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Two Trusty Droids

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On the Second day of Christmas, the Clone Wars gave to me—Two trusty droids.

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It was late at night in the Jedi Temple, but the light was still burning in Ahsoka's quarters. She'd been hard at work now for hours and was still stumped.

"Urgh!" She rested her forehead in her palms. "It can't be this hard to find a present!"

There was a concerned toodle from the corner and R2 rolled out from the shadows, nudging Ahsoka's thigh as she sat in front of her desk. Ahsoka forced a smile and patted the astromech on its dome.

"I'm alright, Artooie, just at a bit of a loss."

R2 beeped again, sounding for all the world like an organic that wanted to hear more rather than a droid.

"I wanted to get the men of Torrent something special for midwinter," Ahsoka explained. "But I haven't the faintest idea what to get for a hundred and fifty-odd men." She sighed.

R2 trundled over the desk's computer terminal, extended his scomp link and plugged in. The holodisplay above Ahsoka's desk started flashing up with images of various items that R2 suggested; coats, scarves, droid lubricant oil…

Ahsoka raised an eyebrow. "R2!"

The astromech's whistle sounded almost contrite, making Ahsoka laugh. "Don't worry, R2. I'm sure I can organise a trip to the droid spa for you."

Ahsoka flopped back onto her mattress and stared at the ceiling. "I still just don't know what to get them. After all, it's not like they'd be interested in the latest holonovel or socks. Everything I can find about midwinter celebrations on the HoloNet makes me think that Coruscant just isn't the same as Alderaan. On Alderaan, it would be snowy right now, but Weather Control has us scheduled for sunny days for the next few months."

R2 chuckled in his funny electronic way and Ahsoka sat bolt upright.

"You're kidding!"

The little droid made a rude noise. Ahsoka rushed over and knelt down to give him a massive hug. "I'm sorry, R2! I didn't mean it like that!"

Mollified, R2 whistled at her and Ahsoka beamed. "Thanks so much. You're the best, Artooie!"


"I say, R2, are you sure we are allowed to be in here?"

The blue and white astromech just whistled and kept going along the non-descript grey durasteel corridor, forcing Threepio to clatter after him.

"R2-D2! I demand that you answer me! You're going to get us both into trouble."

R2 halted in front of a solid door with a forbidding looking electronic lock. It failed to budge. The astromech backed up a bit and tried again. The door stayed shut. R2 went over to the computer terminal, muttering darkly as he plugged in and started slicing the door controls.

Threepio finally caught up with his smaller compatriot and tapped R2's dome in admonishment. "It's no wonder that I am with Miss Padme and you are on the front lines with such language!"

The door slid open, lights flickering into life and Threepio stared at the vast cavern that was suddenly revealed. The room was huge, the ceiling looming far above and the bottom vanished into blackness. A narrow catwalk extended to a central platform that was ringed with consoles and terminals. R2 headed for the computers. "R2! R2!" Threepio cried. R2 kept going.

Reluctantly, the golden protocol droid tottered after his friend, fretting the whole time. "We'll be dismantled for sure, not even Mistress Padme will save us this time if we're caught, and it'll be all your fault, R2!"


Ahsoka had just finished up her half of the preparations when R2 and Threepio returned.

"Done!" She announced. "How did you two get on?"

"Well if you must know…" Threepio started.

R2 beeped an affirmative.

"Thanks buddy!" Ahsoka grinned. "I can't wait to see what the guys think of this."


Short snippet, and yes, I am being deliberately cryptic, I'm lovely that way. As for what are R2 and Ahsoka up to? Find out next snippet ;)

In a shameless self-plug, if you've enjoyed this story, I encourage you to check out my on-going story "Firefight" which is an action/adventure featuring my clone OC's.