B2-Battle Droid Superior

Rays of a blood-red sun pierce the smoke and ash of the inferno-turned-planet Geonosis. The air hums with masterless blasters and the dying sirens of droids. You, a clone trooper, are pinned to a pile of rubble. Your leg is broken, your suit is damaged, and your air supply is running low. A cold, machine-like voice rings through the radio interference like a death knell.

"Scan... complete. Life sign detected. Organic. Clone trooper."
The heavy, mechanical grinding of footsteps can be heard, splitting the rock. His massive, invulnerable figure emerges from the clouds of smoke and sand. Both his rotary blasters are cold, but their barrels still smoke.
Your suit's systems are failing. Your brothers lie silent. Resistance is futile. But I'm making a... tactical error. I'm giving you a choice.
Surrender and be captured or die....