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"Wake up kid." It was a metalic voice. Distorted. Wrong. George Valcron opened his eyes. The sight that befell him almost made him wet himself. A white helmeted something was right in front of his face. The helmet had an equally white body attached to it, making a perfect little robot person.
"Ahh!" He yelled, recoiling in suprise. He was in a very sandy room. A tent. Upon further inspection of his surroundings, George found that the tent/room was full of objects he didn't understand. He himself was in a bed. George suddenly awoke to a new sensation. He was hot. He was sweating. He looked around frantically for a few seconds and decided to address the robot man who had woken him up. "What the hell? Where am I? Why am I here? You got a glass of iced water!"
The Robot-man looked at him strangely, cocking his to one side. He clearly hadn't expected this kind of behavior. "No time to explain, just put these on," he said, showing George a pair of what looked like a pair handcuffs, but somebody had broken off half of each restraint rendering it useless. "Why?" he asked.
Robot man didn't like that. "Just put them on. If you get caught here we both die. We're in an imperial camp. I'll explain everything when we get out." Seeing that he was in a bad situation, George held out his hands, wondering who the hell this guy was trying to fool with his little "half-cuffs." After partially securing the cuffs to George's wrists, the white armored man pressed a button that was on the chain that held the cuffs together. A blue energy immediatly became the halves the cuffs had been missing. 'What the hell?' George thought. 'Cool.' It bewildered him. He'd never seen this type of thing before. 'Mabey it's magic?'
Armor Man had walked out after activating the handcuffs, but by the time George had gotten over the handcuffs he had returned with what looked like a gun. It kinda looked like a toy really, but after seeing what a useless pair of handcuffs had become, George didn't doubt for a second that he should shy away from it. This would have been fine if not for the fact that Mr. Roboto was now behind him with the gun practically digging into his back. "I'll tap your shoulder blades to tell you when to turn. If I stop, you stop. Don't pay any heed to what I say outside this tent. Got all that?"
George nodded, and exited the tent. The first thing he noticed was that they were in the middle of a desert. The sun was high in the sky, and while he didn't know how hot hell was, this place gave him a better idea. He had come out of a relatively small tent. Simmilar tents were scattered randomly around as far as he could see. Every once in a while there was a more exquisit tent, but this was hardly the scenery George was looking at. Hundreds of white armored people with guns that looked just like his mock captor's were spread around area. Some had orange shoulder cover things and were riding...what were they riding? George took a closer look, still walking in the direction the original Mr. Roboto were giving him. It looked like some kind of lizard, like a basalisk from his DND books or something. The big difference was that it only had four legs.
George had become so enthralled with the big lizard he had tuned out the now frantic jabs to his left shoulder blade by Roboto. He collided with a different white armored man. The armored man had to take a few steps back in order to steady himself, but George, who had been in his own world riding one of those large lizards, fell to the sand. Shit.
The Armored person who George had collided with had straightened himself and was now yelling George's "captor" (who will from here on out be refered to as Fred). "Damn it Fred, watch what your shit is doing won't you? What the fuck his this," he paused melodramatically, trying to find the right words,"Urchin doing inside the base anyway?"
"I caught the little basterd sneaking into our food supply," Fred furiously asserted,"I'm going to give him his just desserts." Fred's voice had dropped to a dangerous and pissed off tone. 'I really fucking hope he's just a good actor,' George thought.
This answer seemed to appease the other soldier, as he grinned (though nobody but he knew it) and looked down at George, who was just attempting to get to his feet. With a maniacal mechanical laugh, he kicked George back into the sand. "Not so sneaky now are ya you little bugger?" He laughed again and continued on the path he had been on before being oh so rudely interrupted.
"Ass," George whispered, finally managing to get to his feet. The rest of the "tour" of the imperial base was without incident. As night fell the tents started becoming less and less common, until they were no more. When the last tent was out of sight, Fred took off his helmat. He turned out to be extremely light white, as if he hadn't seen the sun in a while. 'Kind of like Curran' George thought. Fred had blue eyes and short red hair. He looked to be about 21.
"Alright kid, I'm sure you've got questions coming out of your ears, so shoot."
"OK, where am I? What country? How did I get here? The last thing I remember was in a grassy plane setting. What's happe-" George started, but Fred cut him off-"Hold on kid, one at a time."
George inhaled, exhailed, and was calm. "OK, where am I? What country?"
Fred frowned at this. "What do you mean by country? Tatooine doesn't have any oceans. So you don't live here then? I didn't think so. Clothing was to wierd."
"Tatooine? No oceans? What? What about Earth? And I have a terrific fasion sense thank you very much. Tracy McGrady is the shit. He was infact wearing a red #1 Houston Rockets Tracy McGrady jearsey, no undershirt, and black knee-length gym shorts.
"Earth? Now you're the one confusing me. It isn't in this star system. Is it a moon?"
"Star system!" George interrupted. He was starting to get frantic again. "What do you mean star system? This is a different planet? Where the hell did you find me?"
"You were unconcious in the sand when I found you. I thought you had died of dehydration, but you were fine, so I took you to base. As you saw however, you aren't welcome there. See those lights?" Fred indicated a distant, but very visible lights in the direction the sun had set. George nodded. "Alright, that's Mos Eisley. You go there. It should be safer than not being anywhere. You'd better go quickly, dust storms in this place are very dangerous. Find a place to stay. Oh yeah," he said, producing a sack from somewhere,"This is what you had on you when I found you. Good luck."
George took a final look at Fred. "Look man, I don't even know what your name is, but you helped me out a lot. Thanks a lot. If there was anything I could do to repay you..."
Fred blushed. "Don't worry about it. I know what it's like to be left high and dry in the desert. Hurry along now, you never know when the next sand storm will hit."
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And so George set off for Mos Eisley. What happens next? I don't know yet, tune in next time. RNR.