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The Imperial base was built into the side of a mountain a few dozen meters above the ground. Large pillars held up platforms and landing pads. On these platforms were two AT-ST walkers with torch lights on scanning the open fields. On the platform storm troopers wandered out in groups of two. One pair patrolled around both platforms and back inside. Four tie fighters, two on each platform sat stationed and four more were inside the bases hanger. Six more storm troopers were patroling out parts of the base. Two balcony's on either side each had three men on it. A base like this was not expected for a ground attack but with the walkers they were hardly un prepared.

Three of the Commando droids held up their blasters, aiming at the storm troopers. They fired quickly, each hitting their target trooper, with all three falling from their balcony. The three droids quickly donned the Storm Trooper armor and weapons, hiding the bodies behind the pillars, before making their way up to balcony. Three other droids made their way around to the other Balcony, carefully avoiding the AT-ST spotlights. Once in position, the droids did the same at the other balcony.

The attack was taken out with old droid efficiency. Brutal an efficient to an inhuman level. However one of the helmets was communicating at the time of being shot and a voice came through its helmet. "Four one seven three come in. Four one seven three what was that blaster fire?" A voice from the command center replies in concern. Meanwhile Imperial forces in the base resume their usual routines and marches. Inside the cafeteria several troopers were off their shift and having a meal before reporting into the sleeping quarters for rest as shifts began to change hands.

The droid quickly and quietly adjusted its vocoder. "Uh, sorry Sir. Saw a Bomiir. Was trying to scare it off. You know how ravenous those things can get." The Droid said, sounding identical to one of the clone troopers from years ago.

"Understood four one seven three. Have they been driven off or will assistance be needed?" The officer replies over the intercom. In no way noticing the voice.

"Yes sir, the Bomiir ran off. Assistance won't be needed." The droid said.

"Understood report if they return." He says as the channel is closed. The base was starting to shift shifts as three men came out to swap with the now droids. "You guys are still here? Your shifts over." They said waiting for them to head out and into the base for rest.

Behind the stormtroopers crept three more commando droids. "Uh sorry. Saw some Bomiir's earlier. Didn't wanna leave an opening to let any of them get into the base." The droid that spoke to the officer said, still with a clone voice. As the droid spoke, the three behidn the troopers quickly moved, grabbing the heads of the troopers and silently snapping their necks, quickly stealing the armor and disguising themselves in the armor. "Have the guard patrols been dealt with?" Asked one of the first trio of droids. "Yes. We're prepared to move into the base." Said one of the second trio. "Excellent. Take our positions and keep watch." Said the first droid. "Roger Roger." Said the others as they swapped places.

The interior of the base was quiet. The odd mouse droid ran by but the troops were mostly away. Either at their posts or in the mess hall. The mess hall was the next floor down and housed a dozen men all chatting out of armor and eating their meals. If it could be called a meal that is.

The droids moved through out the base, silently taking out every storm trooper they passed once they had the opportunity. It wasn't long before the only storm troopers left alive were sleeping in the barracks, or in the mess hall. The droids split into to groups. One going to the mess hall and the other going to the barracks.

The droids immediately went to work once they hit hte barracks, silently, and efficiently taking out every trooper with a quick neck snap. The second droid group arrived at the mess hall and stepped inside. They drew the attention of the off duty troopers. "You guys on break too? You don't need to keep the armor on ya know?" One of the troopers said. "Probably new transfers." Said another. The droids raised their blasters, drawing confused looks from the troopers, before they opened fire, quickly finishing off the rest of the Storm troopers.

"12-A, 29-C find the armory. Grab a pair of rocket launchers and take out the walkers outside." Ordered one of the droids. "Roger Roger." A pair said before heading off. They did as instructed, grabbing a pair of rocket launchers and exiting the base. They stood at the entrance, with the walkers clearly visible. They fired simultaneously, taking the walkers out with the rockets they shot.

After this little and rather rapid act of espionage the base was all but cleared. Except for two sections. The main control room was sealed up with the officer inside. One imperial officer and four staff at the terminals. The base was taken out silently including the man behind the counter and the walkers were however noticed. The explosions as they fell drew immediate attention as the officer got on the radio. "What was that hanger bay report in?" He received nothing. "Report in hanger bay?" He asks panicked but gets nothing till coughing and gagging is heard. A wounded trooper comes onto the radio. "The walkers." He says. Outside he was the only survivor but has a stray piece of metal his his face and stab into his chest. Nothing to kill immediately but once he finished saying those words he died. The officer looked down and frantically went over all comms. "Anyone there? What's going on?" He runs to the door and locks it in a panic.

"It appears we've been hit by a rebel attack sir." Spoke one of the droids, copying the voice of one of the troopers in the mess hall that had spoken. "Do you have guards at the command center?" The droid asked.

His wide eyes scan the panels. "But how did rebels get here? Trooper what's your position?" He asks looking to his other men.

"I don't know sir. It's possible they have some kind of cloaking technology. 1475 and I are on route to the control center. Have you locked the door yet?" The Droid asked.

"Yes wait outside the door." He pants. "I know. I'll send a message to the fleet." He says smirking. "Of course they'll send help quickly."

The two droids arrived, taking position outside the door. A third droid approached, ditching its disguise. One of the first pair indicated a nearby vent. The droid nodded and soon crawled into it, after pulling off the vent. The droid climbed silently through the vents as it found its way to a vent in the ceiling of the control room. It kicked the vent out, dropping into the room. It drew its blaster pistol before the staff or officer could react, and fired off five shots, taking out the four staff and the officer.

"Outpost 17-B report?" Came a voice from the comm. The droid fiddled with it's vocoder, as the officer in space repeated themselves. "Sorry sir." The droid said, in the officer's voice. "We were having some difficulties dealing with some of the local wildlife and I prematurely took down the all clear signal. The situation is under control, sir." The droid said.

The static remained for a moment before a voice replied. "Understood 17-B resume transmission and prepare the data log to be sent." The voice then cut off and the droids had full control of the base. Meanwhile the Imperial fleet was suspicious. The admiral on deck considered what was said. "Seems a bit rash. I want 17-B's log to be reviewed immediately. That'll confirm my suspicions." He says as another man nods and heads to wait for the data to be sent.

One of the droids wrote up the report, detailing a surprise attack from a fairly large hunting pack of Bomiir, before sending it off. Once that was done, the Droids contacted the factory. "We have secured the Imperial base. We have also secured four TIE-fighters that may be of some use." The droid explained. "Excellent. Vikkal, shall we move the rest of our forces in?" The Tactical Droid asked.

The insectoid clicks and flares his wings in delight. "Yes. Send our forces to secure the base. Keep the front looking correct and have men always in Stormtrooper uniforms. We don't want anyone being suspicious." It would translate. Outside the large factory was starting to produce new droids once old ones which could be repaired had been. Their numbers lacking compared to the factories old days but still producing steady B1 battle droids albeit at a slower pace.

Several days hd passed. By now the base was entirely staffed with battle droids. As ordered by Vikkal, the droids sent out a message on some old Republic comm channels, with the message detailing where it came from and a meeting date and location. Thankfully these channels were not used any more by the Empire. Hopefully the supposed Jedi would find the message and journey to the planet.