I'm a droid student

I'm a droid-student. One of endless, expendable members of the student body manufactured for learning among a High-School environment. I am not a reconnaissance-droid, designed to gain maximum information on rival schools, nor a commando-droid built with all of the extra accessories necessary for executing missions alone. Neither am I a Droideka; powerful, swift, and strong. I am not even a stealth-droid to whom blending in comes so easily. I am a Droid-Student. This is my story.

Roger, roger.



I joined the school well after the Riot. After Order 66%. I saw none of it. What I did jump into was the endless, grueling brushfire conflicts that haunted the edges of my school. The air of paranoia and fear was thick among the students and I, a simple country-droid, had no idea what I was getting myself into.

My first encounter with a rival school was with the last remnants of Republic High. Oh, they were so proud. They were beautiful in their resplendent uniforms all tattered and worn and beaten and dusty. They still had pride, then. They held their bokken in firm but flowing grips and moved like dancers. They sent many of us crying to the nurse-droid that day but not me! I held my nerf-blaster steady and gave them everything I had...

It ended in a rout for us. Coach pulled us out before we could be overrun. My shame burnt me that day. I still bear the carbon-scars from it. But still...

Roger, roger.



My second meeting with Republic High went much differently.

These students were little like their counterparts from earlier. They were craven, jumpy, and fought with none of the pride I'd come to associate them with in my first encounter. Still, you could see echoes of their faith in the old ways. They still held their bokken firmly. One of them even sang while he fought.

And then I saw Grievous-sempai.

She was an angel of horror. Everywhere she went, Republic High students fell, needing trips to their overworked nurse-clone. This was after the Unification, but before the Rebellion truly got underway, you see. Very early in the Interregnum, as I've come to call it.

Not many of my graduating class still survive, it seems...

I'm getting maudlin, sorry. Grievous-sempai was everywhere. You could see her bokken flash and five Republicans would fall. She would be behind you one moment and then send the rival-schooler that almost had you in her sights to the nurse-clone with a well-placed thrust the next. I think I loved her then.

But...

Roger, roger.



In the end we were victorious. Republic High was finally crushed and the last of their forces sent scrabbling for safety in the far schools. Principal Yoda went to some backwater elementary school, I hear. Some of the more prominent went to Tatooine Vocational College. Rumors, of course. Most of them were destroyed.

Still...

I feel as if a great light was snuffed that day. Grievous-sempai was beautiful and yet terrible, and Anon-kun was beside her, egging her on. From that day forward I never encountered an honorable foe, nor anyone that could compare to the pitched battles we faced at the beginning of the semester that marked the Interregnum.

Sometimes, I wonder what would have happened if Grievous-sempai had never met Anon-kun and lost Dooku-sama. Ah nostalgia...

Roger, roger.



I've been wanting to end my service to The First Galactic High School for some time. I've fought against countless rival schools and crushed them all. Oh I was never a leading figure or even a second-in-command. I was a student-droid and I knew my place; on the front line, destroying the enemies of the school.

So many enemies... Kashyy'k Technical (I'm probably mis-spelling it but who can tell.), the last of the Geo Nosi delinquents. Even Bothan High. A school who had never threatened us.

I feel ugly inside. I want to end it all, sometimes, but I'm just a student-droid. Just a cowardly little student-droid...

My place is being usurped among the student-body. Trooper-students instead of Droids. I'm getting fewer places in the classes and fewer offers of electives.

I don't think I'm going to make it to graduation.

Roger,roger.



Oh! Wonderful news, everyone! Tomorrow I'm going to face Alderaan High School. They're a peaceful school, so I've been told, but I know better. Especially after that ruse with Dantooine Middle School. Thought they could lure us away with the prospect of beating up on underclassmen? HAH!

They're even supposed to demonstrate something new there; a weapon that will end this shifting quagmire of conflict that the Interregnum (my term, not the student council's, since now is the time between something great and something better, I hope.) has brought and cow all the rival schools!

Oh how I long for that day.

Gotta go everyone, Alderaan High School awaits me!

Roger, roger. Signing off.