Holding the Line

Internal diagnostics complete. My right arm engaged smoothly, tightening its grip on my blaster. I took a measured step across the red studs, feeling the precise click beneath my boots. Directly ahead, across the open field, rows of opposing droids stood motionless in formation. I stepped up against the white brick barricade, resting my weapon along the rim and aligning my stance with the trooper beside me. Sector secure. Perimeter intact. I am fully operational and standing ready.