A/N: I know I just posted the first chapter today, but I had all but one line written for this, and figured why not! So, to start off this A/N, I'm gonna explain what this fic is going to do. The point of this is to have RWBY watch the Original Trilogy as well as the new trilogies and stand-alones. The only movies I will disclude are the prequels and The Clone Wars. Thank you both for the positive feedback, I will continue this fic whether people read it or not!

Most of Team RWBY had returned to the couch, but Ruby herself had not. She was still in the small kitchen the lounge had, stocking up on strawberries and cookies. When she did return to the couch, she did it in a way that impressed even the Ice Queen. Ruby, without dropping her snack, vaulted over the back of the couch with her feet barely missing the top of Yang's head. And when she landed, she was sitting normally with her snacks in her lap. The other three gaped at the girl until she began to look for the remote. She soon spotted it on the entertainment center a few feet away. She sighed in frustration and began to get up.

"I got it." Blake told her, getting up herself and grabbing the remote. Why? Because let's be honest, we've all been in Ruby's position.

The Imperial Star Destroyer comes over the surface of the planet Tatooine, but it immediately cuts to Jundland, or "No Man's Land", where the rugged desert mesas meet the foreboding dune sea. The two helpless astro-droids kick up clouds of sand as they leave the lifepod and clumsily work their way across the desert wasteland. The lifepod in the distance rests half buried in the sand.

THREEPIO: How did I get into this mess? I really don't know how. We seem to be made to suffer. It's our lot in life.

"Poor guy." Yang said, surprising her teammates with her seemingly genuine sympathy for the bronze man.

Artoo answers with beeping sounds. THREEPIO: I've got to rest before I fall apart. My joints are almost frozen.

Artoo continues to respond with beeping sounds.

THREEPIO: What a desolate place this is.

Suddenly Artoo whistles, makes a sharp right turn and starts off in the direction of the rocky desert mesas. Threepio stops and yells at him.

THREEPIO: Where are you going?

A stream of electronic noises pours forth from the small robot.

THREEPIO: Well, I'm not going that way. It's much too rocky. This way is much easier.

"The right way is never the easiest." Ruby remarked before tossing a cookie into her mouth.

Artoo counters with a long whistle.

THREEPIO: What makes you think there are settlements over there?

Artoo continues to make beeping sounds.

THREEPIO: Don't get technical with me.

Artoo continues to make beeping sounds.

THREEPIO: What mission? What are you talking about? I've had just about enough of you! Go that way! You'll be malfunctioning within a day, you nearsighted scrap pile!

Threepio gives the little robot a kick and starts off in the direction of the vast dune sea.

"Don't be mean!" Ruby shouted at Threepio.

"Artoo is right." Blake said. "He needs to get those plans to the rebels so they can take infiltrate the Death Star."

"Doesn't mean they can be rude to each other!" Ruby countered.

"Both of you are right." Weiss said, ending the argument.

THREEPIO: And don't let me catch you following me begging for help, because you won't get it.

Artoo's reply is a rather rude sound. He turns and trudges off in the direction of the towering mesas.

THREEPIO: No more adventures. I'm not going that way.

Blake snorted. "Bilbo Baggins much?"

"Who?" Yang asked.

"It's a book."

"Oh."

Artoo beeps to himself as he makes his way toward the distant mountains.

Threepio, hot and tired, struggles up over the ridge of a dune; only to find more dunes, which seem to go on for endless miles. He looks back in the direction of the now distant rock mesas.

THREEPIO: That malfunctioning little twerp. This is all his fault! He tricked me into going this way, but he'll do no better.

"Artoo would never do that!" Ruby tried to say.

In a huff of anger and frustration, Threepio knocks the sand from his joints. His plight seems hopeless, when a glint of reflected light in the distance reveals an object moving towards him.

THREEPIO: Wait, what's that? A transport! I'm saved!

"What about your little buddy?" Yang spoke for Ruby this time.

The bronze android waves frantically and yells at the approaching transport.

THREEPIO: Over here! Help! Please, help!

The gargantuan rock formations are shrouded in a strange foreboding mist and the onimous sounds of unearthly creatures fill the air. Artoo moves cautiously through the creepy rock canyon, inadvertently making a loud clicking noise as he goes. He hears a distant, hard, metallic sound and stops for a moment. Convinced he is alone, he continues on his way. In the distance, a pebble tumbles down the steep canyon wall and a small dark figure darts into the shadows. A little further up the canyon a slight flicker of light reveals a pair of eyes in the dark recesses only a few feet from the narrow path. The unsuspecting robot waddles along the rugged trail until suddenly, out of nowhere, a powerful magnetic ray shoots out of the rocks and engulfs him in an eerie glow. He manages one short electronic squeak before he topples over onto his back.

"Oh no!" All four of them cried out. They were getting into this movie.

His bright computer lights flicker off, then on, then off again. Out of the rocks scurry three Jawas, no taller than Artoo. They holster strange and complex weapons as they cautiously approach the robot. They wear grubby cloaks and their faces are shrouded so only their glowing eyes can be seen. They hiss and make odd guttural sounds as they heave the heavy robot onto their shoulders and carry him off down the trail.

The eight Jawas carry Artoo out of the canyon to a huge tank- like vehicle the size of a four-story house. They weld a small disk on the side of Artoo and then put him under a large tube on the side of the vehicle and the little robot is sucked into the giant machine. The filthy little Jawas scurry like rats up small ladders and enter the main cabin of the behemoth transport.

"What are they doing?" Weiss mumbled.

"They're scavengers." Blake said. "Probably gonna sell him for scrap."

"Oh no!" Ruby cried out.

It is dim inside the hold area of the Sandcrawler. Artoo switches on a small floodlight on his forehead and stumbles around the scrap heap. The narrow beam swings across rusty metal rocket parts and an array of grotesquely twisted and maimed astro-robots. He lets out a pathetic electronic whimper and stumbles off toward what appears to be a door at the end of the chamber.

"Yep." Blake said. "Gonna get sold."

"While the other guy gets to be safe?" Ruby huffed.

Artoo enters a wide room with a four-foot ceiling. In the middle of the scrap heap sit a dozen or so robots of various shapes and sizes. Some are engaged in electronic conversation, while others simply mill about. A voice of recognition calls out from the gloom.

THREEPIO: Artoo-Detoo! It's you! It's you!

A battered Threepio scrambles up to Artoo and embraces him.

"Aw~." Yang cooed.

The enormous Sandcrawler lumbers off toward the magnificent twin suns, which are slowly setting over a distant mountain ridge.

"Two Suns?" Weiss asked. "No wonder it's so hot there."

"No kidding." Yang, of all people said.

Four Imperial stormtroopers mill about in front of the half- buried lifepod that brought Artoo and Threepio to Tatooine. A trooper yells to an officer some distance away.

FIRST TROOPER: Someone was in the pod. The tracks go off in this direction.

A second trooper picks a small bit of metal out of the sand and gives it to the first trooper.

SECOND TROOPER: Look, sir - droids.

"They're onto them!" Ruby exclaimed, worried for her droid "friends".