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"Komotosis."

"The planet of the dead."

Twelve B1-SA Droids float quietly in the vacuum of space, slowly drifting towards a large communication relay. In the Far distance, a rocky desert planet. "You hear the rumors?"

"Roger Roger."

"Cut chatter please." The Squad leader orders, as they drift closer.

The droids quietly set down on the relay, pads on their feet meaning they land without sound as they magnetize to the hull, and black cloaks and paint to make them almost invisible to spot. The Commander waves and points, and the droids begin their work. The station was supposed to be unmanned and automated, but no sense in risking it. At this range, any comms might accidentally be picked up.

Unit B1-SA 8187 Kypton takes a moment to view the planet in the distance before holding up a hand, tapping the side of his head twice before pointing at the planet,

Immediately the other units halt what they are doing and stow their gear, one placing an explosives charge and setting the timer for forty eight hours. All units aim their maneuver packs and fire thrusters for five seconds before cutting them off and drifting silently in space.

As they move away from the station the danger Kypton spotted becomes apparent, a pair TIEs in formation approaching the station, still at a distance, seemingly a random patrol, yet too close for comfort. The Droids drift for around fifteen minutes before landing carefully on the RRRN Siorcanna Nimbus Corvette, the moment they enter and the hatch closes, the vessel turns and vanishes into deep space. The mission was only half a success, but their orders were clear, no risks were to be taken, and a destroyed relay was still better than nothing.