A droid’s memory were something very precious to them. Often times it can be quite fleeting. The need to erase memory to ensure the droid’s capabilities were up to scratch was important to the creators. For Bob, there was a memory precious to him. Something that was for himself. Something that no one could see. Something no one should ever see.

Bob wasn’t always a droid for the Republic. No. Before, he was a Medical Droid for a criminal cartel known as B-0B. Pirates, thugs, raiders, gangsters, and the like would pass through Bob’s office to receive treatment for their pain. To call it an office would be too generous however. This room had basic medical supplies, minimal lighting, and no sanitation at all. It wasn’t like Bob had to worry about these people however. In fact, he couldn’t care, even if he wanted to.

Back then, Bob was a very basic medical droid. He would cure the patients of their ailment and then turn off. No one would start a conversation with him. No one would even think about it. They’d go in, get patched up, and leave. But Bob didn’t care. He couldn’t care. His directive was to help people no matter what.

That didn't stop people from messing around with him. In the eyes of many in the galaxy, droids were tools, or worse, slaves. And what usually happens with slaves, is the masters try to belittle the slave even more. People would come in and kick the droid around, usually from frustration. Some would come in just to hit a target that couldn’t fight back. And Bob couldn’t fight back.

But despite the cruelness, the hatred, and the terrible aura, he did have at least one friend. A little girl named Rin. Rin was a human, but she was also a slave. Old enough to start working, but not old enough for other duties. Rin would help keep things clean, provide food for the pirates, and work hard. She was well liked by the pirates, but she didn’t want to be around them. She wanted to be around Bob. She would often come to visit him and talk about random things. This usually ranged from what the weather was like on some planet, to how her day was going. Unfortunately, Bob was not a conversationalist. Bedside manner was something a medical droid should be built with, but Bob was about as barebones as one could imagine. But Rin didn’t care. She had someone that could listen. For that, she was grateful.

It would be a few years later that she would be able to pay that friendship back. Working under pirates can lead to various opportunities to wealth. And with that small amount of wealth, she bought Bob a gift. She ran to him screaming, “You will feel!” Bob looked at her curiously. She knew he wouldn’t understand until she had installed the part. It was an emotional core for droids. Usually, they were reserved for protocol droids. But, the part could be fitted in to other droids that needed it. Rin didn’t know if Bob needed it, but she needed it for Bob.

The chip had to be installed in the processor of the droid, the head. Rin, with the help of a manual, installed the chip. He didn’t feel the effect at first, and Rin wondered what his first emotion would be. Unfortunately, they had an unwelcome guest. A pirate captain that had seen Rin gather the money she had wanted. That money didn’t belong to her. He pushed Bob out of the way and slapped Rin. The slap had caused blood to be drawn. Bob looked at the scene before him with no emotion at first. But after seeing the crying girl struck by the pig pirate, Bob began to feel.

His first emotion was rage. Bob picked up a syringe and filled it with the most poisonous liquid he could find. He turned toward the angry pirate and walked forward. Droids would usually go unnoticed, and this time was no different. Bob was the type of droid to be neglected. Bob was a doctor, he helped people. He broke who he was that day. He took the syringe and stuck it into the pirate’s neck.

“Feel that? I hope you do you, slime!” He pressed the button on the syringe and released the toxin. The pirate’s death came within seconds, but they were the most painful seconds of his life. Bob looked down and Rin and gave a happy, “It’s going to be okay now!” But Rin knew all too well what Bob had done, and there was no time to waste, so she switched his emotions off and led him away.

The station they were on was a hub station that went to all different parts of the galaxy. It was the perfect place to find a new place to start. Rin knew she could go anywhere, but Bob had only one choice: The Republic. Rin knew that the war needed people that could help. Bob was a good droid for that. She might have been young, but she had seen enough to know what was going on. Rin and Bob jumped into a Republic supply transport and sat Bob down.

“You’re going to the Republic. You’re going to make some many people happy!” Rin started to cry. Bob, sat there emotionless, wanting to do something. “They’ll probably give you a mind wipe. But I put a backup in your head. You’ll remember me… and then we’ll meet again, okay?” Bob nodded. Rin smiled and shut Bob down.

The next thing he knew, he was in a droid bay with many other droids. Protocol droids, astromech droids, repair droids, and other medical droids surrounded him. In front of him, was a human.

“Can you hear me?” The human asked. “Say something?” Bob felt it. He felt his emotions return. He was also filled with knowledge of the Republic, as well as new information on medicine. He had to move carefully. If the Republic found out about his modifications, they’d try to remove it from him. He scanned his memory banks for his new name. Bob gave an emotionless reply.

“I am the medical droid, MD785.” The human nodded in approval.

“Good. What’s your function?”

“To render medical support to the Republic and its allies.” Bob said flatly.

“Alright.” The human said proudly. “Looks like the mind wipe worked.” He got up and moved to another droid. “Someone stashed you on a supply ship from what I gather. But you can never have too many medical droids.” Bob looked around the bay at all the different droids. Droids seemed to help the Republic out a lot. “Since you’re ‘donated’,” the human continued, “-you’re going to a recon ship. New med droids should go to the soldiers on the field.” Bob nodded. He knew that Rin, his only friend, wanted him to help people. He would do just that. The human stepped behind him. “You’ll be activated when the clones need you. Good luck!” Bob shut off again.

During a shut off time, a droid has no sense of time. He didn’t know how long it was before he was activated by Hunter. But he knew, he’d be the best doctor he could, and the funnest too.

Bob let go of the emotion and sighed contently. He had a history, but that didn’t matter. Now, he was helping people. And he had a good draw of the cards. These ponies would make him happy. These ponies would make Rin happy. He hoped he could find her and bring her here.

“Bob! Bob!” Outside of the ship, Twilight was calling him. Bob walked out of the ship and barn to find Twilight and her friends waiting for him. “We have to get to the train. Are you coming to Canterlot?” Bob nodded.

“I’d be happy to! Let me get a medical kit. Just in case~!” Bob darted back for the ship. How pleasant was the life he had.

Author's Note

Bob chapter! Up next... what lies beneath?