A Droid With A Mission from God?

AK-47

"I said to put that warning shot across her nose," I snap tersely at the gunner, frankly shocked. "Across, not UP her nose!"

What? Is it too much to ask for one of my fellow battledroids to do the job right. Just a warning shot across the bow of the ship to be followed up by a warning about this planet being . . .

Maker! I swear that it is almost like the gunner here is still walking around with bare bones stock standard hardware. . .vice the upgrades we had so very HARD won, to be able to better face the coming day we must!

Oh, to be prepared for those vile monsters, the Yuuzhan Vong, we have to have equipment at hand . . . enough firepower at hand in order to blow those unholy, technology hating demons BACK to the pits they'd crawled up from. Blast them and put them down for all TIME!

When . . . the Prophet communed through me I saw . . . To this very day I am not sure exactly what I saw from the other side of that Connection. However, what I DID get from it is that trillions of sentient lives are at stake here (both organic AND mechanical). I know that according to . . . the Prophet Inquirer that while without intervention the Vong will eventually be stopped, but at a horrifying cost of life!

. . .

Not on MY watch it won't, I don't think!

. . .

Funny, that last part. Battledroids (especially my subseries) were not MADE to think, just to . . . fight. See, I'm not originally even of what would be termed a "non-com" in Military lingo (as . . . what I got from Inquirer). I was a lowly "grunt" and only did as ordered, never ordering anyone . . . except those I'd been tasked to fight against or police.

I wasn't even made to have a female persona, really. Somewhere between the time of my first activation and the time that Inquirer came upon me from her Realm, I . . . believe that the factory where I'd been assembled I'd had a MALE persona (almost all fighting driods appear to have male personas . . . don't ask me why). However, when I became possessed by Inquirer--becoming a VERY frightened, at first, passenger in my own metallic body)--everything . . . changed.

. . .

Will not say that the process had been painful . . . even unwanted . . . it was just something even to this day I cannot fully describe.

Now? I know what is to come (or could still be, shoud I say) and I plan (and warned) accordingly. Thus far . . .

Sigh.

Thus far I have been forced by need to keep to the droid community, even though the Church of Silicon Valley . . . specifically states that both biologicals AND mechanical intelligences are equal. See, it has all to do with that damnable Emperor and his lapdog, Vader! Yes, as droids we are apart from the Force and thus may be . . . beneath the radar (yet another alien "Military" term) but as soon as we droids go and recruit (actively) our first biological into the ranks? Would scotch the whole bloody thing! Much less draw the biologicals into the inner circle (composed of myself and a few other select droids I trust with my life)!

So . . . instead we hide in the shadows (despite the rhetoric of "direct action"). Am happy to say that due to our . . . pilfering of Imperial supplies we have played a part in the big delays and cost overruns for that Death Star of theirs!

That said and done, now is the time to stop talking only on direct action (that is, not leave it to the Rebel Alliance do the task of taking care of the Empire). The Empire . . . is an obstacle which must be dealt with and harshly, else if they are STILL a going concern when the Vong arrive I fear we shall have a two front war (at least). That . . . is not something I care to contemplate. Will be difficult enough even WITH recent advances in our research projects and recovery of some of the most INTERESTING alien technology . . . Amazing what one can find with a little Creator given visions to point you to spots where really wayward spaceships just . . . pop in, abandoned on the outer Rim areas. Places nobody goes and all that, because it is so . . . .dark and barren.

. . . .

Do believe that the latest catch a bit ago that made our latest (and admittedly loudest) coupe actually hales from the Prophet's home diminsion, but . . . . we're not too sure. STILL, where ever it came from the tech inside was . . .exquisit!

But all that aside, at least my latest batch of visions has helped us. The Falcon awaits, even though . . . they are decidely earlier than what the Prophet's sharings had revealed to me.

That and there is that rather strange, system wide interference I keep . . .

Well, nothing for it right now. Our gunner shall (I WILL make sure of it) get some maintenance done on himself (if only to fix his latest glitches . . . alas sometimes upgrading does not go . . . smoothly for some droids).

Sigh, then again maybe he took the briefings about it being possible that the Empire might try a fast one and . . .compromise the Falcon to slip through? Yeah, one cannot be too careful nowadays but still . . .

Whatever the case, it is time.

It is my cue.

I drive over the squakes of protesting I hear from the other side, demanding to know what basically is going on (i.e. why we are shooting at them). Had hoped to have a smoother lead in than this, but . . .

"Attention Millinieum Falcon, the planet you are heading towards has been placed under the Droid Army protection until contacted Rebel Alliance forces can get their worthless carcasses here to assist. In the mean time do not attempt to jump to hyperspace or break the tractor beam we are engaging."

"More will be explained when we meet shortly after we teleport you up here for a face to face. AK-47 out!"

A short wait later, after the teleportation technician makes a few adjustments (things like making sure weaponry of those being teleported will have their weaponry . . . drained upon arrival . . . can't be too careful) . . .

1. I get the biggest shock of my existence!!

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