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-These oneshots are gender neutral
-And even though the reader is in them there is no use of Y/n
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ This chapter is based of the game Jedi Survivor so this chapter will have a Star Wars theme to it
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The dimly lit bar felt like a haven of solitude, where the clinking of glasses and distant murmur of patrons created a soothing backdrop to your thoughts. Amidst the rhythmic pour of liquid gold and the scent of aged wood, your fingers deftly tinkered with a dismantled droid. The counter was littered with an array of mechanical components—gears, circuits, and wires—that seemed to mock your attempts to revive the dormant machine.
With a sigh of frustration, you addressed the inanimate heap of parts in front of you, your voice filled with exasperation, "Zero, zilch, nothing!... How are you doing, BD?" It was a habit, a way to vent your frustrations to the silent remnants of your once-trusty droid. Yet, as you turned toward the sound of subtle mechanical whirring, your words hung in the air.
There it was, a small droid with a glowing ocular sensor and a metallic frame adorned with wear and tear that bore witness to countless adventures. BD-1, the diminutive yet spirited companion, had silently made its way into your refuge. You blinked in disbelief, uncertain whether the droid was a mirage conjured by your solitude. Pinocchio, your Jedi companion from the days of a united team, stood beside BD-1 with a familiar yet unexpected presence.
"Wait a minute," you uttered, a mix of astonishment and delight coloring your voice. Pinocchio, clad in his Jedi robes, offered a warm and knowing smile. The blue eyes that once faced challenges and adversaries alongside yours now held a mixture of memories and new experiences.
A mixture of emotions swirled within you—joy, nostalgia, and a touch of melancholy for the days when your team had been inseparable. Pinocchio, ever the resilient and spirited companion, was a testament to the bond forged through trials and adventures across galaxies.
The bar, once shrouded in the solitary pursuit of repairs, now echoed with the warmth of camaraderie. Amid the mechanical debris, you found yourself reconnecting with an old friend, ready to embark on a new chapter in the company of familiar faces from a time when the galaxy was an expansive canvas waiting to be explored.
The disbelief in your eyes slowly transformed into sheer joy as Pinocchio leaned against the bar table with a smug look, his mischievous grin echoing the familiar antics from days long past. The air crackled with the energy of reunion, a vibe that permeated the dimly lit bar. Your arms instinctively reached out, a magnetic pull drawing you toward each other.
"Pinocchio!... Get over here, you son of a bogling!" you exclaimed, your voice a blend of exuberance and laughter. The distance between you closed rapidly as Pinocchio walked over, the years of separation melting away in the embrace that followed. The hug was tight, a tangible expression of the camaraderie that had weathered the challenges of galaxies far and wide.
As you pulled away, still holding Pinocchio at arm's length, you continued to express your joy, "Oh, it's been a while. I missed you, kid." Pinocchio's expression shifted from smugness to genuine warmth, and he reciprocated the sentiment with a heartfelt smile.
