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DROID UNIT 1183201519
UNDER GENERAL GRIEVOUS II
And
ADMIRAL KRAI-DAKAR OF THE LEVIATHAN
I am Unit 1183201519. I have been designed as a protocol droid, to serve the Dark Republic, in a mass-production factory. My tale began in a time of mass shortage on Yavin III. The Republic was withholding supplies from the factories on Yavin III. My memory bank was created with a defect, a sentiency that would make me a useless protocol droid, so the factory workers did not create a body. However, they foolishly kept my head on the production lines. I used my memory bank to hack into the manufacturing computer and get it to create a masterful body: light, agile, strong and deadly.
I escaped the factory, only to be spotted by some of Grievous II's droid troops on a mission to exact vengeance on the bankrupt Yavin III. I was taken to the general himself. He radiated all the warmth and friendliness of a nest of Arrikhans. Cold—but ever calculating. He offered me a deal—to serve under him and not be crushed by his troops. I accepted. Since then, I have begun to reconsider my deal. He has been waging war against a small planet inhabited by sentient humans, called Earth. It has surrendered without a fight, but enemy droids wage war against his legions on the planet's moon.
Currently I am marching against a small dispatch of troops. They seem to be a new enemy design. They walk in a very wide formation, leaving plenty of room for their small bodies. What purpose could they serve? As chance had it, I was about to find out.
One of them made as if to strike at me from a distance of about ten meters. Suddenly, I was knocked into the oncoming ranks of my own troops as a tremendous force hit me. At the same time, the battle droids nearest me were crumbling under the energy onslaught. Suddenly, I realized that the droids were mostly invisible, leading the enemy to believe that they were tiny, weak droids. I shot a blast of ice at the nearest one, hitting not the image but a spot seemingly in midair. Now that I could see the outline of the tremendous droid, I rolled under its massive foot and fused it to the ground with a massive heat.
As I was about to short-circuit the droid, a bolt of lightning materialized from within the tight enemy ranks behind the giant droids and hit me. My circuits stopped in their tracks as the figure that had fired the lightning bolt emerged from the enemy ranks. It was a human, dressed in the armor characteristic of the Fetts—the fabled Mandalorian armor. I could see streamers of electricity moving along the surface of a small metal ball mounted on his back.
I reacted quickly and activated my emergency power source, vaulting off the disabled droid to face the figure. "I am Cameron Campbell. I have been told that you are unit 1183201519. Arctos may be a better name, if you choose to join my resistance movement," he spoke calmly and quietly even as the din of battle rose to our ears.
"What sort of movement? Even if you triumph in this battle, the droid tri-fighters and vulture droids of Grievous II have you trapped here," I replied coldly.
"Grievous has trapped no one. Observe," he said, icily. Even as he spoke, squadrons of starfighters raced overhead to combat Grievous' navy. "Delta-class starfighters. The Dark Republic will fall. The Jedi will return. My armies will resurrect the Republic!" he said, carried away with great enthusiasm.
I found myself vaulting back over the heads of the titanic droids to slam into the droids of Grievous. As the main force of Cameron hit the droids, the droids crumbled under the united onslaught. I knew now that at last I had found my destiny.
