“Here lies the sum total of all droid kind’s hopes and aspirations, the resting place of our souls.” – Brother Fivelines
A junk hauler flies low over a vast junkyard. Below, twisted spires of scrap metal loom against an ochre sky. When you look more closely, you realize that the planet’s surface is comprised of the corroded forms of countless droids, fused together over the span of hundreds of years. Eerily, they almost look like they’re screaming. Welcome to Ronyards. If you happen to be a droid, welcome home.