The 'Counterpart'

4 BBY, Dromia Minor

The Menacor was a fast ship, it had the speed of light and the sound of a hummingbird. It's neon lights that lined the ship horizontally, zipped through the wormhole in a trans. The vessel was of the riches born out of the mother of gold and durite.

As the two members sat in the lounge cabin overlooking the large window. The space was hued a blue colour that made Beethree intoxicated, she became tranced while staring at the spinning wormhole. She looked at Jon who sat twirling about his crystal.

While she got close to Jon she began to malfunction.

"Activating Intercourse initiative" she got close.

"What are you doing Beethree?" Jon backed up. "Are you alright?"

When she began shaking off her malfunction, she caught the truth of the situation. "Oh my, I'm sorry," The moment was stale, almost awkward.

"We're you about to do something?" Jon smiled curiously.

"Let's not speak on that..." Beethree became quiet instantly then directed himself towards the door to leave.

"No don't leave...tell me about it? What's happened?" he dragged her back in and the droid hesitated on her answer.

"I don't know why but I'm experiencing sentient moods," she said apathetically. "I can't let go of this behaviour?"

"You can tell me," Jon sat down. "I've got a couple of batteries if you'd like!" he smiled as Beethree sat back down in a sigh. "You can trust me, Beethree. Always!"

"Well, you previous master Padraw was my owner," he started. "He didn't get me to do security, he got me only to do pleasurable things," Jon sat comfortably while he listened to her.

"The day I came into his quarters was the day I lost myself. It was so bad that I never remembered who made me, or where I came from," she continued. "I was used and tested like an expendable item, well then until I met you!"

"So it's your programming, it's not you?" Jon asked politely.

"Yea! I just woke up in a bed and found new parts added," Beethree remembered. "It was the most hideous thing ever! I never knew how to use it, so it was me being controlled. Only turned on when they needed pleasure."

"They?"

"Yes! They," she nodded hardly. "I was passed around like a tool, always to do something for them," he stated. "I never believed this was how the Empire would become!"

"Hey as soon as we're done with all of these missions, we can find a way to fix you!" Jon assured.

"You think?" the droid asked in a moody behaviour. Beethree never felt. She never felt emotions, nor desire. She thirsted due to her history, but Jon was there. He knew she needed help.

"I'll get you fixed. You can do the most security you can, the most bodyguard you can be!" he smiled. "Nothing will harm you, those stormtroopers will shake in your sight, days of fear are over for you! Got it?"

"Got It!" Beethree said in a giggle. "Oh my!"

"Yes, it works!" he laughed.

-

Jasu'lane zipped through the Dromia system across its star and as the ship circled it, a station revealed itself in orbit of the star. In the outer rim, Imperial strength wasn't strongly enforced. Although different factions mostly depended on mercenaries of the vast place to extend their power, their rule wasn't largely expressed.

Only syndicates and bounty hunters were the rulers of this place. Except for Dromia. Dromia was a special system, which was largely untouched. Now being shaved of its resources like Akryum, Durite and Edrane. This space station was not of anything about mining or excavating. More like excavating the star's energy for a big dangerous plan.

Jasu'lane sat on the commander's chair ready to watch the progress that was going on. She watched closely like a predator and her robes flew inches above the ground while her sabre sat disclosed only ready to strike when offended.

"Jasu'lane! Report" she got tired of hearing his voice, his weak voice. She felt better than him, she felt...stronger.

"Well," she sighed. "The station is built and we're on track with the wayfinder, now we just need to find the actual holocron," she explained.

"Good! You have done well my apprentice!" he said in a spooky smile. "But also keep a lookout for Jon and his pet rats, they scour this rim and do the good days work!"

"Yes master," she said as he immediately cut off the transmission to his holograph.

"Hey madam! Did you just cut him off the holomessage?" a starship pilot asked hilariously.

"Pilot, quiet!" one of the commanders barked.

"I bet you twenty credits she force chokes her right now!" another said.

"Isn't that Vader's thing?" the previous mentioned. As he mentioned his name, she became very jealous and sick to the throat.

"You're right, pilot! I just cut him off, and you too!" grabbing his throat with the force she raised him out of his seat choking him.

"Sorry my Lord it won't happen again!" the commander apologized; then punching the other pilot.

-

The Menacor had just touched down on Dromia Minor which was a water planet, non-urbanized. All its cities were underwater occupations that were brought in by ships in case of a planetary emergency adopted from the Kalamari. The ship entered the atmosphere hangar then the two buddies latched on an elevator to then glide below to the underwater domed city.

"Alright Beethree, you remember what we're doing here?" he started as he packed his weapons and dressed in his trooper attire.

"Yes, not anything you're doing!" she scoffed in her robotic voice.

"What's wrong with this outfit?" Jon startled showing off his shoulder pads, covered chest and padded thighs. Basically, he used his stormtrooper armour and covered parts of his body that would be crucial to endure blasts. "I think it's fine!"

"Blaster fire doesn't penetrate, it creates a blast around where your shot, so when you're shot...the fire creates a blast that makes the contents of that armour pierce inside your body," she explained a mouthful, glancing down at the disappointed Jon.

"But if I use the sabre to deflect fire I can persist, don't you think?" Jon retaliated, stepping closer to the door ready to get out and begin their mission. But while it opened, the two turned to walk out but were instantly ordered to stop by a squad of mercenaries. The two swiftly raised their hands in retreat trying to calm the situation down a bit.

"Ahh! A Jedi!" one of the mercenaries grinned. "This one's ours!" One of them used the force to call on the sabre. Though as soon as he grabbed it he fell unconscious onto the floor.

"Oh, so a retaliator?" the mercenary inquired. "We'll see!"