This was not Unit 1262's day. The super battle droid didn't like the idea of 'boats'. Something about the rocking motion was upsetting its gyroscopes, making it feel ill, if that was even possible. The B1 sitting next to him gave him a nudge.
'Why are we doing this?' it tried to whisper. Not that it mattered, there was so much junk banging off the sides of the hull the General probably couldn't hear them anyway.
'No idea.' One of the MagnaGuards made an annoyed squeak as the flag wrapped around its head.
'Do you think we should report this to anyone? The General's acting like he needs a memory whipe.' 62 turned to glance at the General- despite the rocking of the boat, Grievous was standing with a clawed foot on one of the seats, cloak wrapped around him. 62 didn't really want to know where he had gotten the hat.
'Negative. Who would beleive us if we told them, anyway?' A dianoga's eyestalk popped up among the junk with a splash, eliciting a startled shriek from the B1 sitting up front. One of the crab droids on a nearby boat reared up in protest to its current predicament. 62 made a groaning noise, like a joint somewhere inside it needed oiling as it hunkered down in the growing puddle coming from some small leak.
"Is it too late to be one of those fighter pilots?"
Clone fans, I will sic Ordo on you if you didn't catch the refrence!
Finished! *dance* Or at least, until I find something else to tweak. Made in Photoshop CS.
Star Wars is owned by George Lucas, just like every thing else. Washington Crosses the Delaware was painted by Emmanuel Leutze. Idea for this is owned by Ben, whose randomness is great inspiration.