#Thanks for the reviews (if you sent them) and I still don't own the story of Star Wars or own any part of Star Wars. Here's chapter three so enjoy!

They then came to a halt after several minuets of arguing and all of them made their way of the mobile cargo type device and was forced to make a strait line where a girl wearing a baggy white shirt and white jeans with a older looking man who has no real importance, was examine them.

"so are you good at cleaning or you just a TV aril?" the girl said looking at C-3TO.

"I am a extremely well developed upgraded system that is programmed to check a ships controls and generators if you don't mind! I'm capable of decrypting and I know twelve different languages over the Galaxy," C-3TO said looking at her.

The girl scratched her head in confusion, "so what you mean is…? No, I don't really know what all that means," she said then left C-3TO and carried on down the line.

"Hey, uncle Bob! Why don't we get this one?" the teen girl said now looking at YM-CA.

"what ever just hurry up and pick one!" he shouted back. "and Hell, my names not BOB!"

"what names not Bob?" Hell asked looking at him.

"my names Uncle Derek," he said eyeing her.

"I know it is!" Hell said now looking confused.

"so then why do you keep calling me Bob?" he started.

"I don't!" she said looking back at the robots.

"well just hurry up and pick a robot and stop all this nonsense!"

"okay Uncle Bob!" she said then he gave her a evil stare. "I'll take this one then!" she said and dragged YM-CA out.

"we'll take that golden one to!" Uncle Derek said examining C-3TO.

"why? That one keeps talking and wont shut up," she said whining.

"We can use the spear parts," Derek said then they both took the robots back to the small hut.

Meanwhile back in the Princess star ship, the princess was in a cell waiting for the evil Alliance to send there top man to attempt to gather information out of her. She examined the room for a while but than gave up and sat in silence thinking about the last episode of Scrubs she had watched. Suddenly the door opened and two guards in the same suits with 'gay patrol' walked in. princess Emia looked through the door and saw a tall manish figure, in a black getup and a helmet type bucket over his head with a long black cape, talking to privet Coupland.

"wow! Well if you clean this Evil space station then I will pay you with the evil money that I evilly stole from the good people," he said then Private Coupland nodded and put on a house maids apron and began to dust with a duster that one of the guards had given him

"traitor," princess Emia hissed, eyeing the boy as he did a strange twirl while he cleaned.
The caped, bucket wearing man walked into Emia's cell and then began to laugh loudly.

"do you want to know what I'm laughing at princess?" he said in a odd voice as he began to make odd breathing noises.

"not really," she said looking board.

"oh, go on! just ask me," he said sounding sad.

"nope!" she said looking at the back of her hand like it was more interesting.

"that's not fair! go on just this once, please?" he begged.

"do I have to?" she said then he nodded happily. "why are you..."

"wait! let me come in again and then you ask! it'll make it more... Evil" he said raising his hands and trying to make them seem like claws then he ran out of the room.

He came in again then began to laugh again but Emia just sat there staring at him. He gave a small hand jester to say he was ready.

"why are you laughing?" she asked in a unimpressed tone.

"because my dear princess, I have control over your ship, captured your crew and are now going to get the whereabouts of the information that you have stolen from us! where is it my dear?" he said eyeing her.

"like I would tell you. You have a stupid fashion sense and you breath to heavily Mr... who are you again?" Princess Emia asked looking at him.

"we've been through this on countless amount of times. I am Daft Vador! and anyway! what's wrong with what I'm wearing?" he asked looking down at himself.

"oh come on! you have a bucket on your head..." she started.

"it's a helmet!" he argued.

"and your wearing you PJ's and a cape!" she said.

"if you must know, these are not my PJ's. My PJ's have cute but evil fuzzy blue rabbits on them. what I'm wearing right now is a highly advance armour system and I thought that the cape looked good! it's 100 polyester you know? going on, touch it," he said starting to wave his cape around with pride.

"what ever Bart Simpson," she said. "well your crap anyway!"

"what makes you say that?" he said looking at her.

"well you can't brag on about how well you captured the crew if your men captured them and you didn't even lift a finger," she said then he started to panic.

"your right! let them go! let them all go so I can capture them myself!" he screamed and then ran out of the cell but Billy stopped him.

"sir! she's trying to trick you..." Billy said.

"who's trying? you should be called 'Daft' Vador!" princess Emia said laying on a bench in the cell.

"my name is 'Daft' Vador. I knew I should have got a better name!" he said then began to whine.

"no sir, it's a lovely name. Don't listen to her. Why don't you go and set up the death star and prove how great you are," Billy said patting the evil man on the back for comfit and then Daft Vador nodded and then made his way out of the room talking to Billy.

"she called me stupid though!" he said as Billy tried to make him feel better.

Hell sat in her room with the two robots. She began to twiddle with YM-CA's drive and also tried to ignore C-3TO who was constantly talking.

"...so that's why were here!" it finished.

"that's great," Hell said struggling not to lob something at the annoying robot. "what are your names again?" she asked.

"for the last time, I'm Claire-3TO and that's YM-CAmy but you can just call us by our initials," C-3TO said getting frustrated.

Suddenly Hell jumped back as a bright blue light shone out through the robots eye and onto the floor. the shape of a female stood out with great detail and then Hell looked at it in amazement.

"who's that?" she asked but was interrupted by a females voice.

"... so you must help us Ant-Oni Kenobi," the voice said.

"is this some sort of recording YM-CA?" C-3TO asked.

"Ant-Oni Kenobi?" Hell said looking at the light.

"yeah. YM-CA keeps going on about this Ant-Oni. I have no idea who he is," C-3TO said in a robotic unimpressed tone.

"...so you must help us Ant-Oni Kenobi... so you must help us Ant-Oni Kenobi." it carried on.

"well I don't know anyone called Ant-Oni Kenobi but maybe she means Tony Kenobi, he's a old hermit who lives in the desert. but it's to late to go and find out because the bratty first years will have finished school and will be roaming the deserts, the fact that I'm a fat lazy idiot doesn't help much ever," Hell said then the two robots looked at her in confusion. "hey shut up! you two are robots and as so don't become fat and lazy! I think."

"on the contrary, I knew one robot on planet Endall who become fat and lazy. his boss Kirsta the mutt had to toss him away and use him as scrap parts!" C-3TO said.

"what ever! I'm getting rid of you speech box in the morning," Hell said getting annoyed.

"I'm afraid that that is quit a hard task for even the greatest of experts to do with out destroying my hole hard drive," C-3TO said.

"I know and I'm willing to take the risk," Hell said climbing into bed.

"oh, that's... nice," C-3TO gulped.

"Hell!" a voice shouted from the other room.

"coming!" Hell shouted back and then walked out of the room.

Hell came back after finding out that all her uncle wanted was to show her that a peach was going mouldy and then tried to make her eat it. She walked into the room where the two robot were suppose to be but all she saw was the large Gold one.

"please don't tell me that it ran off? Why wasn't it you?" Hell said annoyed.

"sorry master but I couldn't stop YM-CA! It ran off and…" C-3TO said on.

"shut up," Hell said then ran out side. "dame! It's to dark. I cant go after him till morning… I'm so dead," she turned round and started to make her way inside. "just to tell you, I'm going to blame it all on you!"