A Night to Remember

[GhostOfProtocol]

Raxus Prime​

850ABY​

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Raxus Prime is where droids and metal went to die. It was the easiest way to collect old ships and droids, pick them up off the surface of the dead planet. The FIV Revolution sat in the atmosphere of the planet, the First Order had arrived for that reason. Admiral Jayden Sanders wanted older things. He wanted an older model droid to take point on his squadron, Wolfpack squadron.

The shuttle touched down the surface, stormtroopers running out, guns raised. They sweeped the area, stepping back as the Admiral of the FIV Revolution stepped from the shuttle. Jayden Sanders looked around slowly, taking a glance at the scrap heaps. He allowed the troops to lead him, he would stop them if he saw something perfect, something he wanted.

[member="WD-334"]

 

[WD-334]

[member="Jayden Sanders"]

WD-334 had returned to Raxus Prime, looking for pieces of metal to use to repair and upgrade it's own armor. It's legs and loader-arm were rusting, falling apart. It's cannons jammed time to time. The Battle on Endor some time ago had damaged it's armor, and that damage was slowly taking it's toll upon the war droid. If it took another hit in any battle, it would fall apart. The junk metal on Raxus was growing less and less in value to the droid, and soon it would no longer work in repairs. Plus, Raxus was growing more dangerous. Wrecked droids, gone haywire and fighting over parts. Blasting and tearing with metal claws and malfunctioning weapons.

The droid saw the ship in the atmosphere, and recognized it as First Order technology. It heightened the sense of curiosity in the droid as to why they had approached the planet. A shuttle landed nearby. Using it's legs, it drove itself to move toward the landing shuttle to find out the reasoning for the shuttle landing.