Found abandoned outside their farm as a baby along with a crate containing weapons and armor, Owen and his wife raised Y/n with the knowage his father was a duty bound Clone Trooper. Trained with in combat by holo recordings, Y/n helped protect the...
It was a quiet day on this planet. The sand was blowing, the moisterizers were collecting, and a sandcrawler was parked right infront of our farm. "Luke! Y/n! Lets get a droid or two." Uncle Owen said. "Comming!" Luke said. We walked out of the entrance. Owen walked out after us, the jawas linning up droids for sale. "With any luck, we'll get a battle droid." I told him. A jawa walked up to us.
It spoke it's language that I've never been able to understood. "Fine, lets go." Owen said. "Luke!? Luke!" A voice called out. "Go, I'll have a gander at the droids." I told Luke, walking away. My armor stuck to my skin as I kept a hand on my pistol. Never know with these jawas. Owen started picking droids out as I kept an eye on the jawas. He picked out a red astromech, then started conversing with a protocal droid.
He picked it as I saw something I wanted. A still intact B1 battle droid. "Hey Uncle Owen? Can we get this one? We could always use another pair of hands to help us." I said. "Alright, but I better not catch you trying to give it a blaster." He warned. "Yes sir." I responded. "Oh really?! Thank you! Thank you!" It said. "Your welcome. Now come on, let's not dilly dattle." I said, walking with it to Luke who who leading the two droids back into our home.
We heard a pop, and turned around. My blaster was in my hand, ready to mow down any who dared attack. Turns out, it was just that red astromech who had smoke bellowing out of it's 'head'. "Uncle Owen!" Luke yelled. "Yeah?" Owen responded. "Red droid's faulty!" I yelled. "Hey, what are you trying to push on us?" Owen demanded as I geastured for the B1 to come with me. "Jawas. Always trying to sell the most for bantha shit." I told it.
We walked into the garrage. "Yes sir. Those jawas are not nice." It said. "What's your name?" I asked as it sat down on a workbench. "B-2637486, but a kid called me Roger." It said. I picked up a scanner, and a cloth. "Well Roger, name's Y/n." I said, scanning it. "Are you a clone General Y/n?" Roger asked. "Nope." I said, popping the P. "Oh, and drop the General. Not one yet." I explained.
"Roger Roger." Roger rogered.
I heard footsteps and a whirling sound as Luke came into the garage, theat gold protocal droid and a blue astromech in tow. "Hey Y/n." He said, starting the cleaner. "Hey Luke! So, I've been thinking about that chick working at Tosche Station, I think she likes me." I said, finishing my scans. "Really? You dont even know her name!" He said, pulling out a ramp for the protocal droid to step onto the platform.
"Why thank you." The protocal droid said. I wiped the cloth across Roger's frame, wiping away some dirt. "I can get to know it." I said. "Sure." Luke said as he activated the cleaner, then went to mess with his toy ship. "Thank the maker! This oil bath is going to feel so good." The gold droid said. "Eh, I was engineered for sandy envirorments, so I did'nt get any." Roger explained.
"I've got such a bad case of dust contamination I can barely move. Unlike you, battle droid." Goldie said. "It just isnt fair! Biggs is right, I'm never gonna get out of here!" Luke complained. "You said it brother." I said, fist bumping him. "Is there anything I might do to help?" Goldie asked, sinking further into the droid cleaner. "No, not unless you can alter time, speed up the harvest, or teleport us off this rock." Luke said.
"Or manifest a ship out of nowhere." I added as Luke started to tinker with the astromech. "I dont think so sirs. I'm only a droid, and not very knowageable about such things. Not on this planet anyway." Goldie said. "As a matter of fact, I'm not sure which planet I'm on." Goldie added. "Yeah. I was wondering the same thing." Roger said. "Well, if there's a bright center of the universe, you're on the planet that is farthest from." Luke explained.
"And by that, he mean's we're on shitty old Tatooine, one of the worst planets to live." I said. "I see sirs." Goldie said. "You can call me Luke." Luke told him. "And I'm Y/n." I explained. "I see sir Luke and sir Y/n." Goldie said. I let out a small chuckle as I continued wiping the dirt off of Roger. "Just Luke." Luke said. "Oh. And I am C-3PO, human-cyborg relations. And this is my counterpart: R2-D2" C-3PO explained.
"And I'm Roger!" Roger announced. "Hello." Luke said to R2. "Yo." I said before turning back to Roger, finishing up. "You got a lot of carbon scoreing here, you boys have seen a lot of action." Luke said. "With all that we've been through, I'm amazed we're in as good condition as we are. With the Rebellion and all." C-3PO said. Me and luke rushed to him, our attention caught.
"That's how we came to be in your service, if you take my meaning sir." C-3PO said. "Have you been in many battles?" I asked. "Servreal I think, actully, there's not much to tell. I'm not much more than an interpritor, and not very good at telling stories. Well, not at making them interesting anyways." C-3PO said. "Well goldie, I would like to hear them anyways." I said as Luke got back to tinkering with R2.
"Well my little friend, you've got something jammed in here real good. Were you on a star cruiser or a-" Luke was cut off as he fell back. R2 was projecting a hologram of some woman in a dress, surprising us all. "What the!?" Roger asked, getting up from the workbench. "Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You're my only hope." She said. "What's this?" Luke asked. R2 beeped. "'What is what?' He asked you a question, what is that?" C-3PO asked.
The hologram recording repeated once more as me and Luke stared at it. R2 beeped again. "Oh. He says it's nothing sir, mearly a malfuntion. Old data." C-3PO said. "Who is she? She's beutifull." Luke asked. "And why does she look so hot in those buns." I asked. "I'm afraid I'm not sure. I think she was a passenger on our last voyage. A person of some importance I believe. Our captain was-" Luke cut C-3PO off.
"Is there any more of this recording?" Luke asked. "Or one where she has less clothing?" I asked, getting a smack to my leg as I stood behind Luke. R2 beeped again. "I advise you to behave youself. We just got saved from Jawas." Roger said, standing on the other side of R2. "It's alright you can trust them, they're our new masters." C-3PO assured R2. R2 beeped again.
"He says that he's the property of Obi-Wan Kenobi. A resident of these parts. It's a private message for him. To be frankly sir, I have no idea what he's talking about, our last master was Captain Antilles. But with all we've been through, this R2 unit has become a bit eccentric." C3PO translated.
"Why do I remember that name?" Roger said. "Obi-Wan Kenobi." Luke said. "Maybe he means Ben Kenobi?" I asked. "I beg your pardon sirs, but do you know what's he's talking about?" C-3PO asked. "Well we dont know anyone named Obi-Wan, but Old Ben lives out beyond the dune sea, kinda a strange old hermit." Luke explained.
"Strange is putting it lightly, the man can dissapear for moths at a time before he shows up at the town." I added. Luke got a device as I explained. "I wonder who she is. Sounds like she's in trouble, I better play back the whole thing." Luke said, approaching R2, who let out a bunch of beeps, making Luke back off. "Listen here you little shit." I started, but was held back by Luke.
"He says the restraining bolt has short circuted his recording system. He suggest that if you removed the bolt, he might be able to play back the entire recording." C-3PO said. "Eh, fuck it. He's too small to run away from us." I told Luke before lifing my foot, then slamming it down on the restraining bolt, breaking it off. The recording dissapeared when we looked back at it.
"Hey! Where is she!?" I asked. "Yeah! Bring her back!" Luke demanded. "What message?" C-3PO asked before slapping R2. "The one you've been carrying inside your rusty innards!" C-3PO said. "Luke! Y/n!" Aunt Beru called out. "We'll be right there!" I called out. "I'm sorry sirs, but he's appeared to have picked up a slight flutter." C-3PO explained. "See what you can do with him, we'll be right back." Luke said, walking away.
"Roger, make sure noone tried to sneak in and steal them." I said, following luke. "Roger Roger." Was all I heard as I walked away, a scent slipping past my helmet's filters and into my nose. Time to eat.
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