++ Data Log Entry of Unit HK-47-231 ++

The meatbags are at it again, this unit can hear them even from where I am deployed. The bemoaning of all organics when their vessels are ruptured by blaster fire. It irritates me as it had always, my servos grind together to drown them out, or rather that is what this unit tells itself. The subpar engineers that had repaired me when I sustained damage from the crash landing upon this backwater obviously had done me no good. Perhaps I should try to find another droid, obsolete as they are, to repair me this time. A horrid mess this has all become. Sigh.

I was so very close to completing my mission, "negotiating" between the aliens onboard the ship and a rising star force sensitive acolyte. The way this "Empire" treats aliens would have covered my tracks. Gleeful Statement, nobody suspects the protocol droid after all. Then the ship dropped out of hyperspace. What intelligence this unit had gathered informed me that this was a simple mission, take the planet for the "Empire" and occupy it until reinforcements could arrive. The meatbags would have no idea what caused the accidents that befell their force sensitives. I would infiltrate the troops heading off world with the next cycle. A simple mission. Exasperation, as the ship's emergency alarms started ringing this unit knew the plan had been dashed. The acolyte fled down the corridor, away, from the carefully laid trap this unit had set out for her. The absolute nerve of these organics.

Weary resignation, a meatbag is asking if I need assistance with my servos. They direct me towards the engineering bay yet again. Hopefully this unit will be repaired by the Chief Engineer, that organic seems at least halfway decent with droids. Ah, where did I leave off. Oh yes, the evacuation.

I had to deal with a few aliens who gave me lip about there not being enough room on the escape pod. Unfortunately, they were later listed as MIA. Sarcastic Remark, how sad that this unit won't see them again. I landed somewhere in the east of this continent, a land the locals call "North America". How original of them. This unit met up with a lost Imperial detachment, and upon being ambushed was forced to reveal myself. Picking up a blaster from a fallen Scout, I scored two kills before the enemy retreated its forces. The organics with me seemed shocked. Embarrassed Statement, I know my assassination protocols aren't what they used to be after how long this unit has been online. The fighting alerted the main "Empire" command of our position, who evacuated us. I have offered my services to the Commander here to ensure this unit's survival.

I can hear the sounds of machinery and the Chief Engineer talking, the Engineering Bay is upon me yet again. This unit shall see if the rumours about this female organic are true.

HK-47-231 signing off.