Chapter 8: "Help, I'm trapped in this Body!"

Reeve stood up and brushed the sand off of himself. Sand? He did not recall being in a sandy area. He looked around. There was desert as far as the eye could see. He felt like something was wrong, he was shorter than usual. He looked down at his paws. Paws!?! He was in the wrong body! And not just any body! He was in the mechanized body of his puppet, Cait-Sith! "Whaa!!" he yelled

He paced around nervously wondering what to do, screaming occasionally, trying to figure out what happened. He plopped down and squirmed as he thought. He started to recall. There was a huge explosion and his body was engulfed in flames. The green light of the life stream took him from his body and he looked back to see his burning corpse. He traveled through the planet till he caught site of Cloud and his friends and his puppet, all being engulfed by the Life Stream. His disembodied consciousness had headed straight for the puppet. Everything had gotten blurry and Reeve had blacked out.

"What!!! I'm in Cait-Sith's body? How the hell? This is shit! Auugghhh!" he cried.

Okay, he was a bit calmer now. He sat down to mull the situation over. As he sat he heard a strange call "Aeiiya." He looked around to see a small hooded man with glowing eyes. The midget had a large bulky weapon in his hands. "Aeit." Said the man.

"Who the hell are you? Can't you see I'm in contemplative thought?" the funny man looked at him in a strange manner and raised his weapon. Reeve felt he was threatened. With his new agile body, he jumped high in the air and extended his foot. It came down sharply on the person's head.

"Ha!" exclaimed Reeve.

He heard more strange cries. He looked around. He was surrounded by more strange men all of them holding weapons. He covered his nose. He could smell through the puppet now and these people smelled awful. "Ah, hell!" He jumped up again to tackle one of them in the face but he fired his weapon and in a flash of blue lightning, Reeve fell to the ground unconscious.

Reeve awoke in darkness. He looked around and saw machine parts everywhere; some of them were working robots. He looked for what appeared to be a door. "Help! Let me out!" he shouted as he banged his fists on the door.

"They never will." Said the dreary voice of a gray humanoid robot beside Reeve. He lifted his head from the ground and looked at him. "They need us to make a profit."

"What, I'm gonna be sold like some piece of metal?" asked Reeve shocked.

"And not only that," said the robot sadly. "They usually capture us again. This is the third time I've ended up in one these sand crawlers. I've had some bad masters but these Jawas treat us droids like rubbish I tell you."

So those weird things were Jawas but a droid? "What's a droid? " asked Reeve.

The robot let out a small, mechanized chuckle. "What do you mean 'what's a droid'? We are droids, or have your data banks been erased?"

So droids were robots. "But I'm not a droid." Insisted Reeve. "I'm a human trapped in this body."

"I see you have been damaged by the Jawas as most of the rest of us." The droid looked down and was silent.

Reeve crawled on top of the white and blue dome of one of these droids that appeared to not be working and went to "sleep". Reeve didn't know how much time had passed and was beginning to wonder of the bumpy ride would ever cease until finally a latch opened at the far end of the room and came down as a ramp. One of these Jawas walked up the ramp and began to lead the droids forcing some of them that didn't seem to know what they were doing. All of the sudden, the droid he was on top of came to life and began to follow a golden humanoid droid. Caught off guard by the sudden movement, Reeve fell off.

Reeve peeled his face off the floor and looked up after the droid, he shook his fist and walked after the droid. As he walked out, he once again saw the bright sun shining of off the sand. He also saw that there were various buildings that matched the color of the sand. The droids began to line up. Reeve did likewise. A young boy garbed in off-white clothing walked towards the line followed by a middle-aged man. Both looked contemplatively at the line up.

The young boy began to walk down the line at one end. He stopped at Reeve and looked down. "You're a strange looking droid, can you tell me what you do?"

Reeve saw this as his chance to escape. He grabbed neck of the boy's shirt with his scrawny paws and pulled him down. "Look, young lad," he said harshly. "I'm a human trapped in this body, help me."

The boy stood up, but Reeve did not let go and was raised up with the boy's head. As Reeve dangled, the boy turned to the man. "Uncle Owen!" he shouted. "There's something wrong with this droid! He thinks he's a human!"

One of the Jawas walked up near the boy and held out a device and pressed a button. Reeve paused. There was a sharp pain in his stomach. He tried to look down but it didn't work. He felt himself slip off of the boy. He fell to the sandy ground. He's movement returned after the Jawa took his finger off of the device. Reeve looked down to see a strange button kind of thing attached to his chest. That must correspond with the device and hold him back. This put a major dent in his plan.

Reeve watched as the costumers picked their droids. They selected a golden human shaped droid and a red can shaped droid. Reeve sensed he would be stuck with these Jawas a long time, doomed to sit in a pile of crap for months, perhaps years.

As Reeve soon found out, he really was amongst crap. The red droid all of a sudden burst on top and stopped in its tracks. The younger human shouted." Uncle Owen, this droid has a bad motivator! Look!"

"Hey, what are you trying to push on us?" demanded the Uncle.

Yes, the droids were truly crap. The golden droid pointed out a blue "can" droid, which Reeve had napped on earlier, and the uncle and nephew purchased that one. Reeve piled back onto the Jawas vehicle with the rest of the droids.

Reeve once again found a place to rest since the machines were not much company, though it was hard to enjoy. He hated this vehicle; it felt so bumpy, though not as bad as some of Shinra's airships. He was positive though, that he would have been sick if he were in the flesh.

The vehicle once again stopped and the droids were pile out. This time they were at a bustling bazaar with many humans, and some strange creatures, selling their wares. There were many strange devices and foods that Reeve had never seen before. There were also other Jawas with their strange vehicles in the market. The Jawas that captured Reeve led their droids to a line up with the rest of the Jawas' droids and began to flaunt their merchandise.

Reeve grew bored as one droid after another was sold. He stared down at the ground never expecting to be sold. He looked up again. There was a familiar man dressed in a red cloak. Could it be...

"I'll take that small black one," the man informed a Jawa.