Haiiro Kishi is a scientist and inventor for the Seperatists. He is in charge of furthering technological and scientific knowledge. He is, however, considered to be crazy due to his love for seeing enemies suffer and for his 'special and personal' d...
The carrier ships of the Trade Federation and the personal ship of Fr. Droid, descend to the planet of Naboo below. They land inside a forest near the capital, and the droids unload to reveal legion upon legion. Fr. Droid and Bloodshot leave their ship, with the former fixing his coat as his ship unloads two personalised speeder-bikes: One pure silver, and the other adorned with red markings.
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As Fr. Droid and Bloodshot mounted their bikes, the scientist sends a call back to the control ship, while the droids continue to assemble in the background. After a few seconds, the Viceroy's hologram appears in front of him.
Fr. Droid: We have landed on the planet, Viceroy. You will be "safely" on the planet's surface before you know it.
Viceroy: O-of course, Fr. On that note, we have searched the ship and there is not a trace of the Jedi.
Viceroy flinched, in fear that the scientist would have his pet kill him even if the man himself was nowhere near him. But much to his surprise, Fr. Droid did no such thing. In fact, the man seemed like he was expecting this answer.
Fr. Droid: Of course there isn't. They must have escaped onto one of the landing crafts. If the Jedi were killed that easily, there wouldn't be tens of thousands of them, would there? It would certainly have made my job easier, but considering the ground we have to cover, and the numbers we possess, I have no doubt that we have plenty of time to get our own situation sorted before we see them again.
Fr. Droid cut the communication with the command ship and nodded towards Bloodshot, who then lead a squadron of droids that appeared to be her own: B-1 battle droid coloured red with black markings, similar to her own skin. She led them ahead of the other droids and Fr. Droid followed suit minutes later.
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After 3 hours of travelling through the forest, the droid army reaches the plains that provide a clear route to the capital city. As they reach the gates, Fr. Droid's small smile grew, not to a smirk, but to a smile filled with what looked like euphoria. In front of him was a small squad of red and black droids and their Twi'lek commander, surrounded by bodies. Some filled with blaster shots and others completely torn to shreds: slashed and meticulously cut apart.
Fr. Droid: Well, bravo, my dear. This is some of your best work yet.
Bloodshot: Nothing compared to your handiwork.
Fr. Droid: No, but impressive nonetheless.
The two proceed to lead the droids into Theed, striking down any guards they encounter. They eventually reach the palace, but with a smaller selection of droids as the rest spread throughout the city to set up security points. As they approach the entrance, four elite guards attempt to stop their approach, only to be skewered in an instant by twin vibroblades. Their limbs fell to the ground and their blood flew into the air with a small portion catching a patch of Fr. Droid's white coat. He paid it no mind, however, as his smile only grew and he entered into the palace.
