"My name is Bee-One Seven-Zero-Zero-Eight-Seven-Three-Five, Bee-One for short. I am, or was, a battle droid but the use they once had for me is now gone. I was programmed to take orders, to go to war, to kill without feeling. Then when they had no use for me they sent me away. They sent me to a junk yard, where I would be shut down, stripped of my parts, and destroyed. I have no feelings, I didn't care, but someone did. A older man. Mr.Ferobo. He worked at the junk yard and thought I would be a good guard for his daughter, if I was reprogrammed that is. So that is what he did and I did what my program stated. I protected his daughter. Now he has past but my mission is still the same. I protect her has she goes for her goal, to make it rich, with any means necessary. This is our story." A droid said as his holographic image plays on a small device.