Ron closed up the last of the droids in the back of the ship. All the hard work they'd been doing finally paid off. Every droid had been easily re-programmable thanks to the fact that most of them were of a newer model. All except for OOM-342. His system had been quite the hassle and had set them back quite a few days. Eventually, in the end, he was finally fixed up with a newly loaded system that Ron had created himself. It was designed for the older OOM models like himself. He hadn't realized how different they were until it came down to messing with their internals.

Rev looked on from the cockpit as Ron finished up but returned to tapping away at his holotablet soon after.

It had been raining for a week now, their generator was soaked the first day. They hadn't been fast enough to bring it inside in time.

Ron walked into the cockpit and sat beside Rev.

"We have two options as of right now. We can either risk frying the generator and power our brothers on, or we can wait until we've found a stable power source to then recharge them," he said.

Rev refused to look over at him, "Whatever you think is best"

His head was leaned against his hand, looking out into the forest to the side of their ship.

"What's wrong? This is the first time I've seen you act like this," Ron said, scooting closer to him.

"Nothing's wrong with me, I was just looking at the galactanet for too long"

Rev reluctantly looked over. They finally made eye contact and at that instant Ron understood.

"I see. Leave the worrying up to me, you just follow my orders for the time being. Just as it was back on Felucia," he said, patting Rev on the shoulder.

Rev seemed to lighten up at the gesture, his shoulders sinking lower and his hand slowly easing off of his face.

"Right, that's how we got out," He said.

"Exactly," Ron replied.

They both felt an airy sensation in their chests, as if a bubble of air that had become trapped in their chassis was dancing around playfully.

Their escape still felt incredulous even after a month of work. They'd nearly forgotten it, getting so caught up on one task after task as if they were still fighting the war.

"I think we're all ready to leave. The ship is quite damaged but we can work on that once we get all of our brothers back up and running. Did you find a planet where we can find some fuel?" Ron asked, beginning the slow and tedious process of putting the wiring of the ship back into its place.

"I found one close by…but I did some more research and found that the Separatists were there. The population wouldn't like us if they find out that we're battle droids," he said, helping Ron in the clean up process.

Ron's voice modulator made a strange noise for a moment, a sort of chortling. It surprised even himself, "Anywhere we go, the population won't like us, unless they're former Separatist planets of course. I don't know much about what happened behind the scenes of the war but all I know is that since we lost, we're going to be treated as lesser beings. That's how it seems to go judging by the data books on history that I've read on the galactanet"

The last of the wiring was jammed back into place and the panel guarding the internals was closed.

A gust of wind rushed into the ship, reminding the two of the many storms that were prone to happen on this planet.

The two stood up and walked outside, "Why don't we come back here to settle down? Once we've figured everything out anyway," Rev asked as he followed Ron outside.

"Maybe. The storms would be an issue but it is quite remote. Let's look around first, see what other sorts of planets we can find," Ron inspected the exterior of the ship one last time before heading back inside.

The generator was in the middle of the bay area, still drying out. Rev had spent the majority of the week cleaning it over and over again, worrying his circuits thin over the thought of missing a spot he missed in some obscure corner of the machine.

Back inside, Ron closed up the cargo bay and began initiating takeoff.

"How will we disguise ourselves? You never did tell me" Rev said, taking a seat beside Ron.

"I was thinking of a simple helmet that would be easy to put on our heads and some robe we can make out of straw or some other natural material," Ron flipped some switches and watched as the ship began its ascent. It sputtered and creaked as it struggled to make it out of the atmosphere. The damage from the missile that hit them was somewhat visible on the outside. Small fractures had appeared on the hull. On impact, the damage had seemed trivial but the true extent of the damage was revealed with the rain and moisture patiently chipping away at it.

"You want to disguise ourselves as natives?"

"Something to that effect"

The ship soared into the sky. The void of space came back into view. Twinkling stars dotted the distant horizons. No ships were in view and the radar on the interface gave no indication of any in the area. Truly, they were alone and free for once. Completely separate from all Separatist leadership.

"What was the name of the planet?" Ron asked, setting up the hyperdrive.

"Maridun," Rev replied.

Wordlessly, Ron punched in the coordinates. The void in front of them was suddenly distorted into blue streaks of light around the edges of their vision and in an instant, they had entered hyperspace.


Beeps filled a clad gray and black room. All across the borders of the room were several operators tapping away at their monitors.

A man in a gray outfit marched across the room towards one of said operators.

"What is it?" He barked.

Operators nearby flinched at the sudden order. The hair on their neck rose and they nearly stopped their work.

"The radar picked up a Separatist transport ship nearby. Should we move to follow it?" The operator replied.

"No, tag it for the time being. Our forces are still being converted from the Republic's technology. Soon we will put an end to that old regime. Did you receive its transponder code?"

"No sir, it had none. I'll tag it immediately"

"Good, that is all that we need. Return to your duties," The officer said before marching off.

The room filled with the taps and clicks of the operators once more.


A/N: That'll be the end of part 1. I want to have this done by the end of the year (2023 as of writing) but we'll see. I hope you're all enjoying it, I've been having fun with this.