[2 BBY]
[Partial Orbital Ring, Free Worlds Confederate Navy 1st (Droid) Grand Fleet, in orbit Fondor Shipyards, Fondor System, Colonies Sector, Tapina Free Worlds. Free Worlds Confederacy]

Fondor's orbitals were a veritable hive of activity to Unit-984/B/Command's human eye, let alone the vast log of activities on the device in her hand, and pinging to the cybernetics over her right eye and into her skull. The Republic strike hadn't penetrated anywhere close to the inner defensive structures, and more importantly the shipyards and processing systems, but the damage to the outer barriers was extensive. There was also the fact of a vast sea of shattered starships, floating munitions, and the results of the battle to deal with as casualties had been heavy on both sides.

It had been a successful defence, better than envisioned in many ways as losses could be made good, and the intricate defensive systems were going to be repaired, and expanded, in preparation for the next round. She, well, when she'd be Qi'ra, Unit-984/B/Command would have assumed the New Republic would have pushed in again, regardless of the losses. They hadn't though, absorbing the heavy losses and diverting forces towards the Galactic North once more rather than concentrating more offensive mobile fleets towards them and the Imperials. Since the stance had shifted after the Imperials had shattered the largest Confederate fleets at Kerkoidia and were on the offensive into the Southern 'Rebels'…well, the war was likely to be focused around those northern sectors for a short while at the very least.

'They'll happily bleed their minions against us and others, but need to fix their penal issue I suppose' the officer of the Free Worlds Confederacy wondered as she walked, tapping on her data-slate an approval for one report, then another 'But there'll be no glorious, easy, victories here to crow about in public if the Druckenwell forces are on the defensive and can't take the pressure off Imperial reinforcements of our position'

Her implant pinged {Update: Arrival Unit-984/B-G2}

Unit-984/B/Command gave a faint smile answering in vocals, while she touched her implant "Confirm, dispatch Unit-984/B-G2 to Alpha Deck, Storage Alpha-44"

{Confirm. Dispatching Orders} the droid on the other end replied, and Qi'ra continued to her own tasks first, as they were an ever present, and seemingly ever growing, list of items to be dealt with. So much so that she was here, handling these matters in the place of her superior, the Super-tactical Droid code-name, 'Kalani' as the 'best option' to handle various processing matters. Replacement and upgrading of various combat systems, and fleet operational matters, were in that stage now. Between being made 'independent' and the assault, her droid superiors were much more organised than before…

'Which is good and bad at times' she had to admit as she entered the viewing area overlooking 'processing' of 'new units' that was a mix of command bridge and medical area. There were eight droids present, all actual droids rather than an 'organic model' such as herself, and all were semi-silently doing their jobs as they overlooked the floors below. Two in total, one on either side, separated by solid barrier walls, and currently handling two different groups;- in this case on the left a bunch of male organics, of the older variety, and then younger females on the side to the right of Unit-984/B/Command as she entered. Technically in the 'less common' variety of processing 'salvage' in non-standard, as the droids saw it, deployments, along with the male-female-other division systems that they'd created a decade ago, and Qi'ra had pushed for.

The men in there, about a two dozen, were all quite impressive specimens to her eye, as it was an occasional benefit that others were as nude as she, and these one's unassigned. But that was a momentary indulgence, and she was eager to get this done as she turned to Chief Medical Droid, Unit-TTH/77342 "Confirm all combat designate units are functional and ready for training?"

"Affirmative, all units processed are functional. Training programme status: Green"

Experienced ground combat personnel amongst the surviving penal unit 'salvage' were rare after all, as it involved the New Republic not to use them as general fodder like they always did. Because such meant that experience meant little bar a minor boost in survival odds. That these ones, drawn from various worlds across the conquered Galactic North, from Shilli to Orinda, was a useful thing to have even if the numbers were quite minor. Most of their recruits to 'organic units' were either as lower level technicians, logistic vessel pilots, or those skilled enough for starfighter pilots. Vengeance against the New Republic, and nothing else left in their lives, made even the choice Qi'ra had made years ago look very, very, appealing.

She perused the individual units, nodding "Affirmative Status is sufficient for training programme testing. Armouring and Testing protocols approved as Unit-984/B/Command"

'We can really do with some decent organic commandoes, or even just security control squads' was her thoughts on the matter, in line with what was proposed by both her superior, and the generally less pleasant to deal with Droid Council. Or, well, to be honest, one or two units on that Council rather than the council as a greater whole that she herself was technically an advisory member for. In truth, Qi'ra, would never have believed street scum like her could rise so high…even in such a bizarre way as she had eventually managed amongst droids of all people!

The second lot were…more problematic, in that the New Republic had no problem with child soldiers apparently either, nor had they cared about what could happen with putting them together with more predatory sorts. Or it had been deliberate, as Qi'ra suspected it would have been a decade ago due to incompetent, but now Unit-984/B/Command moreso assumed active maliciousness. All projections indicated a sustained attempt to use younger and older females, only of breeding age and status, from conquered non-core worlds in the Galactic North as a means of slightly less direct xenocide. The older females of whatever species were easier to deal with, but it had left…this problem as well.

'Yes, how to deal with several hundred traumatised teenage females of various species, who've no family or clear options available? Damn Corewolders!' Unit-984/B/Command thought, turning her attention to the other side of the *processing* of 'new models', looking at the unit status "Training Status: Orange?"

"Affirmative Command Unit" the medical droid answered "Hardware currently await repair as detailed in Report/78/LG/XYAZ(A), Software Damage currently noted in Report/78/LG/XYAZ(B)"

'Yeah, several are half-starved, broken bones barely healed, and sexual abuse….and then the rest have some degree of psychological damage' was her Qi'ra thought, but Unit-984/B/Command also had to consider how to make use of the resources at the same time or these girls, and the men on other side of the wall, would be back in death ships being in dreadful circumstances again. Unfortunately…these were exactly skilled soldiers, having been a penal brigade with less training than the least well programmed old B-1, and these recovered 'salvage' weren't skilled at anything much she expected.

'But…that's the problem to deal with as within the confines of the Droid Army' she knew, telling herself that again, as simply saying they were free, and here's some credits, would only see most of them of dead, homeless, or enslaved to someone else fairly rapidly. Nor could she just send them off to do nothing and get fed, as every resource had to be used, and every droid needed to have a role. So, it was something Unit-984/B/Command thought upon very seriously, then began to create a listing for them; - in the end assigning them to an in-depth 'reprogramming' state that would them be turned in 'technician models' unless something else was discovered during the extended, years long, 'reprogramming'.

It wasn't…ideal, but it would see the material needs, and at least some of the mental needs, of the new 'organic droid models' that needed those needs met. At the very worst they'd be able to do basic defence of themselves, and dull routine away from most threats, for the benefit of the Fleet or Support. They'd need every resource after all, not just to see of the ever-looming threat of the New Republic, but also in dealing with the rump (totally illegal according to her superiors) Confederacy, and, of course, with their now nominal allies in the authoritarian version of the Old Republic calling itself the United Federal Empire. With that decided she confirmed the final orders, and then departed, the familiar feel of metal against bare skin a relaxing session after the stress of such decisions, and of the need to get back.

Security doors scanned and then opened before as she ascended the lift, then headed for her room, giving the girl waiting for a smile as the droid painted, but like herself unclad, girl stood at attention "Unit-984/B-G2 reporting for Duty"

Qi'ra stood at attention as well, training kicking in "Unit-984/B/Command confirms Status"

Then grinned, opening her arms "Come here you, give your mother a hug! It has been too long!"