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The Jawas were coming today, Luke remembered as he followed his aunt out of the kitchen. Uncle Owen had sloped off as soon as he'd finished eating, not to work but to make himself presentable, Luke now realized. Even with the Jawas it didn't do to look weak. Come to think of it, especially with the Sand People it didn't do to look weak.

'Luke, go and help your uncle with the droids.' Aunt Beru said. Luke nodded, happy that this year he was allowed to watch the line up of droids. Every other time he'd been kept hidden inside. Precautions, Owen called it. Luke called it a load of fuss over nothing. Hopefully this meant they trusted him more now.

As Luke exited the house, squinting slightly as the sun glared in his eyes, he heard aunt Beru call out. Hurrying over to the side of the pit that revealed the courtyard he nodded an affirmative as Beru shouted up to make sure that they got a droid that spoke Botchi. Then he turned to look at the Jawas.

A line of droids stood before the Jawa's crawler. A gold droid, still gleaming in the sun despite the tarnish of the sand, caught Luke's eye. His uncle Owen followed his gaze before going to address the golden droid. After a few moments of conversing, with uncle Owen getting more irritated by the second, the gold droid hurried over to Luke.

Trying to start up a conversation Luke politely asked 3-PO (Who had eagerly told him his designation) a few questions, which the droid answered in an over enthusiastic manner that got on Luke's nerves. A second droid, this one a red domed droid, was purchased by uncle Owen. However just after it had shuffled out of line, the top blew with a small explosion of smoke. Frowning Luke examined it. The motivator had gone for sure.

'The motivator's gone.' Luke told his uncle who turned an interesting shade of beetroot. 3-PO, seeing the problem leant over to Luke.

'My counterpart over there is in perfect condition.' Luke turned to look at the little droid 3-PO was pointing at. It looked very like B4. In fact, apart from their colours they were almost identical. He needed this droid, to figure out why B4 looked identical. Maybe someone had seen B4 and copied him? No, that was impossible. B4 was well hidden. Making up his mind, Luke called out;

'Uncle Owen! What about that one?' After a quick inspection that the little droid seemed to pass the droid was bumbling after Luke, beeping some nonsense chirpily. Luke took them down to the main work shed, where the sole oil bath of the farm resided. It was time to start clearing them up. 3-PO would shine. And maybe it would give him a better chance to examine the little droid, who 3-PO informed him was named R2D2.

He'd ask B4 later about his design, but Luke doubted B4 would know. After all, Luke didn't and he built B4. But something fishy was definitely going on and Luke was determined to find out exactly what.

Sorry that it's not exact but I can't find my copy of A New Hope.

So here marks the appearance of R2D2 and 3-PO. I just love them, always bickering. I might do a chapter later in one of them's POV.

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