A/N: Hey, people! Guess who's back! The fabulous me! Review. Or I'll beat you up. 333 Caroline

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"Lord Vader, will you get Master Yoda off my face?"

Silence greeted this seemingly innocuous question. Vader was assessing the damage. "It seems I should not have left you two alone," he finally said.

He was right. Their messy half-assembled lightsaber handles lay among a scattering of parts, and glue dripped from every crevice. Some parts had stuck to the handles because of this dripping glue. This was a disaster, even before the camera panned to where the two girls were. Anna and Caroline were guilty of grave misuse of superglue. Not only were they stuck to each other in several places, Anna's eyes were stuck closed, her hair was cemented to her forehead, as was Caroline's, and a Master Yoda beanie baby was attached to Caroline's cheek. An Admiral Piett action figure was glued to Anna's right arm.

Vader turned and walked out after his assessment. When he returned, he had a posse of med droids with him.

"No way," Caroline said. "Get those away from me."

"What?" Anna asked.

"Med droids."

Anna shrank back as far as she could, which was about half an inch.

"What is your objection to the medical droids?" Vader inquired coolly.

"We read Dark Lord."

"We know what they did to you."

"I don't want to wind up in a plastic suit."

Vader would've raised an eyebrow, if all the hair on his body hadn't been burned off. "You would rather have a Piett doll attached to you? Forever?"

Eventually, they decided to go ahead with what was ominously called the Procedure.

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Four horizontal metal surgical platforms simultaneously inclined to vertical. One platform had Anna, one Caroline, one Master Yoda, and one Admiral Piett. Anna and Caroline realized where they were, glanced at each other, and in unison said, "Where is Padme? Is she safe, is she…all right? I'm afraid she died...it seems in your anger, you killed her. I couldn't have! She was alive! I felt her! She was alive! It's impossible! No!" Then they burst out laughing. It was lucky for them that Vader was nowhere around.

It was here, also, that they had their first experience with the Force. A med droid was looking at them disapprovingly. They decided that they should try to reduce it to spare parts. Caroline tried, and nothing happened. Anna tried, and a couple of screws rattled loose. Then they had a brilliant epiphany.

Work together.

First, Anna tried to compress it, and Caroline tried to make it explode. Then, they realized what the other was doing and switched. Eventually, though, they managed to make the droid go boom.

Now who was disapproving?

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Caroline cleared the droid's head off one of the counters and sat on it. "We're behind schedule, you know."

"Oh, yes. Where should we be now?"

She pulled a sheet of paper out of her pocket and consulted it. "Let's see…three chapters of adventures and general annoyance, 5 or more chapters of friendship with Vader, 4 or more chapters of him falling in lurve with one of us, 6 or more chapters of jealousy and torrid affairs 2 chapters of a new man arriving on the scene, and 7 or more chapters of jealousy and torrid affairs. Then one chapter of depression and death, and an epilogue of happiness."

"Oh, we're several chapters over on our adventures."

"And I think he'd rather kill us than love us."

"And I'm pretty sure he'd rather die than have torrid romance with either of us."

"And who would the new man be? Palpy?"

"Palpy?"

Caroline held her hand to her heard and said in an overdramatic voice, "He is all powerful, yet there is something he lacks. Can one girl redeem the fallen Emperor and show him the true meaning of love?"

They laughed, then threw the droid's body parts at each other.

Later, though, they had a long serious discussion. 5 months was long enough for them to be annoyances. They had gotten a major wake-up call about a week earlier, when Anna had overheard some troopers talking about Order 67—to toss them out of an airlock at Vader's command.

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A/N: I know it's a short chapter, but I'm in French, and the bell's about to ring.