First Stage (Approach on Coruscant)

[Rex]

Ferex looked out the viewport of he passenger liner in electronic awe. Coruscant was like nothing he had seen or sensed before. Certainly he had detailed maps memorized, and plenty of information. But there was nothing like the real thing. He shifted his focus to the large shipyards, where ships of all classes were docked. That was where Ferex needed to get. Him and some 500 robots like himself and his commander Rex, to steal at least two Strike-class Medium Cruisers. Technically they would be under-crewed, but since they were robots, they could electronically manage several tasks at once.
Rex looked over his partner. Awe and admiration was not good for logic. No, "feelings", were. They interrupted the processes. "We will have losses, perhaps heavily", Rex mentioned. Ferex started. Taken by surprise. If Rex could narrow his optical sensors, he would have done so. No robot should be taken by surprise. Time for a data clean up? "Uh yes", Ferex replied, it what might be called a stammer.
"Ferex, we must focus on the task at hand. If you are unable to do so, we will have to compromise your data." If Ferex had been able too, he would have paled. His bright red and silver hue did seem to lose some of its sharpness. "Yes, of course, I will maintain focus", he assured his partner. And he proceeded to do so, focusing on the task at hand. About 10 liners and transports had robots of his type aboard. Two in the passenger area, and the rest in the hold, waiting to be activated. If Ferex recalled the protocol correctly, the ships would first stop at the docks. There, the robots had phony, but nearly untraceable ID orders, about taking the deactivated robots to a secure cargo storage facility. There they would be reactivated, and the next stage would begin. This would be a long hard fight. The chances for success were slim, survival somewhat better. If anything, they would be satisfied with one cruiser.

 

[Rex]

The space-liner moved painfully slow towards the orbital station. Likely some military requirement. But Rex and his counterpart didn't fidget. They were robots after all. Droids, beskar and durasteel. They didn't have feelings, or shouldn't anyway. It was most inefficient to care about something, or consider a situation beyond its basic layout. Just study enough to get through, no more.
Ferex did seem to be on the verge of fidgeting. Though maybe it was just because of his age. He was a fairly young robot, beyond the case of simple logic, but not quite old enough to have the experience, such not showing what one was processing. He would learn soon enough. He must learn, or be eliminated from the One.
Rex checked on the others. All but one were more or less in the same position. The other had been stopped by the authorities over a wanted personage on board. Rex hoped it stayed with that, and they didn't decide to check over the rest of the passengers. They didn't. If Rex had lungs, he would have sighed in relief. As it was, he relaxed his processor's, letting them cool down.
"Space liner landing in 1 standard time part", the captain reported. Good, soon would be time for action, and the advancement of the One.

 

[Rex]

The space liner drew up alongside the station, then stopped. It pivoted, then entered a hangar bay, designed specially for it. The passengers began to get up. The liner tremble slightly as the liner was locked in place, and the exit tubes were attached. "Please move towards the exit, thank you for choosing..." Most of the people were already on their way out. Rex now joined them. Ferex was right behind him. Rex stayed in line, no need to shove ahead, he had plenty of time. The line went at a snail's pace. Ferex seemed impatient. "Patience apprentice, patience." The younger robot relaxed somewhat. Patience, was a virtue. Being metal, and experience, Rex had plenty of it. They eventually got out of the liner, and into the station. Everyone was being checked by security guards. Rex approached a sergeant.

 

[Rex]

The tall thin sergeant looked down his thin nose at Rex. Rex wasn't exactly short, but this man still excelled in height. "What is it you want?", his replied nasally, and bored, perhaps also disgusted that someone, er, something, had the nerve to walk up to him. Rex displayed a data chip to the man. "I have here an important military delivery. It is on several civilian liners, and this information is not to be disclosed." The man evidently was used to this sort of thing. He hardly glanced at the chip. "Fine, take it to cargo bay 5." He handed Rex a pass, as if though the document Rex was holding wasn't enough, although it was. Ferex led the way to the staging bay, where the liner's cargo was being deposited. Four large containers were directed to Rex at his request to a crewman. They were set up on hoverpads, and Rex and Ferex quickly maneuvered them to the cargo bay. The time for action, was at hand.