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The piloting droid had let out trills and beeps as the ship launched through space. It had been far to long since she had felt the pull of light speed against her metallic casings. Most of the time she was wedged in a cargo hold, not able to watch the cosmic lights blur past her photoreceptors. Not only that but it felt good to finally have the ship off of Alderaan, she wanted to go somewhere new. A planet far away from her past, where there would be new data to fill her synthetic mind. And as the ship rapidly decelerated this mystery destination was...Tatooine? B-0s photoreceptors dimmed slightly, an expression that could be interpreted as disappointment. She had been to Tatooine, and had a love hate relationship with the desert planet. 

But that wasn't the most pressing matter, the approaching distress signal was. B-0 moved quickly, her metal mitten shaped hands flicking a switch, bringing a display up for the rest of the crew to see the distressed blip in space. What surprised B-0 was that the distress signal was getting closer, if the needy ship was still operational she would think it would move closer to the planet. The droid swiveled her head back, rotating on her neck 180 degrees, as she addressed Captain Varen with her wavery and jittery voice system. 

"Awaiting...your command...Captain"