B1 Promotion

[Herr Vanderhing]

Battledroids, they can be clumsy, bumbling, and occasionally stupid..... But they have their uses, even many years after the fall of the Confederacy of Independent Systems the Neimoidian people and the Trade Federation (also Neimoidians) still used them in vast quantities, and sometimes one of the droids ends up being smarter then the others..... Only slightly more intelligent, but still noticeable when compared to the others..... The Viceroy liked these ones more then the others, often times he'd get exasperated with the bumbling droids, but he awarded many of the useful one's. One such droid [member="B1-05"] showed his 'competence' or rather his less incompetence over the others and was thus getting awarded in the Viceroy's throne room. He was to be put in charge of a platoon of over a dozen other B1s and on occasion be given an old Confederate era Armored Assault Tank to lead them with. The Viceroy stood up from his throne and awaited for the droid to arrive and receive his rank, assuming of coarse he'd accept it (you'd be surprised how many droids turn it down for some reason.... Likely not realizing that promotions are good). The room was filled with about a dozen, maybe less Neimoidians gawking at the Viceroy and a few B1 bodyguards all awaiting for the droid to step forward

[member="B1-05"]

 

[B1-05]

B1-05 arrived in the room holding a map until realizing he was in the right room, "huh? oh, hello everyone" he greeted

 

[Herr Vanderhing]

The Viceroy chuckled at the sight of the droid, they never ceased to surprise him it seemed

"Good evening Unit [member="B1-05"]!!! You are Unit B1-05 yes?" The Viceroy inquired before urging the droid forward. The other battle droids in the room snickered to each other which the Viceroy replied with an annoyed glare. The other droids shuddered at the glare, then stopped snickering. The throne room was large and colorful, with golden pillars and velvet drapery adorning the walls. The Neimoidians all wore colorful, vibrant robes and all raised an eyebrow at the droid, apart from the Viceroy. The Viceroy beckoned the droid to come forward across the velvet red carpet closer to him to receive his rank and reward, all the while the Neimoidians clapped for him in an arrogant fashion while the other droids clapped ferociously and whole-heartily shouting out congratulations to the Federation droid

"Congratulations 'O-5!!!"

"I'm so happy for you!!"

"Why can't that be me?!?!?!"

"Enjoy it while you have it!!! Because a Jedi will probably rip it away......"

The droids shouted

[member="B1-05"]

 

[B1-05]

B1 walked listening to the congratulations, "wait wha-nevermind" he remarked at the last one before finishing his walk

 

[Herr Vanderhing]

As the droid finished his walk and stated his "nevermind" to the promotion Vanderhing hastily ran to the droid and tried to deter him from leaving. He point his arm around the droid's shoulder and hastily thought of something to convince the droid not to walk out on his promotion

"No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no!!!!!!............ Wait!!!..... H-He... Was erm..... Joking about that!!! I-I-It was just a cruel prank.... You won't be torn apart..... In a painful.... Burning sensation.... As the blade slices you in two..... No he only jests!!!" The Viceroy tried assuring the droid

"No I'm not joking...... Didn't you hear what happened t-" the droid tried saying before Neimoidian guards grabbed him and dragged him out of the room

"See?..... There is nothing to worry about with this new position!!! You'll be in charge of dozens of your own bretherin!!!" He continued on attempting to reassure the droid

[member="B1-05"]

 

[B1-05]

"uuh ok" B1 replied forgetting about what the droid said

 

[Herr Vanderhing]

The Viceroy smirked, and guided the droid forward "Excellent" he said before turning in front of the droid and facing him.

"Alright..... Unit B1-05..... Because if your service to the Trade Federation, and the people of the Neimoidian worlds.... I, Viceroy Herr Vanderhing of the Trade Federation declare that you are promoted to the rank of droid commander, and to be given charge of a platoon of thirty-six battle droids and an Armored Assault Tank!!!!! Congratulations Commander [member="B1-05"]!!!"

The wealthy and greedy Neimoidian entourage rolled their eyes and reluctantly clapped as the other droids an the room clapped viciously and cheered on the droid. The Viceroy pulled out an outrageously large ribbon and placed it upon the droid's chest.

"Yay!!!"

"Congratulations Commander!!!"

"Why can't I be promoted?!"

[member="B1-05"]

 

[B1-05]

"thank you everyone except that guy" B1 said as he wore the medal, he would smile if he had a mouth

 

[Herr Vanderhing]

The Viceroy gave a smirk to as the droid accepted the praise. The droids all continued to cheer except for when the commander said "except that guy" the droid sunk his head down and gave an "Awwwwww......." In a depressed version of the nasally droid voice. The Viceroy lightly patted the droid on the back before urging the droid forward. He put his arm around the droid's shoulder, his robes covering the droid's backside and pushed him forward

"Now, it's time to begin your AAT training, for when you confront a Jedi...... Come with me, this way commander....." The Viceroy pushed the droid forward away from his cheering bretherin and out of the throne room

[member="B1-05"]