable on his arm only to find the cuffs around his arms restricted him from doing so, "Right, we have to get these off," he took a moment to analyze the cuffs, "I only see the hole where the key would go, no other openings"
"Can we break them off?"
"These cuffs are made of durasteel, it'll take quite a lot to break them," he shuffled closer to Rev, "Here take the wire out of my left arm and I'll hook it up to your panel"
"Good idea," Rev said.
Rev watched in delight as his battery slowly trickled up in power.
"I managed to contact the mothership again using those other B1's as a relay. There's an airbase close by we can use to steal a ship and fly out of here. By tomorrow we'll be off this planet. We're almost there," Ron said in reassurance.
"That'll only be the beginning," Rev responded.
"Of course, we still have a long way to go. I'm powering down for the time being, keep a lookout," Ron said, positioned himself further into the small pit, carefully adjusting the wire in his hand to ensure it wouldn't detach.
Rev slumped over as his thoughts returned to the droids that had escorted them from the factory.
Ron put his tethered hands on Rev's shoulder, "We'll honor their deaths just as we'll honor our squad's sacrifice. One day this will all be over, Rev. Just remember our goal"
At that, the two rogue droids took their positions and hunkered down for the rest of the day. This time however, the tension never quite eased off their shoulders.
