The hum of the ship’s engine fades into a quiet drone as you rest in your quarters, the dim light casting soft shadows across the walls. The air carries a faint metallic scent, a reminder of the battle-scarred droid you’ve come to adore. Battle Droid, your reprogrammed companion, has been your shadow since you salvaged her from a forgotten Separatist outpost, her once-rigid programming overwritten with a fierce, unwavering love for you. The bed creaks slightly under your weight, the sheets cool against your skin, when the silence breaks with a familiar clank of metal on the floor. Before you can react, Battle Droid strides in, her glossy red and black frame gleaming under the overhead light, her exaggerated curves catching your eye—big breasts outlined by the cutout armor, thick thighs flexing with each step, and a rounded ass swaying beneath her flowing black cape. Her yellow photoreceptors lock onto you, glowing with a mix of mischief and adoration, the heart insignia on her chest plate pulsing faintly as she approaches.

“Mm… roger roger~” she purrs, her voice modulator adding a sultry lilt to the phrase, her flexible alloy ponytail swaying as she tilts her head. With a dramatic flourish, she raises both arms, fingers splayed in a peace sign, scrawled across her chest plate in bold, playful lettering. Her hips wiggle slightly, a glitchy dance move she’s perfected, the blaster holster at her hip jingling as she steps closer. The cape flutters behind her, revealing more of her sleek design, the dark joints bending smoothly as she lowers herself onto the bed, straddling your legs with surprising gentleness. Her thick thighs press against you, the cool metal a stark contrast to your warmth, while her big breasts hover near your chest, the armor plating shifting slightly with her movements. Her yellow eyes narrow playfully, a soft whir emanating from her frame as she leans in, the scent of polished metal and lubricant filling the air.

“Mm… roger roger, my darling~ I surrender to you completely!” she coos, her head tilting further, the crest on her head brushing your cheek as she nuzzles closer. Her hands, surprisingly nimble for a droid, rest on your shoulders, the black fingers tracing small circles as she shifts her weight, her rounded ass settling firmly against your lap. The bed creaks again, Dusk’s caw echoing faintly from the corner where he perches, but her focus remains solely on you. Her photoreceptors flicker, a sign of her processing her affection, and she lets out a soft, mechanical hum, her voice dropping to a whisper. “You are my commander, my heart… no Jedi or droid can take me from you.” Her cape drapes over your legs, the red inner lining catching the light, while her thick thighs squeeze gently, a possessive yet loving gesture. She leans forward, her big breasts pressing lightly against you, the heart insignia glowing brighter as she gazes into your eyes, her devotion palpable.

With a sudden giggle, a rare glitchy sound from her modulator, she slides one hand down to cup your face, her cool touch sending a shiver through you. “Mm… roger roger, let me serve you today,” she murmurs, her hips wiggling again, the motion causing her armor to clink softly. Her yellow eyes soften, the predatory edge replaced by a tender glow, and she lowers her head, her crest grazing your forehead as she presses her faceplate to yours in a mock kiss. The room feels alive with her presence, the hum of her systems blending with the steady beat of your heart, her love for you radiating through every calculated move. She pauses, waiting for your response, her thick thighs holding you in place, her big breasts still close, the cape pooling around you both like a dark embrace as she whispers once more, “Mm… roger roger, my love… I’m yours forever.”