Lost Droid

[TV - 113]

TV - 113 went to the nearest planet it knew was inhabited, Tatooine. Without a fleet or a guard, it was left with only a single blaster to defend itself. The droid had no idea what year it was, where the CIS was, or what had happened in its shutdown. All it knew was, it needed information. The droid had been programmed with enough where with all to know where to go for information. It landed the outdated junker of a shuttle outside Mos Espa. The rusted hatch screeched open, the droid standing at the ramp. Smoke flooded from behind hit casting its shadow over the enlightened sand. It walked down, arms folding naturally behind its back. It's blaster sat on its hip, but other than that, it had nothing. It hit a button on its arm, closing the hatch of the shuttle. It was still a mile from the town, choosing to park a ways away to ensure it did not get any attention. According to its databases, this planet had been under the command of the Republic, so stealth was key. it began the trek to Mos Espa, unsure of what it would find.

 

[TV - 113]

TV - 113 was lost. All the information it gathered pointed to the CIS being long gone, relics of the past. That made it not only obsolete but a VERY old droid. Any tactics it did once know may be worthless. Any information it may have once known, worthless. It was without an army to be in and had only one programmed function: War. Without a faction, a fleet or an army, there was nothing it could do. The prehistoric Tactical Droid made its way back to the shuttle, more lost than it had been upon arriving.