Little Anakin Solo awoke to the horrific realization that his favorite protocol droid was not hovering at his bedside. Terrified, the little boy scampered into the hall, were he almost bumped into his sister Jaina.
"Jaya, where's Mr. Threep?" asked Ani. Jaina looked guiltily at him.
"He's, uh, well, maybe you'd better come see for your self." Suspicous, Anakin followed his sister to the living room, were her guilty looking twin brother stood in front of the couch. The reason was apparent.
See-Threepio, human cyborg realations, lay on the couch, severed golden head in his golden hands. Anakin gasped.
"Jasa! What did you do to Mr. Threep?" he exclaimed. Jacen winced.
"It was an accident! Jaina and I were screwing around with Mom's lightsaber…"
"Hey! Leave me out of this!"
"…and I, er, dropped it." Anakin looked shocked.
"So you not only tilled him, but you detapitated him?" squeaked the little Solo. Jacen swallowed nervously.
"Well, like I said, it was an accident, and…." But Jaina cut him off with a glare.
"Leave it, Jacen," she growled. Then, in a kinder tone, she comforted the now sobbing Anakin.
"Don't worry, Ani. I'll take care of you. 'Cause I'm five, and you're only three."
"Three and a half!"
the end