The old star fighter had been floating for ages, unaware to the galactic politics that surrounded it, lost to it all. Yet, one droid rationed power, hoping that one day someone would have found him within that metal tomb which confined him. Luckily, it seemed that day had finally come as he detected someone attempting to hail the ship, he would smile if he had the capability to. The droid had kept the communications of the ship online for just such an occasion and he began to do what he could to speak with those who attempted to contact him. His hand stopped for a moment, his mind calculating the chances of this being a republic trap and a second later he pressed opened communications.

“This is, unit TB-239,” he began with a deeply monotone voice, “CIS T-series command droid, I request that you aid me in getting to the nearest space station.” It had been years since he had last spoken to anything other than the ship drive, and that was not even talking as much as it was simply coxing the ship in what appeared to be a hibernation. While there was not a lot of power inside of it, there was enough for the engines to get to a nearby space station since no other auxiliary power was needed. 

“According to estimated times, I have been adrift for over twenty years,” the droid droned on as the engines hummed to life slowly. It was like an old man attempting to get out of bed, drifting in and out of sleep before ultimately the being awoke. He was putting a lot of trust into these organics to not destroy the ship, but it was his only shot of getting out of the cramped starfighter. The droid’s eyes peeked outside of the cockpit, seeing fighters similar to those that the wretched clones had used, yet not exact. Yet, the sight still unsettled the droid. 

He would reroute some power to weapons if he could afford to, but sadly, he just did not have the power to do so. Hopefully these were just some pirates who wished nothing more than to scavenge his ship and the probability was still there, but he sighted no other insignia other than unfamiliar ones which only added to the probability. TB had a bad feeling about all of this and he could not even properly feel emotion, only calculations and results. 

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