We are sent forth in hordes to create bedlam among the starfighter platoons of the Republic. Two Jedi vessels are within the scope of my targeting rangefinder. I curl up in my black & yellow shell and hurl myself at the nearest one. It's a rough landing, but my outer hull absorbs most of the shock.

My fellow-workers and I know exactly how to disable this starfighter; we've been pre-equipped with its design schematics. I disengage myself from my casing, and use my magnapod to anchor myself to the ship. My drill head and circular saw expose and damage the delicate circuitry of the vehicle, while my partners rip the head off an astromech droid.*

Explosive fire is aimed in my general direction, but I cling tenaciously to the surface of the vessel. The wings of the two starfighters scrape each other, taking several of my companions out in their wake. One of the sole survivors, I make a madcap dash onto the wing of the second ship. There I encounter another astromech droid -- a gutsy blue & white one who attacks me with his electric prod.** He shoots a bolt of energy directly into my primary photoreceptor, thus rendering me helpless and hurtling me through space...


Very truly yours,
-Buzz


* R4-P17 (Obi Wan's astromech droid)

** R2-D2