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Category: I'm not at all sure, but it's an AU, h/c, angst, and
POV.
Yeah, I think that's all.
Rating: G, I guess. Nothing happens here.
Warning: I'm sure I'm not following Canon somewhere. After all,
I'm not all that familiar with anything in this universe
besides the movies, the comic adaptation and what I have been
reading here.
Spoilers: A lot for TPM. In fact, it happens right after the
ending
Summary: C-3PO reflects about the turns his life has taken ever
since the Jedi took Anakin from Tatooine.
Disclaimer: Everything here belongs to George Lucas, who is
god. And I'm not making any money out of this... so it would
really be pointless to sue me for it.
Content: Q/O.
Feedback: I love it. It's inspiring... and if anyone would have
time to detailed feedback, I would really appreciate it.
Master Fett is with his prisoner again, and I've been waiting
for him outside the cell as he ordered me to.
He bought me in Tatooine, not much longer after Master Anakin
and Mistress Shmi left the planet with the Jedi Knight.
I'm afraid I cannot remember the details of my sale, as I was
shut off during most of the time. But I know that something is
not right. Master Anakin promised me that I would not be sold,
that I would stay in Tatooine during all my useful years.
Even when my joints are no longer stiff thanks to the sand and
Master Fett finished my construction... I miss my young Master
Anakin.
I risk a glance at the cell, not quite seeing Master Fett's
prisoner...
I know he is human, and that Master Fett either captured him or
bought him in Tatooine, but that's all. He is an important
prisoner, as Master Fett seems somewhat concerned for his
welfare.
"Get in there, and don't move until he has eaten something!"
Master Fett yells as he leaves the cell, pacing furious.
I do not dare to risk his wrath, and obey immediately.
"Master Fett says you must eat. " I say, not quite looking at
the chained human. But he pays no attention to the food trail
I'm carrying, so I have to sit at his side and turn to see him.
If he doesn't eat, Master Fett will focus his rage on me. And
I'm very sensitive to pain, regardless of the opinion of my
human companion.
But I cannot believe my visual circuits when they recognize
him. "Master Kenobi?" I ask, wondering why the young Jedi is
here in chains. I knew him briefly, when he and his Maser Jinn
arrived to Mistress Shmi's house, and I supposed that he had
left Tatooine with them. They struck me as belonging together.
He looked at me, weary. It's one of the main troubles that
human beings have. They can't last much time without sustenance
or rest. He blinked once, probably not recognizing me.
Goodness! Probably no sentient being who had known me in
Tatooine would have recognized me. My finished gold plate
covers my parts and gives me a more distinguished appearance,
more adequate for a Protocol 'Droid as I am. And as Master
Kenobi doesn't show any sign of activity, I prompt myself for a
reintroduction. I'm eager to know more about what happened
while I was deactivated. "I am C-3PO, we meet in Tatooine, in
my maker's house... young Anakin Skywalker. I'm sure you must
remember him, after all, he went with you to train to become a
Jedi..." I trail off as his eyes flicker with hurt. Not that I
fully understand inner pain. I only have the briefest and
unpleasant experience with physical distress, so I do not have
enough data to be absolutely sure that it was hurt what Master
Kenobi was experiencing. Still, I decided that it would be
better if I kept silent. I did not leave, of course, as Master
Fett's orders were very clear. After minutes of silence, he
whispered something that I did not quite got.
"I beg your pardon?" I asked, absolutely certain that my
question would be ignored.
"Anakin and his mother must be in Corcusant now." Master Kenobi
had his sight fixed in the farthest wall. Probably because
humans have never thought of droids as more than commodities.
"You are saying that as if it was a bad thing." I was not
lying. His voice was clearly distressed, and any sensor could
pick it up. But he looked at me as if my circuits had burned
themselves. I could see dark lines under his eyes, clear sign
of exhaustion.
"You wouldn't understand... droids cannot understand
loneliness." He finally said, with a very odd looking smile in
his lips. Probably a self pity human expression.
But I cannot help but feel wounded by his comment. Droids are
machines, but so are live organism. Any sentient being can
feel, even if some are programmed to. "Perhaps you are right,
Master Kenobi." I say, harsh and uncaring. "We cannot
understand loneliness or abandonment as humans do. We do not
feel lost or confused when we are being sold and go from one
master to another, even if the new master tortures us or makes
us do task for which we were not constructed. We do not feel
angry to be discarded as junk as soon as a new model is
developed. But perhaps I am being too harsh with my sarcasm,
and I am hurting your feelings. Then again, I would not know.
Nobody worries about upsetting a droid." He blinks again, and
then he picks up the fork in his food tray, barely nibbling his
food. "I'm sorry. I'm sure that Anakin and his mother are in
good hands. Probably he misses you."
After that, he did not spoke again. He ate quietly and barely
acknowledged my departure from the cell. Apparently, I really
had somehow hurt his feelings. I thought I could
apologize later. I was returning to my duties when I saw Master
Fett talking with someone else. A dark holographic image,
hidden under a black cloak. "The Jedi Apprentice will be your
as soon as you pay the price." Master Fett was saying, and the
hooded figure nodded. "I will capture the Master after giving
you the boy."
I try not to pry in human's affairs, or eavesdrop. It is a very
rude habit that I try not to encourage in my fellow units.
Still, I stayed. I must confess that I felt very curious
regarding Master Kenobi's final destination. It could very
easily be worse than this.
"My Apprentice will be waiting in the designated Meeting Point.
He will make sure that you receive your payment, mercenary."
The voice of the holographic image quivered with something very
much alike the hate that Master Fett holds for everything
organic. "And remember, we want him alive, not unharmed."
Oh, my.
That cannot be good for Master Kenobi.
In any other circumstance I would have ignored this
conversation in it's entirely, erase it from my memory circuits
and leave it at that.
However, Master Anakin is with the Jedi... and I am very sure
that Master Jinn must be searching for Master Kenobi. The Jedi
did not seemed to approve any kind of organic beings' slavery,
so he certainly must be concerned about Master Kenobi's
situation.
And maybe if the Jedi free Master Kenobi, I will return with
Master Anakin.
I wait until Master Fett returns to his quarters and all the
other droids are occupied somewhere else before heading to the
communications ports.
After all, my main function is communications and I'm fluent in
a million languages.
I pause for a moment, wondering what message will be more
effective. I'm using the same frequency as the Naboo, since I
remember quite clearly the small R2 unit that accompanied the
Jedi. D2 was under the orders of the Naboo Queen, so I suppose
it will be the easier and fastest way to reach Master Jinn.
The words of the message are quite clear, and if it reaches
them, they will hurry. Of that, I can be quite certain.
After the signal has been sent, I return to my normal duties, I
do not want to appear as suspicious. Now, it is the Jedi's turn
to act and arrive before we reach the Meeting point, and I
loose contact with Master Kenobi.
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