Disclaimer: I am not George Lucas. I AM GEORGINA LUCAS! HIS LONG LOST SISTER! AND I INTEND TO TAKE OVER HIS ENTERPRISES AND STEAL EVERYTHING HE HAS DEVELOPED OVER THE YEARS! Oops did I say that out loud? Never mind people, I am an innocent little girl who does not own Star Wars or anything else that you recognize. Please don't sue me.
A/N: Oh, and Hellooo was not responsible for the disclaimer. That was from the disturbing mind of the author's sister (Kaeldra, see prequel to this story) who is typing this for her and feels like editing her disclaimer just because there's NOTHING SHE CAN DO ABOUT IT. MOOWAHAHA!! TODAY, HELLOOO'S FIC, TOMORROW THE WORLD!! *CACKLES MADLY* Anyway, now back to the story…
R2-D2's Dust Bunny Adventure
A/N: By Hellooo, edited by Kaeldra (better known as the author's sister, wielder of the Frying Pan Of Doom DUN-DUN-DUN). Mind you, Kaeldra's not writing it, just typing it and messing with the author notes/ disclaimers.
Luke and Leia had packed a small backpack of necessary supplies each, including a can opener, and then headed down to the bomb shelter.
It wasn't a hurricane.
It wasn't a bomb.
It wasn't a tornado.
It wasn't even the Frying Pan of Doom (Dun-Dun-Dun)
It was far worse than all of these combined.
That's right; the greatest horror anywhere in the galaxy.
Han was cleaning out his desk.
C-3PO and Chewie had backed off ("Are you sure this is safe R2?") and were watching the bold and fearless R2-D2 as he slowly opened the door. What he saw nearly made him short-circuit. Han's room was… there was no other word for it. It was… a dumpster. Han was practically swimming in junk. He waded over to R2 through a sea of old papers and dust.
And the reason he was cleaning out his desk? Because Han had just remembered that a dying genius had entrusted him with his greatest secret decades ago. Han, being young and immature, had stuck it in his desk. However, now the New Republic needed this super-weapon, and Han had to find it. Unfortunately, it was about the size of a paper clip.
The fate of the New Republic was in the hands of Han's ability to keep organized.
In other words, it was doomed.