A batalion of droids, 3 B1s and two super battle droids, were sent on a spy mission from General Grievous and Count Dooku as a plan to spy on the republic undercover. This story will focus on one average B1 mostly known by his numbers, 7851. He was a droid usually not respected by most of his superiors.

He was also almost always nervous about going into battle against all those ruthless Clones, and the other droids regularly tease him for it, calling him a coward, even daring him to go on this spy mission.

A rival of his a B1 known as B1362, usually provoked him often, and dared him to do things on missions 785 didn't want to do.

The only friend he ever had was Count Dooku. They always enjoyed private chats whenever the teasing became to much and he needed to be with someone that respected him for who he was.

Right now, he wondered why he volunteered because of the teasing in the first place. He wished he was back home right now. "785!" Snapped a super battle droid, snapping him out of his thoughts. "Y-yes?" He asked nervously. "Scout ahead. We're near the Jedi temple and we need someone as disposable as you to find a safe way for us." He growled.

"R-roger roger." 785 trembled as he moved to the front, keeping his eyes out for Clones or Jedi.

"Coward!" Sneered his rival, B1362 as he continued on. 785 glared his optics at him. "Just let me do my job! It's not like we have to worry about getting caught or shutting down. Leave me alone!"

That's when it happened; an overwhelming feeling came over him. He felt like voices were playing in his head.

"No, No! You will die!"

"He is the traitor!

"I have the power to save the one you love! You must choose!"

These words swirled around his circuits. He shook his head, trying to clear it. "Snap out of it, 785! You have a duty!" Yelled his commander. He staggered a bit as it continued,

"He must stand trial!"

"I'm too weak! Don't kill me!"

"I need him!"

Pain filled screaming echoed in his memory banks as his world swam around him. One of those voices sounded like General Skywalker as well.

"Unlimited POWER!"

The grating evil voice was the last thing he heard and then his vision came back into focus. He shook his head, wondering what happened.

"Did you have a short circu-?" His commander tried to ask before to the B1's shock, he simply fell, going offline. The rest of the droids also collapsed, except for 785. He simply stared at his fallen comrades in disbelief. What had happened?

An idea hit him. If he called Grievous, maybe he can explain what happened. He tried his communicator.

"General, it is B1785. My whole squadron just suddenly shut down and we need support. Please send backup. Please!"

No answer. Only static. For you should know that two weeks after they were sent on their mission, Obi-Wan had found Grievous and destroyed him.

Dread and confusion filled the lone droid. Why won't his leader answer? The droid then tried the other droid commanders and Sepratist leaders. Nothing. Then he thought of another superior that gave him above all other droids a benefit of a doubt: Count Dooku.

"Dooku," he called, a bit scared if he didn't answer. "Please help. All of my droid squadron was just shut down. I can't call Grievous or any of the other Sepratists. I'm trapped in enemy territory. You're my only hope!" He waited. Still nothing.

His legs trembled. He was all alone. No support was coming. He was too scared to call the supreme leader, Darth Sidious.

What am I going to do? He thought, his anxiety building as he spotted a place near the Jedi Temple he could hide in. The B1 ran over and crouched down, wondering what his fate will be.

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He didn't know how long he sat there. It was now becoming late evening before he heard the voices of clones shouting orders to each other and for some strange reason, screams and yells of anger were coming from the Jedi Temple. He didn't want to move, though. If any of the Jedi or Clones saw him, he would be sent to the scrap heap for sure!

Then something hit him. He had to get out of here. It now didn't matter if there were Clones or Jedi. He had to escape this madness and find out what was going on. Slowly he began to try to sneak away.

But at that moment he heard a gun cock behind him and the lone droid froze, his old fear taking him over again.

"What's your business sneaking around here, Clanker?"