Character
R-5 patrolled the streets of Mandalore without rest. The very conflict he was built for, now generations behind him, a war he did not even get to participate in. His original purpose, robbed from him. He maintains his three commandments as he watches over various ranks of citizens, from foundlings to warriors. It was what he was programmed for.
His route took him towards a poorer district. Downtrodden Mandalorians, some veterans disabled from combat and broken down droids haggling prices for junk not even worth a quarter of its price.
Three foundling children yipped and screamed with laughter as they ran around him wearing helmets too big for their bodies, making small blaster noises and explosions with their mouths.
The innocence of children and the future they hold was something sacred to him. A commandment he made for himself. Commandment Zero: Protect the foundlings at all costs.
For what future would they have if no one watched after them.
His visor followed them as they ran through the streets, small street rodents scattered out of their way as the sounds of speeders from above zoomed past on their highways.
He remained silent as he just people watched. Paid attention to how each one lived their lives and just let the area around him breathe and exist. No cries for help beckoned for him, no orders barked for him to fall in line, he was simply present.
But that was the most haunting part to him.
His route took him towards a poorer district. Downtrodden Mandalorians, some veterans disabled from combat and broken down droids haggling prices for junk not even worth a quarter of its price.
Three foundling children yipped and screamed with laughter as they ran around him wearing helmets too big for their bodies, making small blaster noises and explosions with their mouths.
The innocence of children and the future they hold was something sacred to him. A commandment he made for himself. Commandment Zero: Protect the foundlings at all costs.
For what future would they have if no one watched after them.
His visor followed them as they ran through the streets, small street rodents scattered out of their way as the sounds of speeders from above zoomed past on their highways.
He remained silent as he just people watched. Paid attention to how each one lived their lives and just let the area around him breathe and exist. No cries for help beckoned for him, no orders barked for him to fall in line, he was simply present.
But that was the most haunting part to him.
