A multimillion contract. It was only one simple goal.
Disrupt and divert Aedolian forces while a covert team moved in somewhere else to secure an item. Wave after wave of conventional and psionic soldiers started to bore him. He glanced over the battalion he had just slaughtered, wiping blood from his wrist mounted blades. He had to stay here for some time, until he heard the all clear from the person leading this entire strike.
He didn't care how much more came his ways. With these credits, he could pull up an entire fleet and finally go after the Syndicate.
And get revenge on those bastards. If he still had teeth to grit, they would be audibly cracking by now. A fully armed, sentient and advanced battledroid that was very pissed off. Not the best combinations. More shouting, the grinding of machines.
Slowly, his reactive armour plating locked down with a hiss, tightening around his body. Who more would come? He knew they hadn't sent the best just yet. So he eagerly waited for the next battle.