B1 battle droids, also referred to as standard battle droids, were the most widely-used battle droids manufactured by Baktoid Combat Automata and Baktoid Armor Workshop and saw extensive service as the mainlines soldier of the Trade Federation's mec...
This is a Glynda and Trevor centered-chapter. Enjoy! ______________________________________ It was nighttime in Beacon Academy, everyone was sound asleep and resting from their studies. Beacon Security Droids are seen patrolling the perimeters, Keeping a close eye for any intruders.
Well... everyone except the deputy of Beacon herself, Glynda Goodwitch, she's not faring well She is sleep deprived even too tired to concentrate. This is too much for her to moderate.
Inside her office late at night, She is seen finishing some papers as she writes. She works without any concern of her well-being This some trait that is intriguing.
Her desk has a huge stack of paperwork she needed to be finish, And it feels like she's being punish
How did this come to be you may ask, It all started after school hours has passed, Glynda was almost finish with her work She was heading to her quarters from all the hard work
Until Ozpin came and dropped in a shit load of paper He stood Right infront of her desk with Latte not making her life any better.
"Glynda, I need you do all this paperwork..." Ozpin said. "...while Latte comes with me and help refill my cup of coffee," He said his voice carefree "...after all I am the headmaster." He conclude.
"Mistress..." A voice said to his mistress. She turns to see her droid looking a bit distress. Trevor the Tactical is his name And logical thinking is his game.
A reason why she decides to call her Droids by a human name She wants to keep things simple with a simple nickname. Trevor doesn't mind it as long his mistress is fine with it. But her stubbornness he doesn't like it one bit.
"A Jedi like yourself needs a proper amount of time of sleep." The Tactical Droid stated, "I suggest you do those paper tomorrow after you have a good night sleep." He reasoned to his Mistress.
"N-no need, I can do it." Glynda declines her droid's offer. While ignoring what Trevor referred to her She yawns and gets back to the paper work. Much to her dismay there too much work.
If the Tactical Droid has the ability to sigh in disapproval, this would be it. Trevor is surprise that Glynda is not letting him do the the paper work for one bit.
It has been two weeks after the idea of Droid companions were approved, Huntsmen are getting fond of their droid comrades if that is anything to proved. Glynda seems to be neutral about her opinion about Droid companionship But that's beside the point as her sleep is what she needs than paperwork shit.
He continues to watch as his mistress continues to slave away on the many papers Not life making life easy for his mistress who needs to sleep for the better. Trevor knows she needs a good amount of sleep in order to perform well to tomorrow. Glynda just needs to accept that Trevor can get work done like these in a flow.
And more the Tactical Droid thought, how would he get his mistress to sleep. The more the Tactical Droid thought, "I must find away to give her a wink of sleep. "She's been doing for few hours now. I must get her to rest... but how?"
Then the Tactical Droid got an idea. An awful idea. Trevor got a wonderful, awful idea.
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