Twisted Past

Author: Tro-Ensha

Summary: Hundreds of years have past since the Star Wars Universe we have come to love. Records have been misread, history has been twisted. It takes a lonely historian and the hero you'd least expect to set facts straight.

Side Notes: Here's the second chapter. I'm going to try to get more dialogue in, and maybe some action. But later. Warning... many quotes from the original trilogy and so forth.

Disclaimer: Star Wars is not mine, it belongs to Movie Master George Lucas, but characters made up are actually mine, blablabla, yadayada, you must get it by now.


Chapter 2: And It All Comes Rushing In

"Where am I?"

The droid had spoken. Dyne had hoped for the best, and knew he had succeeded when he saw the lights in the droid's eyes light up. He KNEW he had his link to the past. But when that robot spoke, when it turned to look at him and ask him an intelligent question, it was then, that he felt joy rushing up his body, making tingling sensations throughout. And instead of answering the question, Dyne just smiled, and he knew it to be a boyish smile, one befitting for a child more less than half his age.

"Oh dear," the droid said. "I believe you do not speak Basic. Might I inquire what language you speak?"

Dyne stared blankly for a few seconds, then brought back his 'historian demeanor' and answered the question.

"I... I speak your lagua..age." Oh by the gods did he sound stupid, Dyne thought to himself. He could speak Basic as well as the droid, but that rush of joy seemed to have destroyed all of the knowledge that Dyne had built up.

"That is delightful, sir. And by the way, sir, who are you, and why am I like this?"

"Because, well..." and in pure frustration of not being able to speak Basic, Dyne muttered in his native language.

And strangely enough, the droid answered back in the native language! "That is a rude thing to say sir! But if you prefer, I can understand everything you're saying, and you may speak as you usually do."

He understood, Dyne thought. "Y... you understand what I'm saying?"

"Well of course sir. I am C-3PO, human-cyborg relations. I can speak over 6 million forms of communication sir, and can also rea-"

Dyne stood in amazement and walked up close to Threepio, staring almost eye to eye, barely 1 inch away from each other.

"You can do more?"

"Why certainly. My first function was... I mean not to be, shall I say, egotistical, but have you not heard of me? Of who I am and what I've been through?"

"You've been through much?"

"Oh yes, sir. I don't see how I've survived at all. (WARNING: Original Trilogy text used here!) What with the Rebellion and all, and the Yu-"

"You know of the Rebellion against the Empire?" Dyne couldn't believe it. A working droid from the past, AND it knew about the Rebellion and the Empire. How could it get any better?

"Excuse me sir, but how do you not?"

"It's been over three hundred years since your time. Everyone you knew then, has been long ago dead."

~*~

Threepio couldn't believe the... well, MADNESS of the person in front of him.

Dead? Master Solo? Mistress Solo? Little Jaina and Jacen? As those thoughts went through Threepio's new body, he immediately thought that automatic response was absurd. Master Jacen and Mistress Jaina were far older, they were almost of the age their parents were, when they were brought into this war nonsense. But if this man is true to his word, they are all older than he realized. They're dead. But their NOT dead. This man can't be telling the truth.

Can he?

"You sir, are crazy. You may have fallen on your head as a child. I will not believe the nonsense which comes out of your mouth!" What's wrong with me? Thought Threepio. What has gotten through me? The protocol droid checked his databank for the words best fitting for what he was right now. And the end query scared him. They were words usually used to desrcibe organic, sentient being.

Scared. Confused. In Denial. Fear.

And right there, Threepio observed, he had done another thing organic. He had insulted a person. Threepio KNEW he wasn't supposed to do that, but he practically had. Maybe being with Master Solo was rubbing off on the droid... but there's NO way a protocol droid could bring itself to harm an organic being, even if it is with an insult.

"Now, as I may, I will leave this wretched place and locate Master and Mistress Solo."

"Bu... but..." the man spoke.

And Threepio was standing up, walking. Well, not walking. He was teetering. And the ground came rushing up to meet him.

~*~

The droid just told you off you fool of an Agrias! The words were crazy, bouncing in his head, going in and out every ear, as if echoing just to add an extra slap. Dyne couldn't believe it. Droids were NOT supposed to be like this. They were supposed to be loyal to organics. But this one... it was different. Maybe it wasn't. But, no matter. The droid had fallen and Dyne acted on the urge to help the droid that calls itself C-3PO.

~*~

The ground seemed to fall back down as Threepio was lifted by the crazy man. Threepio did his best to do it himself, but he couldn't.

"How come you aren't using your knees?"

How absurd! I don't have- then Threepio looked down. He was in a new body... of course! And you can bend your knees! How convenient. He took a moment to open up the specifications of his new body, and found it to be as fully agile as any human. I shall not be cursing my metal body any longer, Threepio mused, as he got to his feet.

"I'm sorry, SIR. And I use the word 'sir' loosely. In my, previous state, my joints were not as they are. I may need some time to adjust."

The man nodded, and as Threepio got used to these changes, he ran... he RAN! No more having to have Master and Mistress Solo slowing down for the likes of a protocol droid. Running was a new experience, and gave Threepio another flutter. He had been experiencing alot of those lately.

And another flutter was on the way.

Outside the building.


A/N: This time I tried not to describe so much and bring in dialogue. I think I've succeeded. Please review and tell me what to improve, what not to improve, what is needed, etc.

~Tro-Ensha