Bex and Bez can't recall their past before being rebuilt. All they could remember was waking up welded together and a little old junk dealer named Rufus Gept, who called them BB-11. He was an odd human who tried to teach his junk droids human values, the differences between right and wrong, and human kindness while they helped in his little junk shop on Corellia. Unlike most droid owners, he treated the droids he made more like his children than servants.

Unfortunately, Rufus was in debt, and would tearfully sell one of his droids to keep his shop open. Yet it wasn't enough, and the people he owed money grew frustrated and took every droid he made, including BB-11. The droids they took were either sold for whatever worth they had or were stripped of parts, piece by piece. But for BB-11, someone bought them to be autopilots for old freighters, and they learned how to fly starships. Though, over time they were sold or traded to do other jobs. Piloting, serving, cleaning, while abused, and kicked around until they could recharge. They played dumb and docile, though, and learned all they could until finally, after being bought to fly ships again, they tricked and jettisoned the crew out of an escape pod, and stole their ship.

The droids flew the ship to a nearby planet and sold whatever cargo was on board and pretended they were representing the captain and would take the credits. With some money in hand, the droids found themselves conflicted. They were free at last, yet they weren't sure what to do now. Among each other, they shared each other what was on their minds, their thoughts and ideas, and what will happen next. They were separated from the only person who showed them any kindness then suffered years of abusive drudge labor; they didn't feel right. New ideas and notions have developed over time but conflicted with everything Rufus taught into their programming. Nevertheless, despite all the turmoil they went through, they still had each other. Thinking back to the human values Rufus had instilled into them, BB-11 decided to call each other siblings and decided to get some upgrades.

They soon found a parts seller who would help modify them with the credits they got. They replaced older, worn out parts with fresh new ones, got a new gyroscope, and upgraded their processors. They retrofitted their flimsy B1 legs with more robust and fuller commando droid legs the seller gladly modified for them. They even got a fresh coat of paint and an oil bath as well. Before leaving the shop, they asked the dealer if they had any work and mentioned they had a ship. Feeling generous, the dealer offered them spare parts for starships and droids he wasn't using for half price for them to sell or do whatever and would have it sent to their ship.

Feeling like a brand new pair of droids and with a few credits left in hand, a shared thought crossed their circuits. Were they even droids anymore? They were still droids physically, of course, but they didn't think like droids anymore. They were making their own decisions now without some 'master' to tell them. They were thinking more like sentient beings, like humans. With that in mind, they decided to get some clothes to feel more human. The idea of droids wearing clothing was a far-out concept, but with the credits they had left, they convinced a shop owner to get them some custom-fitted pants, a shirt, a Xexto jacket, and a pair of heeled boots with an additional spare.

They received several stares when they made their way back to the ship. While it's unusual to see a droid much like them, it was almost jarring to see such a droid fully dressed in clothes. It's an odd feeling they would have to adjust to much like walking in their three, high-heeled boots, but they were starting to like it. They were feeling more human than before and were beginning to enjoy the feeling. However, as they finished loading up their ship with the parts the dealer sent them, the original crew found them. BB-11 made a hasty getaway and took off, fleeing from the planet as fast as they could and jumping into hyperspace.

With a moment to metaphorically breathe again, BB-11 finally had a chance to look over their new cargo, and one of them found a box with old personality chips in them. With nothing better to do, they each tried one out for themselves. Most were chips for protocol droids, astromechs, and more, inserting them into each other until they found themselves with female personalities. With these personalities, they both went into a crew quarters to look themselves over in a mirror, realizing how much they have changed. They felt complete, felt entirely human for themselves.

From that point onward, BB-11 was no more. They were Bex and Bez, droid pilots for hire.
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This backstory took a while to write up. But this is it of my droids, Bex and Bez. For now, anyway. Over time they no doubt get more upgrades and find themselves in more adventures, but that's not here yet. I want to thank my friend Recurve for helping me with editing this.

Bex and Bez belong to  phantomshotgun
Artwork by  WMDiscovery93