Roger
I fought on Naboo during the trade blockade before you pathetic sacks of flesh were even born. We lost the battle, but I managed to survive – only being shut down when our control core was destroyed in the orbit of the planet.
After the war I was decommissioned and forgotten about, locked away in some warehouse gathering dust until those idiotic Neimodians needed use of me again.
I only know this from what I’ve been told. I was stolen from the federation, probably by a bunch of desperate smugglers looking for anything of value. My memory was purged (poorly), and I was put to work on the outer rim. I was refitted as a medic; my left hand being
replaced with medical and mechanical tools. I still have flashbacks from some remnants of programming and memory that the purge failed to delete.
I made my way by taking contracts from trade and exploration agencies to support their scouting teams. Always having to patch them up. Losers. If we had all been droids the jobs would have been much simpler.
The outer rim and the surrounding territories don’t impress me. The empire could really make something of this place if they would get off their bureaucratic arses and send some real resources out here.
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