The Kestrel Nova quickly left Agamar's atmosphere followed closely by the two Vulture starfighters, who were waiting for instructions. They had managed to survive the skirmish, but tempers within the cockpit were still high.were exalted.

Icarus: - Can you tell what you were thinking!? - He said something upsetting. - You could have died because of your imprudence! -

Wag Too: - I couldn't just let her go! We need every unit we can recruit! And you know. -

Icarus: - But it's useless if you die! It's just a droid! - He yelled annoyed, making the droideka lower her head.

Wag Too: - Right now we can't afford to spare our forces! -

Icarus left the discussion meaningless. His metal processor was not able to understand the logic of the lurmen and why he defended his point of view so strongly. After all, right now they had to make the most logical decisions, and risking their lives for a piece of metal was not a good idea.

B2: - Commander Wag Too. - He said breaking the awkward silence with his hoarse tone of voice. - Our mission is to guarantee your safety together with Commander Icarus and Commander Tova. It's not wise for you to risk it for us. After all, we're just replaceable droids . -

The armored droid sentenced, causing the rest of the droids present to nod their heads with little emotion at such a reality. But neither was prepared for what the lurmen would respond.

Wag Too: - Not for me. -

That was too weird. None of the droids, not even Icarus, knew for sure what the lurmen meant, but somehow, they felt a faint invigorating spark between their circuits. The fact that an organic cared for them for the first time was... strange. They had been created for battle. They weren't even clones, they were just metal and wires; replaceable machines.

A few silent seconds passed while little Tova watched curiously, trying to understand everything that was happening, but her innocence still did not allow her to understand the topic dealt with in that "lively" discussion. After all, she didn't know the concepts and prejudices of organics or droids, for her, they were all just her friends, her new family.

OOM-9: - Commander. We are at a safe distance from Agamar. - He said, breaking the silence. - What are your orders? -

Icarus: - Stay at sublight speed for now. He said as if nothing had happened. - Wag Too and the rest, come with me to the cargo hold, we must make room for the Vulture units to enter before jumping into hyperspace. -

Droids: - Roger. Roger. -

There wasn't much space available, but they managed to stack all the boxes and supplies in one corner of the cargo hold. They tied them up with guy wires and magnetic connections, and prepared to do a somewhat dangerous maneuver.

Everyone knows what happens when a gate opens into the vacuum of space. Lacking a magnetic field to protect them from the vacuum of space, they had to resort to other extreme measures. They closed the hatch leading to the hold tight, leaving only a commando droid unit with their magnetized boots to open the cargo hold from the inside. The rest watched tensely from the cockpit.

Icarus: - Unit BR-7831, proceed with caution. -

Commando droid: - Roger. Roger. - He said through the ship's communicator.

Tova: - Why not have names? - She said something confused.

OOM-9: - We are droids. Our names are our identification codes. -

The little girl saw some droids around her, she nodded her head, while one of the droidekas seemed to tell her something in binary language. Which of course, she didn't understand. But the friendly destroyer droid sway managed to make the girl smile, while she was lost in thought.

The cockpit panels showed a much more tense situation as a bright red light filled the room. The droid opened the floodgates, while a large amount of air was forced out of the space. The crates rattled, and the void tried to swallow the commando droid, but his boots seemed to work just fine.

Within a few seconds the pressure stabilized, allowing the Vulture droids to slowly enter the cargo hold. Once inside, they managed to position themselves on the metal platform while the commando droid closed the doors again. With the gates closed hermetically, the Kestrel Nova regained its stability, and was ready to jump into hyperspace.

Icarus: - Unit OOM-9. Status report. -

OOM-9: - The pressure inside the cargo hold stabilizes, in a minute we can jump into hyperspace. But we have a problem. -

Icarus: - What happens? -

OOM-9: - We have lost thirty percent of our oxygen capacity. - The droids involuntarily turned to the lurmen and the little girl.

Icarus: - We won't be able to do this often. We must find another solution. -

Wag Too: - We can only look for another ship. - He said nonchalantly.

The droids turned towards the lurmen, including the little girl and Icarus, who had to interrupt what he was processing to hear the opinion well.

Wag Too: - What? Did I say something very crazy? -

Icarus: - No. In fact, it's a very successful idea. -

Wag Too: - Really?... I mean... Of course, but... What do you have in mind? It's not like we can find a place to get a ship. -

Icarus: - Indeed. If there is such a place. -

Wag Too: - Is it serious? -

Icarus: - Yes. Unit OOM-9, head for Tatooine. -

OOM-9: - Understood. -

Wag Too: - Tatooine? Is it a joke? I have never visited it, but that planet does not have a good reputation. -

Icarus: - Exactly. Hutt rule on Tatooine is older than the Republic itself. A place of corruption and a huge black market, and I am 94% sure that not even the Empire will try to get their hands on that place. If we can find something useful, that's the place. Also, the credits we take from pirates are of no use to us. -

OOM-9: - Safe route traced. Estimated arrival time 16 hours. Jumping in three... two... one. -

And after operating a lever, the Kestrel Nova left space to enter the mysterious dimension of the speed of light.

The ride was pretty smooth. Icarus spent his time plugged into the Kestrel Nova from the terminal in the captain's seat. Analyzing data and possible objectives to incorporate more troops into their ranks. He was also looking at a possibility, since he didn't much like the idea of ​​buying or trading for a different ship, so he was looking at other options.

However, in the cargo hold was a big scandal. Ícaro imagined what was happening, but he didn't even want to turn on the cameras so he wouldn't have to see what was happening. Little Tova played happily while riding one of the droidekas as if it were a rodeo in the little space available in the cargo hold. The Vulture droids swayed happily while making cheerful beeps, as if they reran from the scene.

In another corner of the cargo hold was Wag Too, repairing the droideka damaged in its escape from Agamar with whatever spare parts they had. The B2 droid remained silent by her side, looking curiously at little Tova. And without realizing it, he made a slight sound as he lowered his head.

Wag Too: - Is something wrong? - He asked when he realized.

B2: - No. It's nothing. -

Wag Too: - Are you sure? - He said as he finished repairing the droideka.

B2: - I don't know. Everything is strange. But this feels so... strange. I used to spar, then log off until the next spar. I never knew anything like this. -

Wag Too didn't know what to say. In fact, it was very strange for a droid to feel that way, but he didn't know much about the Galaxy and its history either, since his species had always lived apart from the rest until the Separatists colonized his home planet. And then he isolated himself for five years in the ruins of Mygeeto. In a way, he felt very similar to the droid. Something... strange, with everything that was happening around him.

Tova: - I know! - She exclaimed excitedly as she dropped from the top of the droideka. - You incomplete. -

Those present looked at each other, trying to understand what he meant.

Tova: - Old stories from hometown tell. -

Wag Too: - Do you talk about the culture of your town? -

Tova: - Yes. The ancients say every nameless body is empty shell. Therefore, Tova give name. Name give purpose. - The droids were even more confused while Wag Too laughed knowing where the little girl wanted to go. Then the girl withdrew, and returned with a bucket full of choke fruits in her hands.

Several hours passed, when suddenly the OOM-9 unit entered the cargo hold.

OOM-9: - Commander Tova, Commander Wag Too. Commander Icarus ordered them to get ready. We'll get to Tatooine in... - The droid stopped speaking when he saw carefully what had just happened. -

Unit OOM-9 couldn't believe their eyes. To think that that little imp was his superior was somewhat illogical. And if only Wag Too could make her see reason. But hey, the lurmen sometimes used to act as the smaller of the two. Wag Too fulfilled a very important role as a big brother, but for a droid that was stuff he wasn't ready to understand yet.

Tova: - Look. Look. Great isn't it? - He said with eyes full of illusion.

OOM-9: - Yes. Yeah. What you say. Now go to the bridge. Commander Icarus awaits you. -

Tova: - You a killjoy. - She said, frowning frown and inflating the cheeks.

Wag Too: - Don't listen to him, Tova. Apparently the "big OOM-9 is not able to see the sense of humor after going through a field of infernal battle." - He said in a mocking tone.

OOM-9: - I'm a droid. I don't have a sense of humor. -

Wag Too: - No sense of irony, apparently. -

Tova: - That's it! - She said , surprising everyone. - "Doom." That will your name.

Wag Too: -Doom? I thought of something more like... "stank."

OOM-9: - Hey - He grumbled while the rest of the droid made fun of him.

Tova: - No. Doom good name. -

Wag Too: - Very well. If you say so. - He said while looking at Doom with pride.

Tova: - Decided. Doom will be. -

The OOM-9 unit, now known as Doom, spent a few seconds trying to process the information without saying a word. It seemed strange to him, but having a name made him feel special. But little could enjoy the moment when:

Icarus: - Unit OOM-9. Can you tell me why do you take so long? - He said as he entered the cargo hold.

Tova: - No OOM-9. He Doom now. -

Icarus: - What? - He tried to ask, but seeing that the rest of the droid also had those red paint marks too, he couldn't help but lower his head.

Tova: - Do not call them more unity. They are "Titan" - Referring to unit B2. - "Doom" - Pointing to unit OOM-9. - "Alpha" and "Delta" - Pointing to the commando droids. - "Typhoon" and "Spear" - Pointing at the Vulture droids. - And "Fifi" and "Paladin". - Finally pointing to the Droidekas.

Icarus could not do more than take his hands to his face, trying to compute everything that was happening. He never thought that taking a girl would be so problematic, and he was even rethinking leaving her in a safer place. Option that, of course, would be as a last resort.

Doom: - I'm sorry, Commander. This is beyond my capabilities. - He said something embarrassing.

Icarus: - Calm down. This is also beyond my capabilities. - He said something defeated. - Wait! Fifi!? - He said, reacting suddenly.

Icarus raised his head, watching as one of the droidekas, the one with the left panel painted red, bobbed from place to place as if dancing with joy.

Wag Too: - And you don't want to know the names he really wanted. But she insisted "a lot" on that name. - He said with a mocking smile on his face.

Icarus: - Are you sure? - He asked the droideka.

The destroyer droid made a slight wiggle again while giving a few sharp beeps. Apparently, the "peculiar" name didn't bother him. Instead, he seemed to like her a lot.

Icarus: - You know what? Do what you want. - He said defeated, turning around. - Just... come to the command post. We have to plan our foray to Tatooine.

I know. I know. A somewhat bland chapter. But I can't jump from battle to battle. I must "try" to create a competent plot. But all reach. Time to time. I don't know if you like this "type of humor", but I hope it is at least pleasant to read.