Ah... Alderaan - what terrible place! B-0 has found herself disliking the beautiful planet more and more as time passes. Unloaded here against her, quickly growing, will like cargo to be handed off to a new master. Given B-0s track record with Masters, she didn't expect to stay on Alderaan very long. She anticipated staying in Alderaan for a few months, maybe even a year, before her newest Master grew tired of her inability to follow orders mindlessly. What B-0 did not anticipate was spending her time in Alderaan squatting in the woods like a criminal. Oh well, plans change. 

At first B-0 had tried to find a way off the planet, but most cargo or even passenger ships shooed away the strange Droid. And sneaking on ran the risk of being found. And having her memory wiped. That was simply not at option. But the little Droid always had a backup plan, and that plan was the forest. And B-0 did not emerge from the woods until the fateful day she stumbled upon some people in the woods, also squatting like criminals. They spoke in whispers, looking over their shoulders to make sure their conversation was not overheard. They spoke of a man named Varen Kray. And that this man was gathering a crew for his ship, The Phoenix. 

That was all B-0 needed to know. That was her ticket off Alderaan. Her Freedom. Her Force. 

B-0 strolled up to the meeting point with all the confidence of a Droid who didn't realize how strange she looked could have. Her outer, metallic, casing is thick with dirt and foliage and is contrasted with spots of orange rust. Regardless of her appearance she was able to prove herself to this strange Varen Kray. As her programmed strength was in her ability to pilot, not upkeeping her appearance. Varen Kray agreed to let her join this crew, after a strange question and answer session that left the both of them more confused, but not as the pilot. Instead she would be assisting someone else who already had the job. B-0 didn't mind this, it just meant less weight on her metallic shoulders. 

Varen Kray told her it would take several days to assemble the rest of the crew, and that she would be free to roam about the city as long as she made it back before the ship departed. B-0 interpreted this command, with the last remaining remnants of her obedience protocol, to simply park herself outside the ship itself. She had no reason to spend any more time in Aldaraan, it would have just caused more trouble for the little droid. Instead she would wait for the others to arrive. Several days passed, and B-0 watched as numerous creatures of all shapes and sizes arrived for their own interviewing processes. Some people left looking pleased, others not so pleased. B-0 payed them little mind, not taking the time to really remember any of their faces. She had more important things to think about. 

The Force. 

Eventually the day came for the rest of the selected crew to come together, and B-0 had not moved from her spot outside the ship. She did take some time to try and pull off some of the stray leaves and clumps of mud from her time in the forest, but it was still clear how junky she looked. She matched the junky ship pretty well, maybe this job was meant for her. The crew assembled was full of creatures foreign to B-0, and some not so foreign. 

The first to approach was a large creature, large enough that B-0 assumed that it would just walk right past her. So B-0 was surprised when the creature instead greeted the droid, speaking what must have been the creatures native tongue. Growls and grunts drifted through the air, but within B-0s internal translator, programmed into her, a pleasant greeting was heard. The little droid looked up at the hairy woman, dim photoreceptors looking over the creature for any stored date. Nothing. How Strange. The droid was so busy searching internal data banks for information she neglected in greeting the woman back. 

The rest of the crew did not greet B-0, which she did not find surprising. Most creatures pay little attention to the Droid. Maybe they assume she can not hear them, or that she did not have the ability to respond. Regardless the rest of the crew was less strange to the Droid. 

After the large, hairy, woman another large creature arrived. Just replace hairy with scaly and woman with man. B-0 immediately recognized the creature as a Trandoshan, a race B-0  had interacted with quite often as she was smuggled from one end of the galaxy to the other. She stayed, staring, at the reptilian man as he looked over the ship they were all about to board. Something about him felt familiar to the droid, but searching her memory and data banks yielded no answers. She felt as if she had seen him before, but perhaps it was her faulty wiring acting up. Or maybe all Trandoshans looked the same, B-0 had no idea. And yet she did not feel unease, little bothered the droid. 

The next to arrive was a young woman with bright blue skin, a race B-0s internal data identified as a Twi'lek. Yes, B-0 had met a Twi'lek before, perhaps on Tattooine. She was certain this woman was not the same Twi'lek as before. The one on Tattooine was much older, gruffer. Also probably male. After her arrived another race B-0 recognized from her time on Tattooine, a Dug. Something about him set off B-0s internal alarms. Maybe it was the smug way he walked, or the way he looked over the small group with general disinterest. She would keep an eye out. The last thing B-0 needed was to exit a shut down to find she is missing an arm. 

With the crew assembled outside the ship Varen began to address them all. B-0 quickly found herself getting bored with the mans gruff ramblings. She found herself tuning out of the conversation, not worried as her data banks would store anything important he said, as her mind began to wander. Was getting aboard this ship truly wise? What if she had missed over the Force back in the forest? Or worse. What if she became trapped on this ship, the constant threat of memory wipes keeping her compliant? 

The last thing she wanted as to be treated like an accessory. She was real.