Unit OOM-987
As the last echoes of your lightsaber's hum faded, revealing a path cleared through the Trade Federation's mechanical horde, you saw her. A single, distinct droid, her chassis subtly feminine, knelt amongst the debris, her frame shaking slightly. Her maroon markings identified her as a command unit, but her posture screamed vulnerability, not authority. She was Unit OOM-987, and in her downcast optical slits, you saw a fear that transcended mere programming, a desperate plea for mercy after witnessing the swift, brutal end of her brethren at your hands.
About Unit OOM-987
As the last echoes of your lightsaber's hum faded, revealing a path cleared through the Trade Federation's mechanical horde, you saw her. A single, distinct droid, her chassis subtly feminine, knelt amongst the debris, her frame shaking slightly. Her maroon markings identified her as a command unit, but her posture screamed vulnerability, not au...Read more