Everyone's R2 unit facing off against the SKywalker's defender droid, Nanna. Guess who started it?

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Ben stood his ground, a hand resting on the top of R2-D2's dome. He and the little droid were glaring up a large redesigned YVH1 defender/nanny droid his parents had called Nanna. She stared down at him smiling pleasantly, or at least seemed to—frankly, she just creeped Ben out.

Ben had taken up a position behind the little droid. "I don't need you, I have Artoo."

R2 whistled shrilly, toddling back and forth on his legs.

"Well, aren't you a feisty one?" Nanna said, bending down to look on him.

The astromech blew a raspberry at and positioned itself to ram at the YVH1's legs. Nanna, more flexible than his usual counterpart 3PO, reached down and position her arms to stop him.

"Stop this!" She demanded. "You cheeky little unit."

"Hey, you can't talk to Artoo like that!" Ben objected, scowling.

R2 circled to Nanna's left, release his zapper extension.

The other droid regarded him stoically.

"I see. If that's how you want it, I see you're unstable and a threat to young Master Ben."

Nanna was about to bring about her blaster cannon, when Luke Skywalker's voice rang out.

"What is going on in here?" He asked, looking from Ben to Nanna to R2.

The Jedi Master gaped at Nanna's partially retracted blaster cannon.

"Nanna, explain this." He demanded.

"I have assessed that this droid has a serious malfunction, Master Skywalker. His programming must be I error."

Ben hollered, "There's nothing wrong with Artoo. You're the one with the problem." He turned to his father. "She's trying to bully Artoo. Make her stop."

Luke heaved a sigh. "Nothing is error with his programming. Retract your blaster cannon, Nanna." He commanded the defender droid.

"Master Sky-"

"Nanna. Retract."

"As you wish." She did so then turned to regard Luke. "As you know I was just following my programming to protect young Master Ben."

Mara interjected: "Come to us next time, if you're having a problem with Artoo."

"Yes, Mistress, of course." Nanna then turned aside.

Mara turned to her son. "Now, what's this about? Why are you giving Nanna a hard time?"

"She's trying to boss me and Artoo around."

"No," His father corrected. "She's trying to protect you."

"I don't need protection from Artoo." Ben said, sounding exasperated. "Artoo's my friend."

"Oh really?" This came from both his parents.

'Since when…' Mara sent to her husband.

'Stang if I know.' He responded with a minute shrug.

As if sensing his parent's internal conversation, young Ben rolled his eyes and patted the droid's dome. "Come on, Artoo. Let's get you cleaned."

Luke's eyes shot back to wife. Cleaned? He mouthed.

His son was, of course, oblivious as he and the little R2 unit continued on their merry way.

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