FN-3043 was sleeping peacefully. That was until he felt something cold and metallic tap his forehead.
He woke with a start, his fists raised to inflict harm. His eyebrows furrowed as he beheld the same medical droid that he had talked to earlier that day standing in front of him.
“Um…hello?” he said.
“Hello sir, I’m sorry to wake you but I have been given a message,” the droid said.
FN-3043 looked around the dormitory’s sleeping quarters and was relieved to see that everyone else was still asleep.
“What are you doing here?” he whispered.
The droid cocked its elongated head made of black metal.
“I was sent to give you a message.”
3043’s blond eyebrows scrunched.
“But aren’t there specific droids for that?”
The droid seemed to straighten.
“I have been assigned to help you. That is my requirement as of now.”
He nodded, rubbing his tired eyes.
“Okay, what’s the message then?”
“It’s from Supreme Leader Kylo Ren.”
FN-3043’s head shot up.
“He wants to speak with you immediately.”
3043’s jaw dropped.
The Supreme Leader wanted to speak with him? Immediately. He suddenly remembered when he was in the palace on Naboo spying on the Supreme Leader. He recalled Kylo Ren saying to Snoke’s gigantic apparitional body, “I’ll deal with them (he and FN-1217) later.”
FN-3043’s heart began to pound in his chest.
“Sir,” the droid said.
3043’s attention snapped back to the present.
“I would hurry if I were you. He doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”
3043 understood that subtle warning. He sprung from bed, hurriedly putting on the same clothes that he had been given when he awoke earlier that day. The droid watched him and as soon as he finished dressing the droid pressed down the clothes with a simple swipe of its hands.
“You must look presentable before the Supreme Leader.”
“Yeah,” FN-3043 said.
“Let’s go,” the droid said.
As the robot turned to leave the sleeping quarters FN-3043 couldn’t help feeling a sickening sense of dread.