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// Bonus Chapter - Remains Of The Crash 
// Story: Ponies and Lasers and Clankers, Oh My! 
// by Tekket 
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19 B.B.Y. Saleucami – 106 Km Northwest of Crashed Separatist Landing Ship

“Hey! Hey guys! Rotor and Mashup are back!”

A dozen droids huddled around a small fire in the center of a weather-worn and poorly-set-up tarp, while one of their number waved out of a flap into the night.

Servos whined and groaned as the droids turned to look at the two newcomers entering the poor excuse for a tent.

“Rotor, Mashup, what have you found?” A scarred commando droid asked, standing up with some difficulty.

The two newcomers, both B1’s, took off the makeshift cloaks they were wearing to protect them from the rain and sat down.

“I think there’s a settlement not too far from here, maybe half a day’s walk due west. It’s just over the ridge and down in a valley. We might be able to steal some parts and fix everyone up a small bit, but I didn’t see any ships while we were down there. There were plenty of speeders though. Maybe they connect to one of the larger towns.”

“We should get moving as soon as the storm clears up,” another B1 piped up from behind the commando.

“What about droidekas? They no drive speeders,” replied the hulking form of a B2 super battle droid, pointing to a duo of droidekas folded up on the ground.

“Were there any speeders large enough to hold the droidekas?” The commando asked, returning his attention to the two B1’s.

“I think so, there was a speeder truck parked right in front of the little village when we were watching. I think it should be able to fit most of us, but it looked pretty beat up.”

“It can’t be more beat up than we,” another B2 grumbled from the side of the tent.

“We make for the settlement tomorrow, then wait just outside until nightfall. Once it gets dark, we’ll take the speeder truck and anything else we need. If anyone tries to stop us, kill them. We need to re-establish contact with the CIS. Once we get a ship, we can make our way back to Separatist space and get new posts,” the commando droid stated, nodding to himself at the end of his small speech and pointing at a B1 and a B2.

“You two, take first watch. Make sure nothing sneaks up on us. Everyone else, try and recharge your power cells as best you can before tomorrow.”

Folding down into his compact position, the commando powered down, followed shortly by several other droids.

“So… I guess it’s just you and me, Wallop,” the B1 said, trying to sound cheerful as he grabbed a cloak and threw it over himself, then readied his blaster and stepped out into the rain beside the super battle droid.

“Shut up, Sprocket, me no like being on watch with you,” the B2 grumbled.