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The droid chitters a "Thank you" as it catches up. It begins beeping and chittering some more.
"Translation: I am a Demilitiontech droid. I am adept at identifying, planting, disarming, and moving explosives."
Supplementary Assessment: He also claims to be a veteran of some sort of conflict known as "The Clone Wars," though my databank doesn't contain any reference to such a war. Then again, evidently I am over three thousand years old (and have spent the majority of that time deactivated), so there is probably a lot of information I am missing.
After the Clone Wars, he was used by a smuggler in some obscure star system I really couldn't care less about, and as a result has many concealed storage compartments in its chassis. It also claims that it is a decent repair/maintenance unit.
Opinion: I think the little wretch may be overselling its talents, though; while it is definitely a tough little droid, I am sure sustained laser-fire would break its little body, despite its attempts to say otherwise. I do not know how truthful it is being..."