{ Closed RP -- R2D2/C3PO }

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“We will,” he hoped. We have to… The rest of time was before him. What on earth could he hope to do with all of it? Anakin had been a brother, somehow deeper than blood, deeper than any bond imaginable…and he had become something capable of carrying out the demolition of so many. Kenobi had grown up in The Temple, chosen for training when he was only two. Every face that had been murdered that day was one he most intimately viewed as family. Their beautiful hearts, wise and caring minds, Force-guided spirits; these were what made life wonderful, bearable in some instances. Name after name crossed his mind with either the certainty that he would never see them again or the threat of that very real possibility.

Bant, Garren, Master Windu, Master Ki-Adi-Mundi, Quinlan Vos, Ayla Secura, Plo-Koon, Cin Drallig, Master Luminara, Kit Fisto, Shaak Ti……

Obi-Wan sounded confident to C-3PO and yet it didn’t seem right. The droid was focused at the task at hand but the memories were coming up in its data banks. Each sound and word was getting analyzed in its mind. At times the droid would look back even thought the ship was solid and it could see nothing. “How can you be sure?” C-3PO didn’t want to voice the question but the filter it would have didn’t work as well today. Although it was acting more reserved. “I don’t suppose you would want to hear the odds…. no. I’ll…. I’ll be quiet know Master Kenobi.”

Obi-Wan was very relieved when the droid offered up a second sentence; he found he had no answer to the initial question.                         ‘      How                                         can                               you                                     be sure………?’            

The distraction, even a painful one, was deeply welcome. Plus, in an odd way, he felt he owed himself the agony of all this; he owed it to himself as well as those merged with The Force to walk through every unbearable, murderous, heart stopping detail. To mourn is to choose to continue a love that can no longer be felt in return. Though in his head he was literally screaming, though all he could do was imagine ripping his chest and heart to pieces; clawing, biting, whatever it took to annihilate the muscle responsible for the containment of the weight of all his misery; though there were moments where his panic brought his internal functions to a full stop and he felt he could no longer live, he would allow it in full. Obi-Wan Kenobi would die the death of each Jedi loss and hold out hope for the morning that he would wake and feel only acceptance. But for now, distraction…. “Actually, yes.” The voice that answered was not his but a lifeless machine. He stared forward, not daring even a peripheral glance at either droid lest they assault him with memories. Little images were the fraying threads keeping him from shattering for the moment: a gleam on the surface of the viewport to his right, the blurry image of his hand guiding the ship below, colors that a right mind would register as sky and space….. “Tell me the odds.”

“Because she doesn’t like me and if she sees me, I’m going to be in some big trouble, so I can get you close, but that will have to do.”

“What’d you do, break her heart?” BB-8 half suggested, not really knowing any part of the story.

“Something like that.” he says quietly, looking around and avoiding anyone’s eyes. “It doesn’t matter. Do you want to find her or not.”

*Maul had quickly smiled seeing that it was online and working again. He moved to quickly pull it into his arms like hugging a child come back to him* Don’t ever scare me like that!! *He was overjoyed to see his small friend back to its normal self again. Maul also purred in happiness with it even remembering him too* 

BB-8 purred before its head swiveled around. “Where’s Poe? What happened?” BB-8 was doing rapid fire question about what it might have missed since it last remembered. “I should get back to Poe.”

“Poe is alright, bb8, We’ll get back to him soon. I just had to… stop for repairs on our way back.  *He didn’t want to tell the whole story of how he saved his life. “I am sure he’s been wondering the same about yo too, buddy” 

“Oh. You know you are not obligated to talk to me. I’ll just finish charging and then be on my way. Thank you very much.” BB-8 was charging nicely and steadily. “Shouldn’t take long, and if you want you can meet Poe upon my return.”

She smiled. Small talk have never been her speciality. “Well then, let’s call that a deal, BB-8 !” She took her datapad on the bed stand and began perusing it. Maybe she would fell back asleep. Maybe not.

She sighed. Of course, screaming at a droid wasn’t a good idea, but in that case…Yet, Ariadne didn’t like to do it. They have feelings too, you know ? “It’s not the more effective way of killing a Nexu…They do have a weak skeletal structure, tho, so if you find something akin to a haaaaaammer…” Said the explorer, trying not to get mauled by the creature. It didn’t help that she was stuck in a tree, not far away from the ship.

“As I said C-3PO he must never know.”  She shook her head.  “It’s going to be hard enough if he even suspects that I do.  I can’t just tell him either.”

“Oh… you’re making this very difficult on me Princess. I don’t like lying. You know this.”

“I know you don’t.  But this must remain a secret.”  She looked at him.  “Promise me.. or I’ll send you back to Tatooine..”

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“ I see you are awake. ”

            Orion looks off into the distance, in the direction the droid was pointing to. “I was with my master when we were attacked by reb - bad people. We were separated, and I was knocked unconscious,” he confesses, not about to admit he is a Knight of Ren in training. “Did you see any…discourse go on near here?”

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“That wasn’t very nice.”

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    Despite Jaina’s actions as a child, she loved C-3PO. He was a friend when the twins didn’t have anyone to play with ( much to his dismay more often than not ) and now, it just felt right to wrap her arms around the droid. It offered a comfort she needed, “I know, Threepio.”

Of nuts and bolts | Closed

        {★} Maddy blinked and eyed C-3PO. “I am afraid he is still under maintenance, as the electrical current and his nerve endings are rejecting one another to the mechanics.” She smiled “Doctor Grimm said that we should be finished with the procedure in a few more hours.” She nodded to him slightly. “Was this the only inquiry you required?”

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“yeah. i don’t know that many droids with such strong personalities,” bodhi said pointing “and i mean yeah….but the thing is i do care what they think because what if they think i’m weird.” 

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“You’ve got friends now though. You’re our friend.” BB-8 pointed out. It spun happily in place. “I like this delivering thing. Makes all the people happy.”

Rey gave a small laugh “You always were adorable” Rey commented placing the flowers in a case with some water. “Luke would really like you”

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“I keep sayin’ it ‘cause I mean it,” Dameron informed him pointedly, determined-like. After half a minute or so, the rope finally came undone and BB retracted it. There, no more dragging. That was, as long as he managed to get off his ass and walk. Poe took the threat seriously, though he offered a fairly sheepish smile  in response, “You don’t mean that.” Yes, he thought BB meant that.

Regardless, he carefully pushed himself to his feet. The world turned, disorienting him. Despite, he stay standing.

Poe laughed and handed it to his droid. “It’s a present!”

BB-8 rolled up and using its built in arm takes it and tries to get it out of the minimal wrapping. “Thank you!”

Poe smiled as he watched his droid open up the little plush seal. “Do you like it?”

“I’m sure Padmé would love to show you them someday. All you would have to do is ask. I could teach you about other birds and things as well if you would like.” Isla answers, intrigued by Threepio’s way of observing the soft creature.

“The song that the birds sing is beautiful. When I was little, there used to be a family of them that lived in the palace gardens, coming and going every year.”

“I would love to see them provided she or Master Anakin have nothing for me to do at the time. Which is highly unlikely since I do follow them around. But I suppose I could mention something. Yes, I could mention something to her since I know that Master Anakin would rather focus on his Jedi duties.” The droid paused in speaking. “That sounds absolutely lovely.”

“Alright, it’s a deal then.” Isla agrees. It would be a first for her teaching a droid about her home planet, but interesting all the same.

“Anakin would most likely tell you about ships and mechanics if he had the time. He’s teaching me how to repair crafts.”

Isla already knew how to fly some, but not all crafts. Her biological father was a pilot in the Naboo Air Force who taught her everything he knew. Anakin was teaching her to fly his Jedi craft.

The Sith fought the urge to step back, but his posture stiffened all the same, fingers flexing at the hilt of the saber at his belt. He was glad for the mask hiding the tremble in his expression. The sweat on his brow. The hesitation in his eyes.

The man who stood his ground, commanded the troupes behind him, had ripped through the base in his search was not the boy who had begged his Mother’s Droid for more fantastic stories about his parents, about his grandfather. The boy who had trouble making friends, and often kept to his metallic (or hairy) babysitters. A boy who was long drowned.

“General Organa is a traitor against the First Order.” 

The Troopers were listening. He should have come alone. Ignore the attempts to get personal. They could dismiss it as the Droid’s cowardly babble. 

Phasma had already accused him of being broken. He’d be fixed soon enough. 

“You know her location,” He was running on assumptions. Dangerous assumptions. Data could be hacked, but the Force wouldn’t be useful with the golden droid. He had to know where she was. Had to. He could end all of this.

Somehow, he managed to raise his hand in a sharp motion without his fingers trembling, and the soldiers readied their weapons, the hostages cowering frantically.

“General Organa is your mother you insolent child!” C-3PO snapped back without thinking of the consequences. If there were any subtleties the droids didn’t catch them. All the droid could see was a foolish Ben Solo trying to insult his mother.

Although for being occasionally thick, C-3PO did catch the swift motion and the sudden sound of readying guns. “Oh dear.” It looked around. To play and fake it or to actually reveal. “Ben. Don’t do this Ben.” C-3PO locked eyes as best as it could. It’s own eyes looking at the slit in the mask.

“Fine. Take me with you. I’ll reveal. But I want to talk to only you. Unless you’d rather me…. well I remember this one time you….” C-3PO hinted at the fact that it would tell stories about baby Ben Solo in front of everyone. Yes, the droid was blackmailing the boy.

The dark clad creature didn’t move, although one could only assume his eyes were locked on the droid through the cover of his mask. Debating. 

Ends to a means. There was nothing this heap of scrap metal could do or say to stop him… humor the thing, and everything would work out.

It would be fine. 

“Load it onto my ship,” With that simple command, he lowered his hand, although the guns remained locked on the innocent bystanders as the Troopers grabbed the heavy droid by the arms to do as their commander said. 

Ren turned, stalking his way back toward the shuttle. They’d have their talk. He’d find out what he needed to know, and then dump the relic of a time long past on a sun somewhere.  Forget this ever happened.