Little Sister crossed her arms and paced in her room, pausing occasionally to spin pinwheel she had gotten. She hadn't recognized the planet they were above, but it looked like some meaningless backwater that couldn't possibly mount an effective resistance against the Empire, much less the Imperial Inquisition, which meant there was something interesting going on, and she was missing it. Brother Maynard (er what was his actual designation now, Brother Five? Three, sir?) hadn't even given her time to get a probe droid set up so she could watch, or one of those lovely little hovering needle-pushers so she could help.<br/><br/>Which meant she got to pace in her little space while everyone dealt with the enemies of the Empire without her. Just her and the assassin droids.<br/><br/>...a little smile lit Little Sister's face. They left her in<em>here</em>.<em>With the assassin droids</em>.<br/><br/>Pulling out the memory chips she had secreted away in scraps and wires (there was probably eighty years' worth of good combat experience in those memories, and they were sending<em>her</em>droids off to battle like newborn kittens? Where was the justice in that?) she started to replace them. The Inquisitors would be<em>far</em>too busy with their escapade to check on her work, and in the meantime, she'd at least have someone to talk to.<br/><br/>Five/Three had been pretty adamant about the 'maybe killing everyone' part but it had never happened before. Ellie figured it was one of those things they told you just to scare you into not taking risks. Like drugs. Still, she did take the time to program them not to target her. (If she accidentally commented a crucial line out, well, let he who had never made a programming error cast the first stone!)