Why Does Anyone Even Still Use These Stupid, Stupid, Battledroids?!?!

[Herr Vanderhing]

Viceroy Herr Vanderhing of the Trade Federation and Neimoidian Worlds. A greedy, selfish, cruel, malicious, and manipulative man.......... And with his army of droids, he could do as he pleased whenever he pleased (for the most part). With such power as that, it wouldn't come as much of a surprise that others wanted such power for themselves. So they could exert there authority over others. One such individual, a Sith Acolyte by the name of [member="Dravis Rosilla"]. Though the Viceroy hadn't known he was a Sith, it likely would've been a deal breaker, he despised the Sith..... It was somewhat of a well known fact across the galaxy. Humorously, despite his scorn for the creatures if force sensitive, the Viceroy himself would be seething in the dark side. He was (very)quick to anger, lusted for power, fueled with hate and contempt for many, all in all just not a very good person. It was quite ironic his hate of the Sith. Again, he hadn't known this new client was one. They hadn't spoken much, only a representative from the Trade Federation had spoken with the fellow and even then very little was exchanged. So the Viceroy sat on a Mechno-Throne in one of his casinos on Cato Neimoidia's capital Koto-Si. Just sitting lazily awaiting for his client to arrive. Battledroids, Neimoidian guards, and thugs lined all across the building and many in the streets.

[member="Dravis Rosilla"]

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

A Sheathipede-Class shuttle zoomed into the skies of Cato Neimoidia, a speck of black and red in the clouds. Dravis sat in a meditation seat in the center of the troop area, eyes endlessly open, in a state of rest. Bith had evolved past the need for sleep long ago, replaced by only the need for a few hours in a light trance. Dravis spent this time in hyperspace, with only his own mind, and his surroundings, as his company.

"Sir, we are approaching Koto-Si." The harsh, yet slightly humorous voice of a battle droid went over the comms, and Dravis cringed, rousing from his pseudo-slumber. He had grown accustomed to the clicks and whistles of Geonosians, and although he had used droids for nearly as long, their unnatural voices still rubbed him the wrong way.

As an added bonus, they were dumber than a bag of bricks.

But that was the beauty, no, the sheer excellence of battle droids. Their numbers and stupidity made them an extremely loyal wall of blasters to throw at the enemy, while a more precise and intelligent plan could be implemented.

The shuttle touched down, it's appendages clacking on the ground. Dravis rose from his meditating position, checking to make sure his robes were all in place. This meeting was not as high-stress as his usual meetings, but Dravis wouldn't let his guard drop. This was important, perhaps even more than his other meetings.

"Send a message to the Viceroy. I want an escort to his place of residence. I'd rather not walk through Cato Neimoidia without one."

"Of course, sir." The battle droid, painted blue to denote his station as a pilot.

Today would be the dawn of a new age.

- [member="Herr Vanderhing"] -