Cevix sat in his droid garage fiddleing with the memory unit of an Assault droid he had been repairing for sometime. He took a deep breath then stroled over to his Bryar blaster pistol, of which had been collecting dust due to its lack of use, and began disassemble it for cleaning. When he was done he pulled up his sleeve and pressed a button on an elaborate system of buttons and switches all put togeter on his mechanical arm (as well as a switch blade), and called his land speeder to him. It was a much smaller speeder, hand crafted by Cevix to be perfect for him. He had also custom painted it black and red with a red cog on the hood. he pressed a yellow triangulare button on his wrist which opened the garage door, then walked over to to the table with his bryar pistol and slid it into the slot on his back, then walked over to his speeder and jumped into the drivers seat, started up the speeder and took off down the canyon.
two hours later:
Cevix woke up in a fire lit camp site, he could taste blood in his mouth and smelled the smell of searing flesh, his bryar pistol had magnatized to his right hand as he had designed it to and his eye had set itself to record. Before he could get his bareings he was hit in the bach of the head with somthing heavy.
The last thing he heard was the chanting warcalls of Tuskans.