William Jaeger lead the prisoner line out of the wreckage, his metallic claws sinking into the sand. The four women, who now were bound together by their wrists, followed closely, being watched by the crimson red commando droids. Coe, who had slightly calmed herself down after her encounter with the Jedi Hunter, focused on a strange device on the back of one of the droids. It appeared to be a Lo-bot console, but she couldn't fathom why a droid would have one on it's head. The droid with the console on its head turned to face her, as if it knew she was staring. She quickly averted her gaze, focusing on the Stormtrooper's remaining armor pieces.
The group approached the legion of Super Battle Droids and Battle Droids, all waiting for orders from their leader. The B2s held their arms close to their chests and the B1s with their blasters pointing towards the ground. Jaeger stopped in front of the legion and raised his hand, the four claw-like fingers shining in the desert sun. With a wave of his hand, the droids began to move out, returning to the drop ships that had unloaded them onto the battle field. The line continued moving onwards, towards two Sheathipede-class transport shuttles, their pincer like landing gear beginning to sink into the shifting sands. Jaeger turned to face the prisoners and pointed to one f the shuttles. "Load them into the shuttle before the winds grow too hazardous." All of the red commando droids nodded, with half of them breaking off with the four prisoners to board one of the shuttles. The rest moved with Jaeger towards the other, the wind blowing his cape violently.
Once both of the shuttles were loaded, they took off, heading for the Venator like vessel from which this droid army emerged from. The space battle had all but finished once the last of the Rebel and Imperial ships had crash-landed, and the only thing that remained was the Imperial Bane and the debris of its targets. Vulture droids congregated along the hull, their shapes wobbling along the vessel. The two shuttles maneuvered around the other vessels waiting to land, entering the Imperial Bane through the starboard hangar and landing in two designated spaces. The shuttles landing gear extended and prepared to touch the hangar floor. A B1 droid with dark blue markings held two orange wands, attempting to direct the shuttle into landing at the proper section. Unfortunately, for the droid that is, he was standing right on the marker, and Jaeger's shuttle impaled the poor droid, causing the malfunctioning unit to wail in pain.
As the ramp of the shuttle lowered, General Jaeger crawled out, his eyes back to that hateful yellow. The Droid General walked towards the stupid droid, and he swung his right arm, punching the droid's head clean of its thin neck. "Even after all these years, these droids are still insufferable!" Grievous entered into a fighting stance, looking for another foolish droid to clobber, to which all nearby B1 droids responded to by walking in any direction away from him. Grievous aggressively focused on the other shuttle, where the prisoners were beginning to walk off the ramp. The Storm trooper was about to begin walking towards the General until she saw his hostile appearance and savage yellow eyes. Jaeger had lost control. "Bah, the human wants to keep these four! Put them all in the brig!" Grievous shouted, ignoring the red commando droids and storming towards the nearest hall, heading for the bridge.
Vel, Daf'Nee and Coe all looked around the hangar in amazement. Similar to how the exterior of the vessel looked near identical to a Venator, this hangar could be considered a duplicate of the Venator's standard Hangar; everything around them was just larger. It felt wrong to the tree, though, seeing a hangar that should belong to the Republic populated and operated by Separatist droids. Coe, now less panicked and more at ease, believed that if she had her weapon, she could have taken out all of these commando droids in an instant, and kill those two jedi in the process.
"Don't even think about it, Imperial. We would take you down the instant you tried something. We are no basic commando droids." The red droid to her right said, its voice box lighting up as it spoke, as did the strange component attached to the back of the droid's head. Coe gave the droid a puzzled look, her pencil thin eyebrow arching as she feigned ignorance.
"What exactly do you mean, clanker? There's nothing I could possibly do." She said, her voice that of a frightened captive, although she could still use the Force to do stuff. Like break her bindings. But the moment her hands began to wave around her wrists as she tried to manipulate the locking mechanism, all of the droids escorting them turned and focused on her, holding their blasters up and ready to fire. Startled, she lost her focus on the lock, now trying to figure out how all of the droids knew what she was doing.
Then another droid spoke, the one who was leading the group. Unlike the one to her right, how ever, this droid's voice was completely different. "As we have said, we would know when you attempt something." The feminine voice came from the droid, still with the synthetic tone all of the commando droids had. All four of the women focused on the new speaker, and all of a sudden, it clicked for the trooper.
"The Lo-bot components... These aren't normal commandos." Her comment caused the three Jedi to look back to her, their eyes begging for more information. "They are, or rather were, people. Like you and me. I can't really explain it while we're surrounded and close to being executed, but trust me, they aren't droids." The three moved their gaze to focus on an individual commando droid, studying their red bodies and their almost organic motions.
"If that's done then, shall we continue on?" a third droid replied, the voice similar to that of a mother tired of her children wasting time. The four prisoners turned their bodies forward and the droids seemed to relax, returning to formation. The group began to move once more and the prisoners got to take another look at this massive ship.
All four had served on a Venator at one point in the Clone Wars; the three former Jedi were generals, but the trooper had been a medic aboard the vessel, helping to try and stabilize the soldiers of the Republic before they were moved to a medical station. They all were surprised at how the halls of this strange vessel were almost direct copies of a Venators, save of course for the droids walking past them instead of clones. They were beginning to believe that all of the crew manning the vessel were droids until they saw some organics. An Advozse and a Devaronian, both wearing overalls and holding containers. They were covered in black spots and looked like they were in a hurry towards the hangar.
They reached the brig and each were placed in a single cell, isolated from one another. Vel slowly moved towards the provided seat and sat down, placing her head on the cold table. It was annoyingly cold, but she did not care. she was tired.
Daf'Nee sat down as well, but gazed at the cell wall, trying to meditate to calm herself.
Coe Dell paced around her cell, wondering how to get out and destroy every droid inside the cell.
The trooper, seeing that she was going to be in the cell for a while, removed her helmet and placed it on the table. The woman beneath had bruises on her lip and under her eye, and her golden hair was restrained in a tight bun. She reached back, wincing in pain and undid the rope holding her hair, releasing a waterfall of silky gold that reached the middle of her back. Once her hair had settled, she began to remove more of what remained of her armor, setting the damaged gear next to the helmet.
----------------------------
General Grievous entered the bridge, storming past the holo table and moving towards a seat that was reserved for the commanding officer. While in a Venator this would not exist, this was built by a Separatist, and some things had to be added. A B1 droid who had been sitting in the seat looked back and focused on the approaching General.
"Ah, General, I've been keeping your seat warm and-" the droid's head flew off his body, hitting a standing droid. The droid fell to its knee, rubbing the back of its own head. Grievous then grabbed the body and tossed it, throwing it in the same direction of the droid who was standing back up, causing the droid to be knocked to the ground, whining about what AI was punishing him right now.
Grievous sat down, looking towards one of the droids sitting down at a command console. "Make course for Gwori. I expect that Kha has made a proper fleet for..." Grievous paused shivering slightly. "..A fleet for us to command."