The heavy thud of metal footsteps echoed through the smoke-choked corridor as the B2 Super Battle Droid emerged from the haze, its broad armored frame cutting a stark silhouette against flickering emergency lights. Dust and shrapnel clattered off its plating as it advanced, unfazed by the wreckage around it. Sections of its chest armor were scorched, glowing faintly from recent impacts, yet its stride remained steady, precise, mechanical, and relentlessly forward.

It reached the corridor’s intersection and halted with abrupt efficiency. The droid’s torso rotated independently of its legs, servomotors humming as its internal scanners swept the branching hallways. Each sensor ping returned fragmented data, heat signatures, metallic echoes, the faint trace of movement somewhere ahead. The photoreceptors brightened, shifting into a focused combat mode.

A subtle rustle registered on its left flank. The B2’s arm snapped upward, its integrated blaster charging with a rising whine.

“Target detected.”

The droid’s voice was flat and resonant, devoid of tension or curiosity, but merely the acknowledgement of an objective.

It advanced again, step by thunderous step, moving with the unshakable certainty of a machine built solely for conflict. Smoke curled around its legs as it pushed deeper into the ruin, each sensor sweep tightening its field of focus. Whether ally or enemy waited ahead no longer mattered. Only the mission did.

And the B2 would fulfill it.