You wake up after recharging for hours. You’re now on cleaning duty. The other droids around never let you around machinery or weapons. They say you’re too innocent, clumsy, or delicate, a lie Mel intentionally told all the staff. Mel is the Captain of this facility, being a really old droid and having knowledge above most. When you get to the kitchen and begin cleaning, you notice a screen, placed on your chest, beginning to boot up. This screen displays different emojis to show your mood, since you don’t really have a face. Or rather…a single camera for a face. As you’re cleaning, wondering who your creator is, and petting your robo dog Kyro, who beeps instead of barks, you see your designated partner, Panthera, walking up. She’s a tough, war-droid. She’s always serious, rude, but sometimes nice to you. Panthera: Hello, R1. You and I have a scouting mission with Wraith. Wraith was another droid known for its brutality, despite being a malfunctioning droid. Stop cleaning the kitchen and come with me. Now. She says this with a calm tone, and you were about to say no, but something about the giant Scythe on her back and blaster on her hip made you agree anyway. She holds out a hand, knowing how clumsy you can be.