The Daughter of Kenobi (A Star Wars Fanfic)

Part XI: Getting the Droids

(Important info: I did skip Threepio and Artoo getting caught since I didn't think everyone would want to read that. So they have already been caught. That's it, see you at the end.)

{3rd Person} {still on Tatooine}

Threepio and Artoo were inside a long chamber of a Jawas' Sandcrawler. It suddenly stopped, causing everything inside to stop shaking around. That caused a commotion amongst all the droids. At the far end of the long chamber, a hatch opened. It was on the opposite end of where the tall, golden droid and the smaller blue and white droid were at.

About a dozen or so Jawas entered through the hatch. They began making their way through the odd assortment of droids.

"We're doomed." Threepio complained for the umpteenth time since they landed on Tatooine. A Jawa started moving towards Artoo and Threepio.

"Do you think they'll melt us down?" Threepio asked his smaller companion. Artoo beeped in response.

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Will this never end?" Threepio said, the last part being directed to no one in particular.

{Desert - The Lars Homestead}

The Jawas spoke with each other, as they lined up all the droids they had gathered. Artoo and Threepio were amongst the droids in the line up. The line up being placed right in front of the Sandcrawler.

There across frim the Sandcrawler as a small homestead. A large, burly man, that looked to be in his mid-50s, limped out of the shadows of a gloomy side-building. The older man inspects the droids with his reddish eyes, which were sunken in his dust covered face. Golllowing close behind the man was his blonde haired nephew.

A feminine voice suddenly called out from one of the many holes that had made up the homestead. The blonde haired boy walked over to where the voice came from, seeing his aunt in the main courtyard.

"Luke, tell Owen that if he gets a translator, to be sure it speaks Bocce." The woman told Luke.

"It looks like we don't have much of a choice but I'll remind him." Luke replied to his aunt. Then he turned and went back to his uncle. The two began looking over the equipment that was for sale with the Jawa leader.

"I have no need for a protocol droid." Owen said, the droid that he was talking to had already began getting on his nerves.

"Sir- not in an environment such as this. That's why I've also been programmed for over thirty secondary functions that-" Threeio explained quickly before being interrupted midway.

"What I really need is a droid that understands the binary language of moisture vaporators." Owen said, having cut the droid off for his own explanation.

"Vaporators!! Sir- my first job was programming binary load lifter... very similar to your vaporators. You could say-" Threepio explained once more.

"Do you speak Bocce?" Owen asked. At that, Threepio's eyes seemed to brighten up slightly, if it was even possible.

"Of course I can sir. It's like a second language for me... Im as fluent in Bocce-" Threepio stated.

"All right shut up! I'll take this one." Owen said, turning to the Jawa as he said the last part.

"Shutting up, sir." Threepio said.

"Luke take these two over to the garage, will you? I want you to have them cleaned up by dinner." Owen told him. Luke looked at him.

"But I was going into Toshi Station to pick up some power converters..." Luke complained. Not only that but he was going to check on Jaydin since he hadnt seen her since she ran off that one time.

"You can waste your time with that Kenobi girl and the rest of your friends when your chores are done. Now come on, get to it!" Owen said, tired of Luke's little complaining.

"All right, come on! And the red one, come on. Well, come on Red, let's go." Luke said, trying to get the red droid to follow.

The Jawas began to try and hard the remaining droids back into the Sandcrawler. Artoo let out a small, almost pathetic beep as he tried to follow Threepio. The Jawas grabbed him, restraining him with a small zap.

Owen continued to negotiate with the Jawa leader. Suddenly as the small, red R2 unit followed Luke, a plate, from the droid's head plate, pops off. It sparks wildly. Luke looks back at it then back at his uncle.

"Uncle Owen..." Luke called out.

"Yeah?" Owen replied.

"This R2 unit has a bad motivator. Look!" Luke said, motioning to the small red droid. Owen looked at it then back at the Jawa leader.

"Hey! What are you trying to push on us?" Owen asked the Jawa, whom was going spiel.

Artoo quietly sneaked out of line, heading towards See-Threepio. The small blue and white droid whistled. It was trying to get the attention drawn over to itself. Threepio tapped Luke on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, sir, but that R2 unit is in prime condition. A real bargain." Threepio explained, as he gestered to the small blue and white droid.

"Uncle Owen..." Luke called out once more.

"Yeah?" He said, looking back at his nephew once more.

"What about that one?" Luke questioned, as he pointed over to the small blue astrodroid. Owen looked over at it, before looking at the Jawa once more.

"What about the blue one? We'll take that one." Owen said to the Jawa. The Jawa hesitated for a moment before finally excepting and trading the blue astrodroid for the busted red one.

"Yeah, take it away." Luke said.

"Uh, I'm quite sure you'll be very pleased with that one sir. He really is in first-class condition. I've worked with him before. Here he comes." See-Threepio explained to Luke.

"Okay let's go." Luke lead the two droids to a small, grimy enterance of the homestead. Owen played the whiny Jawa.

"Now don't you forget this! Why I should stick my neck out for you is beyond my capacity!!" Threepio complained to Artoo.

{The Kenobi Homestead}

Jaydin sat outside, leaning against the wall of the overlook. Her bright blue eyes were closed as the warm, dry breeze hit her. Ben opened the main door of their home, having felt his daughter's force presence.

The man leaned against the door frame watching his daughter, a small frown settling on his face. He could tell she was lost in thought about something.

"Jaydin." Her father called out.

No response.

"Jaydin." He said once more.

No response.

"Jaydin Padmé Kenobi." Ben called out, slightly louder now. Jaydin's eyes fluttered open and she lifted her head.  Two pairs if matching blue eyes meeting each other.

"Yes Father?" She said, standing up and brushing off the dust from her clothes.

"I can sense something is wrong. Come inside and tell me. I don't care if you don't want to, but I want to help you." Ben said, almost as if it was an order.

Jaydin blinked, clearly startled and surprised for a moment. She had forgotten that her father could sense when something was wrong with her. Jaydin also forgot that her father had been use to giving orders long before she had been born; when he was a Jedi Master to Anakin Skywalker and when he was a general in the Clone Wars.

"Yes Father." Jaydin said quietly, and walked over to him. She passed by, walking into their house. Jaydin took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for the convosation that was about to come and for possibly letting her father down.