Memoirs of An Astro Droid
Or
The World According to Artoo
Part of the Omniverse Project
By Benji: The Vampire Confuser

WARNING! WARNING! SPOILERS FOR EPISODE THREE WITHIN.

I am not George Lucas and cannot claim credit for any characters or situations contained herein. Hopefully I will be forgiven for this imposition.

Prologue

A Long Time Ago, In a Galaxy Far, Far Away…
There came a time of revolution, when rebels challenged a tyrannical empire. A republic has fallen, to be replaced by a malignant dictatorship. A promising Jedi Knight has fallen to the Dark Side and aides those he once thought to fight against. His wife has died giving birth to twins. The children were hidden away in the far corners of the galaxy.
And one droid witnessed it all.

Sometimes it bothered him a little. Threepio's memory being wiped. Well that wasn't true, it bothered him a lot, and quite often. And not just the fact that his best friend had been, well, violated in such a way. Padme and Anakin had always treated both him and Threepio with respect. Not just a as servants, but as friends. But with one casual order; "Have the protocol droid's memory wiped." Half of the gold plated prissy droid's life had been stripped away. Bail Organa hadn't given it a second thought.

Maybe it had been for the best, Threepio wasn't good at not talking, and it was possible he'd let slip the secret of the twins.

That was the other thing that bothered him. Artoo had witnessed it all, Anakin's rise and fall, Luke and Leia's births. Anakin had been, next to Threepio, his best friend. Through peace and war, good times and bad, they'd been there for each other. And then he was gone. And the only one who might understand how he felt, who was still around anyway, he couldn't talk to about it.

They had plenty to talk about however. After leaving Alderaan they'd had quite a few adventures, always managing to stick together. During those years, Artoo often wondered how Leia and her brother were faring. So it was with great pleasure, as well as surprise that Artoo found himself once more in the service of the royal family of Alderaan.

As a rule, most droids do not believe in fate. Destiny and such things were abstracts that did not compute for a mechanical mind. But the astro droid could not help but think that there might be more this event than mere coincidence.

"R2-D2 is more than capable Leia." Bail told his adoptive daughter. "He also has a history with General Kenobi. If anyone can convince Obi-Wan to come out of hiding, he can."

She looks just like her mother. Artoo thought sadly. He knew, in theory how non-droids saw the world. Their vision was largely based on colors, and most saw only in one spectrum of light. So whether or not they would see the strong resemblance between the two or not, he did not know. But to his sensors, they were identical. Nearly. The bone structure especially. Certainly there were elements of her father as well, but the way she held herself, the chemical makeup of her hair, all her mother.

"Artoo," Threepio admonished, "Stop staring, it's not polite."

"Oh like she can tell I'm staring." Artoo retorted. "She's grown, that's all. Last time we saw her she was just a little human. Even shorter than me."

"Yes," Threepio agreed. "It's amazing how fast they grow."

The Tantavi IV was an exact Copy of the Tantavi II, the ship that had taken them to Alderaan in the first place, so many years ago. A droid typically does not get a chance to learn much about human concepts as art, and poetry. But Artoo had gone nearly 30 years without a memory wipe. And the ship, the girl, the secret mission, it all just felt…right to him.

"Come along Artoo." His counterpart said. "It's time to go."

Yes it certainly was. Artoo couldn't wait to see where they would wind up.

To Be Continued…