AN: I'm very, very, very, very sorry that it's been such a long time since my last update! After my trip to Creta, I started working as a flower saleswoman from six in the morning to seven in the evening, six days a week, meaning that the little free time I had, I spent sleeping. I worked there for the rest of the summer, and now school's staring and it's my last year, so I've been reeeaaaally bussy! Gomenasai! T_T
Anyway, now I'm back to writing, and I'll try to upload at least once every two weeks! :)
I'm really, REALLY thankful for all the good reviews I've gotten lately. You guys are what keep me going, and I hope you'll enjoy this chapter as well! :D

Now, I'd like to leave a small message to all of my french speaking reviewers: Merci pour tous vos merveilleux commentaires! Mon français est horrible, donc j'ai été en utilisant Google translate pour comprendre vos messages, c'est aussi ce que j'utilise pour écrire maintenant (comme vous pouvez le remarquer). J'espère que vous continuez à lire et profiter de cette histoire. Merci et sachez que je vous aime tous!

Warnings: Noodles and Firefly references

It awoke to the sound of voices.

The first was familiar; dark, rough, clearly annoyed and dangerous – this was obviously master Bane. For a second it made a spark of hope ignite and course through its electrical system, though it was quickly smashed by the reminder that he was the one that had put it in this ghastly place in the first place.

He really has no manners that man!

The second voice though, was a voice unfamiliar to it, and nothing at all like its master (nor the people he usually associated with)! Though it clearly was a male's voice, it had a sense of melody to it that Todo the second wasn't used to hearing.

He sounded… sweet. Really.

Really, really sweet!

Also; confused.

A little scared (really, Todo2 thought, this was only natural, considering his company).

And… disgusted?

What was going on out there?! What had happened during the last two weeks that Todo2 had been stuck in there, to make the stranger sound so close to gagging at the sight of Todo's precious ship?!

Filled to the brim with buzzing new energy, the small techno-servo droid/butler because Bane was an ass, tried to squirm itself out its make-do prison.

It rolled around, kicked its little legs, let out a growl of frustration and used its pathetically small arms to claw at the interior of the box – nothing that it hadn't tried before, but this entire situation was ridiculous and it was running out of ideas!

Slowly, it gathered up the energy into its damaged voice box to scream as loud as it could (not that it had helped in the past, for the first two days Todo2 had done nothing but screamed, until Bane had kicked it into the wall and its voice box had been partially fried) - but just as it let the scream out the ship started shaking violently, and then its voice was drowned by the familiar sound of roaring engines.

As the ship left the ground, Todo2 was sent rolling across the floor and smashed into the wall.

From the back of its mind, it could hear the stranger screaming in a strange, high-pitched voice that made it wonder if maybe it'd been mistaken and its master had brought a girl with him after all, as well as the sound of Bane laughing, happier than it could remember hearing him sound in years.

It spent the next five minutes flying across the floor, smashed mercilessly between furniture and walls until its mind was nothing but statics.

There was no reprieve from the abuse.

After what felt like an eternity, the ship finally slowed down and stopped shaking, meaning that they'd most likely had reached open space.

Moaning, Todo2 rolled over onto its back and tried to regain its senses.

If it had been human, it would have thrown up.

He could hear the voices again.

The stranger sounded angry.

"Fuck you!" He snarled.

Todo2 felt like agreeing, but found that its voice box was jammed, completely this time.

Feeling a wave of irritation rise within it, the techno droid cleared its throat and tried a whisper.

Not a sound was heard.

It tried again, harder this time.

Still nothing.

And then suddenly, for the first time in the two weeks that it'd been stuck in the box, Todo2 got scared.

Its master had forgotten about it.

If it couldn't speak, then there was no way for it to remind him of its existence, was there?

Would it have to spend the rest of its life trapped in this box, amongst moldy old Chinese food leftovers and darkness, lying on the floor of Ena-Rana until its batteries ran out?

Or would it be tossed out with the garbage, left on some trash planet where it'd get burned up in the fires – just another piece of trash, worthless, devoid of meaning?!

Filled with ever growing desperation; Todo the second tried to plead, tried to laugh, tried to scream and cry and curse, every failed attempt doing nothing but to fuel its fear.

Suddenly, it was feeling angry!

Angry at its master, that it'd served so loyally, angry at the stranger, that did nothing to help, angry at the box, for imprisoning it, angry at the ship – angry at the world, for being such a major pain in its metallic ass; what had it ever do to deserve such humiliation, such pain, such…

"WAAAAAAAAAAGH!" With a terrifying scream, Todo2 burst out through the Chinese takeout carton, covered from head to toe in moldy sour-sweet sauce, eyes glistening madly from below a wig of noodles.

The silence that followed was deafening.

Before its eyes, a middle-aged, brown haired, bearded human male stood, dressed in a pink frilly apron, a bonnet and a pair of yellow plastic gloves, staring at it, blue eyes wide with disbelief.

Todo2, not entirely certain what it should do in this situation, decided to stare back.

Then, a familiar voice spoke up from just behind it, breaking the chocked silence.

"So that's where I left it!"

Slowly, Todo2 turned around.

Its master was sitting in his usual seat by the controls, looking at the droid with nothing but mild amusement in his eyes, as if nothing had happened!

The sight was enough to send a new wave of anger coursing through it, and suddenly it was on its legs, for the first time in two weeks, and it was screaming out everything it'd thought while trapped in that hell of noodles and fried chicken.

"YOU MONSTER!" It screamed, feeling wild and rebellious and free. "YOU PUT ME IN A TAKEOUT CARTON TO SHUT ME UP AND THEN YOU JUST FORGET ABOUT ME?! AFTER ALL I'VE DONE FOR YOU, ALL THE TIMES I WASHED YOUR LAUNDRY, CLEANED YOUR BATHROOM, DUSTED YOUR HATS – THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?! HUH?! HUH?! HUUUUUUUUUUH?! YOU THINK THAT YOU CAN JUST TREAT ME HOWEVER YOU LIKE, DON'T'CHA?! THAT I'LL STAY WITH YOU WHATEVER YOU DO?! WELL I'VE GOT FEELINGS TOO! I'VE GOT HOPES AND DREAMS! AND THEY DO NOT! I REPEAT! THEY DO NOT INCLUDE PICKING UP YOUR TRAIL OF CANDY WRAPPERS ALL THE TIME BECAUSE YOU'RE TOO LAZY TO USE A TRASHCAN!"

Heaving long, heavy breaths for an appropriate amount of time, not because it needed to (it was a droid. Droid's don't breathe) but for dramatic effect, Todo2 closed its eyes and felt proud of itself. It'd actually stood up to Bane!

And not only that – it had said everything it wanted to say, and more!

Now if it'd just get this mess cleaned off of it, it'd finally be able to look itself in the mirror again.

As it opened its eyes though, it froze with fear.

Bane was glaring at it.

Bane

Was glaring

At it!

Feeling like a deer caught in the headlights, Todo2 looked deep into Bane's glistening red eyes and saw death staring back at it.

Well shit!

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

"So, Bane…" the stranger suddenly said, breaking the droid out of its trance and making it turn towards him. "This is your wife, I take it?"

If droids could blush, Todo2 would have gone beat-red then.

The human was smiling at them, teasingly at first, but when his eyes met Todo's it grew soft.

"I'm Ben Kenobi. Nice to meet you!"

The droid's non-existent heart skipped a beat.