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The Last Confederate

The ship landed on Geonosis and the two Neimoidians ordered that the droid be repaired and rebooted. As soon as the repairs were done and the droids power was restored the Geonosisian engineer who worked on the droid brought it over to the governor's palace and placed it in front of the two Neimoidians and powered it back on.

[member="TV - 113"]
 
Its eyes glowed yellow as it raised its head. It took notice of its surroundings, but, as usual, had no comment.
"To what do I owe the honor, sir?" It said in its monotonous voice.
 
"Nute Gunray's" voice changed into Herr Vanderhing's shakey human like voice as he said with a sort of smile that would make many uncomfortable

"Hello, hello! I'm glad to see that you're awake"

Vanderhing walked forward with a cane in his right hand. His walk looked more like a limp that looked like a waddle due to past injuries he had obtained

"I do hope you enjoyed your nap but on to business!!"

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"And what business would that be? I am nothing more than a Fleet Captain. I hold no power or sway." The droid said simply, not taking notice of the voice change, or simply not caring.
 
Vanderhing chuckled and said

"First things first my name is Herr Vanderhing. I am the governor of this fine planet and you..."

He poked his cane onto the droids chest

"Are going to be used as propaganda for the Geonosisian people and you will boost my approval among them!"

He motioned over the other Neimoidian

"Isn't that right Genf"

"Yes sir"

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The Tactical Droid, on the other hand, did not agree with this plan.
"Hmm... Well, that would work if there were not several things in the way. One, I am the property of the CIS, you are not a member that I know. Two, protocol dictates that tampering, altering or in any way changing the property of the CIS is illegal. My programming does not say that I have to follow your orders, and I intend NOT to. Good day."
The droid turned to take its leave.
 
Vanderhing smiled sinisterly and signaled for the Geonosisian guards to block all of the exits. He stood there standing and chuckling even more. Then he leaned his face forward and said

"This is my game, and you will play it my way!..."

He chuckled some more and waited for the droid's response

[member="TV - 113"]
 
The tactical droid, facing away from Vanderhing, fell into thought. TV - 113 was not programmed with patience, instead resulting in arrogant actions first. That is what cost it its flagship. Now, it took a different approach. It took the seat in front of the Governer.
"I don't see what you expect me to do. The Geonosissians were always easy to bend, and I am a tactical droid. This is not what I was designed for. It would take reprogramming me to make me diplomatic."
 
Herr Vanderhing continued to smile

"Goood. Now it's a good thing you're sitting down for this because the first thing I have to get out of the way is this... The CIS, is dead. It died many, many, many, years before me. It was then replaced with the Confederate Remnant which died out. Then years later the Techno Union which died out. And now the Techno Empire which I am a part of! As for the comment on the Geonosisians being easy to bend... They are currently a little hostile over our occupation of their planet. Which is where you come in.. You don't have to be diplomatic I just need you to walk out to the crowd of Geonosisians out there and tell some stories about how well there ancestors fought in the war and say how they'd be proud of there descendents if they were to support me...."

[member="TV - 113"]
 
What would have taken a human a minute to comprehend took the Tactical Droid a second. TV - 113 decided the Governer was not lying.
"Very well, what shall I do?"
 

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