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He has been here a while.
In his lonesome, he kept busy.
He got visited on rare occasions, and was promptly left alone once his immediate duty was done.
He didn’t mind. Organics were difficult to deal with, and he was required to keep his Master’s belongings in top working condition, in preparation for any eventuality.
He was a terrifying and mostly unfriendly looking nurse droid. The appointing of him to his Master had been considered an insult, by either his Master or his creator he didn’t know and didn’t care.
He was certain though, that his creator had made a mistake. A misstep that he was glad to exploit.
His main protocol was to repair and nurse his Master back to health. His methods were uncompassionate and direct, but he had not been set limits.
So, in his boredom, he had set out to fulfill his directive as best he could.
When his Master would come to visit, usually to get repaired, he had a code ready for his accompanying droids. He knew better than to trust his Master’s masters. So, being alone in the galaxy, he set the droids to be as trustworthy as he could make them. They would pass any and all of the hive mind’s orders through and question if the order would be in favor of his Master. If not, they were to disregard the order and stay close to Master.
This was certainly out of his creator’s protocol, and he would be dismantled if his creator knew. That’s why nobody would know.
His Master would definitely do the same. In his own roundabout way, he already had.
The new hideout was much like the last one, bar a pet to take care of, thank the stars.
The guards didn’t make rounds near his workspace, they largely kept to the entrances to the hideout.
He and his Master had agreed on a visit protocol, to prevent previous mistakes. He would be contacted on an encrypted channel, to have his tools ready and for the guards to be notified.
Today was different.
Today he received no such message. But still a ship had landed.
The guards were quick to start dealing with the intruders, but they weren’t putting up a fight.
He noticed this while in the control room. He, hesitantly, called off the guards, but was ready to re-engage them if anything happened.
The intruders were droids. He knew these particular droids.
He let them in. More came by.
They walked slowly, clunky. They were damaged. A few behind them carried a bundle together. He feared the worst.
Once they were on the inside of the lair, they revealed the inside of the bundle to be mechanical parts. These parts he knew by heart.
They were horribly scorched from the inside, the chassis bent out, appendages were missing.
He imitated a heavy sigh.
Leading the droids and their package to his workspace, he got to work.