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Post by Force_Flow on Sept 15, 2007 17:04:48 GMT -4
Even in the morning, Tattooine was hot, though cooler than the time of day they had crashed. Scout, who was still trying to addjust to the timezone adjust, had not been able to sleep. Under the cover of darkness, she had wandered around a bit until morning, and finally sat down to sleep.
That was about two hours ago.
Now fully tired--her internal clock told her is was three AM--she came up behind Naos and threw an arm around him, deciding to lean against his strong frame. Once again, she was amazed that he wasn't tired at all. Apparently, he had adjusted very well to their new environment. She let out a small whining sound she had used since childhood. "Oh, hurry up..." she muttered, as if this was her own aunt and uncle.
"Hey, look," Scout said. "I think our search for the droids has finally come to a close. Good thing, too. I was getting tired." She gave a huge yawn, then laughed at the look Naos was giving her.
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Post by hk47fan on Sept 15, 2007 17:17:49 GMT -4
Naos
I gave a simple glance at Scout, and rolled my eyes slightly. "How do you suggest we get the droids away from Owen?" I whispered
After a good word from Threepio, Owen finally bought R2, and he rolled over with beeps of happiness. I looked down at him, and then leaned down and whispered "Do you have the Death Star Plans?"
"Beep boop dweet beep bop.(Of course, safe inside. But we need to find Kenobi.)" he told me, I could tell he was dead set on finding the old man
"We will. Be patient." I whispered harshly then got back up and turned as the rest went began to go back to the homestead
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Post by Force_Flow on Sept 15, 2007 17:26:16 GMT -4
Scout sighed softly. Her silent, oh terrific. She had stripped down to her dark blue tanktop she had worn under her frayed shirt, and had used some scissors to cut her jeans into a form of shorts, and she was still blazing hot. Every glare from the sun felt like fire on her skin. She wondered how the farmers here stood it.
Anxious to get back into the shelter of one of the hovels, she watched as Luke led the droids to one of the closer ones, and followed. "Skywalker!" she said. "Wait up for me!"
Scout jogged over. "Lemme help you out, here. Please? It's karking hot out there."
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Post by Alyva on Sept 15, 2007 18:04:27 GMT -4
Luke Skywalker
He nodded, glad for the extra help. "I'll give the protocol droid an oil bath. Take the R2 unit and get off all the heavy stuff, then we'll swap him out for the golden one."
Making sure the protocol droid got into the basin of oil without pulling off an arm or losing a leg, Luke got to work.
"Another season lost," he mummered.
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Post by Force_Flow on Sept 15, 2007 18:10:48 GMT -4
"Another season lost?" Scout repeated, frowning. She took a remotely clean rag from the workbench and poured a bit of cleaning liquid for droids on it, and started scrubbing hard at the carbon scoring that marked him. "What does that mean?"
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Post by Alyva on Sept 15, 2007 18:49:38 GMT -4
Luke Skywalker
"A good friend of mine came back to Tattooine yesterday," Luke said. "He just graduated from the Imperial Academy on Caarida. Uncle Owen keeps finding reasons for me to stay here on the farm."
Luke frowned as he examined Artoo. "You've got a little carbon scoring there, little buddy. You must have been in some action."
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Post by Force_Flow on Sept 16, 2007 11:24:54 GMT -4
Copost w/ F_F & Alyva
Scout’s insides froze to ice. The Imperial Academy?? She was prideful of her control over her face and body expressions. To a normal person, she looked politely interested. Inside, her stomach had already dropped. She calmed herself. Padmé said her kids had died at childbirth. ‘Skywalker’ must be a common name. She was sure there were plenty of Skywalkers around the galaxy. Just two months ago she had met someone that shared her brother’s name and their last name.
It’s a big, big galaxy out there. There have to be tons of Skywalkers… Tons of Skywalkers that look like a miniature Padmé and Anakin.
“With all we’ve been through, I’m surprised the droids are in the shape that they are,” Scout said dryly.
“Yes,” Threepio said. “What with the Rebellion and all.”
Scout shot Threepio a dirty look, but Luke didn’t seem to catch it. His face brightened. Biggs had told him about the Rebellion, and how he wanted to join and fight the Imperials and the Empire. “You know of the Rebellion against the Empire?” Luke asked.
“That’s how we’ve come to your service, if you take my meaning of course.”
Scout was wide-eyed. Making a cutting motion across her throat, she tried to let the droid know he should keep his vocabulator shut. He didn’t get the message.
Luke thought, This is incredible! “Have you been in many battles?” he asked brightly.
“Several, I think,” Threepio said. “But there’s not much to tell. I’m more of an interpreter, not a storyteller. I cannot make them most interesting, I should say.”
Luke’s shoulders sagged.Even if this droid was a good storyteller, I’m sick and tired of hearing about far-off worlds… stories that’ll make me want to leave Tattooine even sooner.
Luke kneeled down and helped Scout on her work with the Artoo unit. Cutting himself on a piece of metal inserted in the droid’s data slot, he reached for a bigger pick. “Well, my friend,” he said, “you’ve got something jammed in here real good. Were you on a starcruiser or—“
The fragment broke loose with a snap, causing Luke to fall back towards the garage door. He sat up to see a flickering, blue, 3D hologram of a young woman being projected from a lens on R2’s dome. ”Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi,” the woman said, ”you’re my only hope.”
“What’s this??” Scout and Luke managed to ask the question in perfect unison.
R2 beeped. “What is what??” Threepio translated. “He asked you a question: what’s that??”
R2 beeped over the woman’s message, which was looping back and forth. “Oh, he says it’s nothing, Master. Merely a malfunction. Old data. Pay it no mind.”
“Who is she?” Luke asked in awe. “She’s beautiful.”
“Is that all men care about these days?” Scout muttered. “It’s the same on Tattooine, too.” She shot the droids another dirty look.
R2 beeped again. “He says he is the property of an… Obi-Wan Kenobi. It’s not a familiar name, but this R2 unit has become quite eccentric. He says if you remove the restraining bolt, he might be able to play through the entire message.”
“Of course!” Luke said. “Somehow I don’t think you’ll run away from me if I just take this thing off…” He grabbed a hydrospanner and ripped it off. The woman disappeared. “Hey, where’d she go??”
“What do you mean you don’t know what he’s talking about??” Threepio snapped. “The message—what message??”
R2 made a confused reply. Scout brought her hand up to cover a growing smirk on her face.
“Luke! Jaden! Breakfast is ready!”
“I’ll be right there, Aunt Beru!” Luke replied. He sighed, got up, and left.
“One more slip of the tongue,” Scout said icily to Threepio, “and you’ll figure out what some real carbon scoring can do to your vocabulator.”
Threepio made a surprised sound. “Miss Gash—“
“Can it,” Scout snapped. “Good thinking, Artoo.” She pat the droid on its’ dome and went off to join Luke.
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Post by hk47fan on Sept 16, 2007 15:33:17 GMT -4
Naos
All day, I had tried to help Owen out on the farm to keep him from doing anything if he tried and to keep an eye out for Imperials, while Scout dealt with Skywalker and the droids inside.
He reluctantly let me help, but kept telling me Scout and I had to be out by midnight and no exceptions. I assured him we would, but I hadn't brought up the subject of the droids to him yet.
Beru called us for dinner, and as we were walking through the doorway, I finally said to Owen "Listen, it's hard to explain, but I need those droids."
He stopped for a moment, and then turned to me "I let you and your little freind stay here for over a day, and have kept who you two really are a secret from everyone around us. I could go to Jabba the Hutt in Mos Eisley and tell him about you two and that you are Jedi and most likely part of the Rebel Alliance, he would have you shipped off to Vader so fast-" he started and I knew he was going to go on and on, so I finally interrupted him
"Listen, we need those two droids. They are mostly the reason we didn't get out sooner, because I still had to persuade you to give them to us-" I started but he interrupted me this time
"Well I'm not. I payed good money for those two, and I need them around here at the farm. There weren't even any other well-made droids in that Sandcrawler!" Owen said, his voice almost got a little loud but he kept it down for no one else to hear "And for your information, as I have watched those two, especially the golden one, they seem familiar to me...you may not know this, but they were Vader's two droids once. It's all coming back to me as we discuss it, so I need to keep them under my watchful eye. And if I let them go and you two end up in the state you were in when you first got here, they could run right back to Vader."
"No," I said as he turned and walked in, and then I said in a louder tone "You don't know what you are getting yourself into!"
I sighed. R2 had the Death Star Plans, and we needed to get those back to the Rebels. And I knew Vader would send Imperials down sooner or later, if they somehow linked the Plans back to the droids, and found them here....Vader would also find Skywalker, under the care of his step-brother. And he would get the Death Star Plans. It would be horrible all around, but that was obvious.
I procceeded on in, and to the dinner table. I shot a glance at Owen as I sat down, and looked at Scout He's not gonna give us the droids, and as you know he wants us out by midnight tonight. However if we can take them without Owen noticing, he wouldn't reveal our presence. He threatens to, but with Skywalker here he wouldn't even risk it. Anything interesting with you, Skywalker, and the droids? I asked mentally
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Post by Force_Flow on Sept 16, 2007 15:50:24 GMT -4
Scout was tired. Helping Beru prepare breakfast, she had more than enough time to think things over. She resolved to have Threepio fixed so he would go blabbing out secrets like that again. Artoo had his restraining bolt removed for a reason, and Scout was proud of the little droid. If she times it right, Artoo should be long gone by the end of the day. It was a calculated risk, but she knew that this was the right way.
Or maybe the heat was getting to her.
Threepio's an idiot, she replied. Luke accidentally set off the end of the holorecording Leia had apparently made before she jammed us into the escape pods. Artoo managed to convince Luke to take off his restraining bolt, but Luke's too smart. He suspects something's up with us. Then goldilocks decided to tell him that he and Artoo had served in the Rebllion! That droid's an idiot! A karking idiot!
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Post by hk47fan on Sept 16, 2007 15:59:01 GMT -4
Naos
I rolled my eyes inwardly Now I fully understand why Bail had him memory wiped. Lets just take the droids and get out of here after we're through. We can't risk it anymore, and we're severely pushing our luck. And we still have no idea where Kenobi is. You have any other suggestions as to what to do? I asked
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