Chapter 1

AN ANOMALY

Beings in places no regionally meant to be, a black stain on a white sheet. Many wish to travel....to see, but there are rules in place.

Rules meant to balance the scales of the universe, a single broken rule could mean a destruction unseen like before.

However most being lucky enough to breach the rules of time and space play with their actions like they have no consequences. That is not so, each action taken that was not foreseen or preordained is an anomaly in the constant fixed stream of events.

Anomalies create more Anomalies which in turn creates more thus creating utter chaos and most likely destruction. Speaking of destruction, I believe there is a war going on.

" Sir, we've lost contact with patrol 2, 4 and 5 on subsector 11 at sector 1 North of the base. " A B1 droid said aloud. It was speaking to another B1 of higher ranking. Yellow stripes marking it's position.

" Move division 11 to respond, follow protocol 5-11a. I will report this to command. " The droid said in response as it already began to walk away.

" Roger Roger " came the response from the other b1 as it walked in a different direction. Most likely to begin moving other droids.

The sounds of a comlink beeping sounded into the room but was silence as someone answered it. A Hologram popped up and in it's view a b1 droid.

" Designation " A voice said.

" RO145-15, rank commander In charge of sector 11 and all its sub-sectors. " The b1 said in response.

" Report RO145-15." The voice said once more.

" Sir, we've encountered disturbance and lost patrol 2, 4 and 5. I have sent a division to respond on the assumption that it is the natives. " RO145-15 said in response, it voice same like all the other thousands created of it's type.

" Any confirmed sighting of your assumption?" The voice asked.

" No, Sir. " Responded RO145-15.

" I have initiated protocol 5-11a just in case. " he continued.

" Good, report if any other major developments take place. Contact Sector 9 and request reinforcements from them, we cannot sent you replacements....it's too soon." The voice continued, issuing out orders.

" Roger Roger " came the response as the commlink was shut off. The owner of the voice reigned back on his seat and a high escaped it's voice box.

" I just got this position " it said before standing up and walking out of the room.

At another location on the planet, in a room filled with droids seated at a table. We see a B1 giving it's report to the droids seated down.

" That..that is all Sir. " it responded as it looked around nervously.

" How's the Salvage factory looking up. " asked someone from the table. A variant of the BX series commando droid though with colour marking of Deep black and styles colors in dark red.

" It's-"

" We need more forces to secure it's surroundings, our lack of resources leaves us constrained and weak. " Responded a B2 in an angry voice, cutting off the b1 that was about to respond.

" This planet is a death trap. Whoever established a manufacturing base here must have been insane " a Bx-Series spoke out in annoyance.

" Watch it brethren.....you don't want to get the ire of our dear sister now do you?" Another Bx-Series commando droid spoke up in a sarcastic manner.

It was known among those up in the ranks of how....faithful and thankful their oldest was to our creators....the Ones that gave us life.

There have been arguments about this but so far nothing to serious or damaging. She is known to at times behave strange.

" How are our reserves doing, give me exact details. " The marked out Bx-Series droid said, it's eyes scanning those near it with a dangerous look.

" Our production rate is on 300 B1's per day, 20 B2's per day and 1 Bx per day. I advice we....stop with the Bx-Series production and redirect it towards more B1's. "

" Absolutely not " Another Bx-Series commando spoke enraged at the idea.

" This is our Kin, we will not compromise our numbers for some mere B1's" it said at it looked towards the Bx droid that had suggested such an idea.

" It is the most logical thing to do in our situation. We need to-" it began in protest, voice leaking emotion of concern and worry.

" That is traitorous to our kind. It's a betrayal...I will never accept this" said the Bx-Series still adamant on his choice.

" Sister!"

" Stop the the Bx-commando droid production. " The marked out Bx also known as Sister said out loud.

" But-" a voice said in protest.

" Bx-003, do not make me repeat myself. " Sister said in a serious and menacing tone, she looked Bx-003 in the eyes glaring at him before he reluctantly took a step back.

Fist clenched in annoyance as he looked towards the Bx that had cause this situation. The B1 looked towards the group seemingly lost on what was going on. A single thought moving through it's small brain.....am I meant to stay or leave?.

" Shut down the B2 production as well, all resources is to be diverted to B1 production. How will that be Bx-004. " Sister asked as she looked towards the Commando droid in charge of that.

" What is this stupidity, my kind prove to be better equipped on tanking massive damage and more useful than some useless B1's " A B2 droid spoke out in outrage, there numbers were already not enough and losses mounting but now they'll receive no reinforcements.

" Watch your mouth Vermin, it is not only your kind that has to sacrifice. The words of Sister is Law. " Bx-002 spoke out, the spite and utter detest in his voice leaking out. A feeling of how one superior looks down on the inferior in disgust.

The air around the table turned tense, everyone droid looking at the order with a form of expression. Their steel faced somehow being able to release a feel of how they would be looking.

The worse was Sister, the same eyes and look as when she arrived. Suspicion and utter madness.

" Sister.....with your decisions, we will be getting more than half of what our usually production results birthed. Over 18,000 B1's, with such a force we could-" Bx-004 said, relief washing over him as he forsaken their situation Improving.

" Divert all reinforcements towards the Salvage factories, secure our supply lines and hold there for the next 3 months....That is all. " Sister said before standing up and walking away.

Again silence returned to the table as the sounds of mechanical steps exited the room....the dice was cast and the result.....