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[color=#ff8c69]MZ-33, Protocol Droid[/color]
[color=6ecff6][i]29 pts (Light-Side)[/i][/color]
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[color=6ecff6]"I am MZ-33. I work for the Jedi. I was working for General Mozh."[/color] That wasn't entirely true. The truth would have been to say they work for the Republic. That was their true mistress. But now was not the time to get into semantics. 

[color=6ecff6]"Follow me."[/color] Emzie led the way further into the facility. Could they leave with the Commander? They didn't tire as humans did. They could carry him forever. Emzie had no moral compunctions about leaving the clone. Emzie's morals didn't work like that. Besides, he had ordered them. That was enough not to argue the matter. 

Emzie walked for a ways, following the path their map gave them. Until they found the central control room. There were droids here, but none of them were battle droids; they barely even noticed their presence. 

[color=6ecff6]"I assume the battle droids have already all been taken out of commission."[/color] They turned to the Commander. [color=6ecff6]"The desk there is where we can start the sequence for self-destruct."[/color] Emzie said and pulled up a screen on their holo-projector for the Commander to see. It had two code series. The first was to get the system ready. The second was to start the countdown.