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The battle raged on, if it could be described that. Two forces of droids shooting at each other was not described as a battle by many cultures. There was no threat of life being lost. There was no adrenaline pumping, no emotions running rampant. Well, at least the remaining Klatoonian could...

Ahab was a droid. He only did what his programming allowed him to do. True, as a tactical droid, that meant he had more creative freedom than most droids in his actions, as long as it was in pursuit of a programmed goal. And as long as he was doing something for his pursuit of money, he would do...

The Protocol droid never really had a chance to speak before the attack. With the dwarf lashing out wildly, the B1s were forced to quickly retaliate. A flurry of blaster fire erupted as, once again, droids attacked organics. The only difference this time was Ahab and his crew. At the sound of...

"Ahaha! See how they be fearin' our blasters! No quarter lads! No Quarter!" Ahab shouted as the remaining two guards began to turn and run. Whether it was because they were seeking better cover or simply fleeing for their lives was unclear, but as they had not dropped their weapons, Ahab saw no...

"Why? Ye ask why, ye leafy dirt-dweller?" Ahab mocked the plant. "I told ye and yer men to disarm, less ye face our wrath. Besides, we are not security. We have no noble quest to preserve life like ye Jedi codes. Have ye not heard the legend of Captain Ahab and his droids of fortune? Bah..."...

When they opened fire, Ahab and his crew were willing to return fire as swiftly as their programming allowed. GreenHorn seemed the most eager of the droids. True, they were all programmed equally to fight, but given the number of years since their last memory wipe, each had their own quirks...

When the ship landed inside the hangar bay, nothing stirred...at first. While the life support system was working, the air itself tasted stale and old. The Hangar bay the group had landed in was filled with a variety of antique vehicles and opened cargo crates. Skiffs, speeders and land...

Hyperspace can be a fickle and, moreover, a nasty thing. Things that go into in don't always come out the same. Things like wandering black holes could utterly wreck ill-planned space flights. There were always rumors of events like the Rift Disaster occuring to other beings. And there were...

Ahab's comm began to crackle with noise. "Aye, the comms be down. Pardon me briefness, under some pressure here" Ahab stated as he popped from behind his cover to open fire towards one of the guards. The shot missed wildly, but it was better than nothing. The B1 droids, as basic as they...

The alarms began to blare throughout the vineyard. Ahab and the droids looked up in confusion. "Blast!" Ahab stated. "An ill twist of fate...no matter!" Ahab swung a metal fist into a wall, causing the room to shake slightly. The B1s looked frightened for a moment, as if Ahab would actually...

"Aye, we do that then" Ahab stated at the command. "Still, take one of the rats with ye. Such things be more useful then ye think. It'll obey ye well enough." At this, the remaining buzz droid on Ahab's shoulder jumped off and began to crawl after Thel. For the moment, it would simply follow...

Ahab nodded at the man's words. Keep casualties to only those who fought. Along the floor, two small buzz droids crawled over and began to make noises. Ahab tapped a foot twice, granting them permission to climb up his chassis where they rested on his shoulders much like kawakian monkeys did...

Ahab turned from the trio of droids piloting the Poggle's Revenge towards his dark passenger. The brightly blue painted tactical droid actually didn't have to look downwards to make eye contact with the man, a rare instance when dealing with humans. To some, that alone would be unnerving, but...

GreenHorn and BlueBlood were struggling to find the sniper. Whoever it was, they were moving like their life depended on it. "Its a pity we don't have one of those droidikas..." GreenHorn mentioned as he peered down an alleyway. A startled jawa threw its hands up and dashed away, screaming at...

"I don't understand... benefactors? Stash?" The squib squeaked under Ahab's grip. Ahab shook the Squib slightly and explained. "Thy shop be too rich for such a wee place like this. Though did not realize ye the only one to have geniune fire rubies on her necklace?" The squib's eyes widened...

They were certainly an odd sight for the town. Of course, they were an odd sight wherever they went. A trio of b1 battle droids, each one highly painted over with bright colors, under the watchful command of a large super tactical droid from the clone wars with two buzz droids on his shoulders...

At the ex-politician's shout, Ahab spun around with an agility that his large clunky appearance belied. With peacemaker still in hand, Ahab aimed the weapon at the intruder. While the man didn't appear threatening at the moment, Ahab was a tactical droid, and knew that everyone could be...

"Unless thy aim is at thee, stun is not neccessary" Ahab commented. "Such crew mates are replaceable, unlike thy fleshy body. Still, if thy deems it necessary, then I will not stop thee." Ahab flashed his own weapon before setting it to stun, for the ex-senator's sake. He was working for her...

"Excellent shot" Ahab commented once the beast had left. "Tis a pity my retinue could not be as accurate as thy own arms" The two battle droids sheepishly wilted under Ahab's words, and focused on the generator room. Slowly they spanned out and made sure the room was indeed empty of any other...

Ahab looked surprised, or at least as surprised as a droid could look. His head went back slightly and turned over giving the woman a look that spoke 'interested'. Internally, he was running millions upon millions of calcuations. Would this plan work? Was it possible that this woman would...