Um… yeah, sorry it took forever to update. Darth School, Darth Real Life and lack of internet got in the way. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Your support is…well, great. On with the madness!
(By the way, please do imagine the scenery as mentioned in the story and film. Don't forget the scene in which Vader/Aira running around in Cloud City like a complete moron. Oh, to anyone who wondered about Aira's sister's age, she's not that young, but she's just very short.)
There is no harmony, there is chaos
Chapter 3
The only answer I got was blaster fire. Apparently, my appearance (or maybe my voice?) scared her. Agh, damn you, whoever you are, for designing this piece of crap! Eh, not that crappy if I'm not the one who's wearing it, I correct myself.
"Sidney!" I yell, running from the gang of protagonists. "Sidney, it's me, Aira! Come on, I won't eat you alive!"
The firing didn't cease, so out of impatience, I pull Vader's lightsaber from 'my' belt and pressed the ignition button. Ah, I've always loved the hum of lightsabers. STOP IT, IDIOT! GET SIDNEY! I yelled to myself. After that, I…um, well, it's embarrassing, really, and I must look incredibly stupid in the armor, but I run to the protagonists, swinging the 'saber wildly—I can't even see anything—before pulling R2-D2 (or Sidney) closer to me and running back to an empty (well, I suppose it is) room.
Cool, it is empty! Is the first thought that comes to my mind upon entering the stark-white room. Behind me, Sidney (I don't think the real Artoo would follow Darth Vader anywhere…) beeps something that sounds like a mixture of gratitude and fear.
"Sidney," I ask as friendly as the vocoder allows me. "Is that you?"
She beeps an affirmative. At last!
"I'm so glad you're safe," I reply, pulling her into a tight hug. Her domed head turns to the unlocked door worriedly. Aw, so adorable! I find myself smiling. Sidney beeps frantically, apparently trying to tell me that the sight of Darth Vader hugging an astromech droid isn't really… appropriate. "Oh, sorry, I'll lock it—though I don't have any idea how…" I say the latter part more to myself than to my sister.
Thank God the door's easier to lock than my house's. "Now what are we going to do?" I wonder aloud. My sister rolls to me and produces annoyed beeps, probably saying 'It's your fault. You're the one who looooooves the freaky Star Wars'. "Don't blame me!" I yell. "You're the one who said 'like you're Vader and I'm Artoo'!"
She rolled back fearfully—If she had been human, her eyes would've been wet with tears. I sighed. Once again, I realized the effect the vocoder gives my voice (and how my infamous temper affects her) much… too… late. I quickly stop myself from swearing, for her sake.
"Sidney…" my hand reaches out to her, "I'm sorry, Sidney, I didn't mean to!"
She rolls to the door and unlocks it with R2's metal claw. Her dome turns to me as if saying 'I'll never forgive you' childishly before leaving me alone, with the sound of my annoying breathing as my only company.
I apologize for the shortness of this chapter, it's a filler and I'm not that good at writing 'family interactions'. Give me some suggestions, maybe? Thanks and MTFBWY!
