Chapter Summary: Prompt from anonymous: Hey! Could you write something where the reader is best friends with C3-PO and r2 and is just completely nicer to the droids and chewi than people maybe because that's who's she's been around her whole life you could add anything you want change anything thank you so much!
Breep!
You jerked your head up from where you had been working on fine internal wiring for a bot's hand on the Rebel base at the sound of the familiar chirping. A wide smile broke out behind your wielding mask when you spotted one of your favorite bots in the whole wide world entering your workshop.
"Hey Artoo, long time no see! How was your mission?" You carefully set the wielder down and pull of the mask, dropping down to your knees and patting the droid's head affectionately. Force, you had missed him. He was one of your closest friends. "Anything you need me to repair?"
The droid swiveled his head in a negative and chirped the whole story of his adventure at you as you automatically checked him over, something about a mission on a water planet with flying fish and Luke. There was minor water corrosion on some wiring, but it wasn't critical and his systems were already beginning to fix it.
"Sounds like you had quite the adventure. Where's Threepio?" The two were rarely seen without each other, even if they got on each other's nerves like nothing else.
The astromech warbled a laugh, bouncing slightly on his wheels.
"Artoo, what did you do this time?"
He didn't immediately answer you, instead turning around towards the door and chirping at you to follow him.
"-so undignified! Chewbacca, please be careful! We don't want to damage my circuits any more than they already are!"
The familiar sound of Threepio's fussing drifted down the hallway and you spotted Chewbacca heading towards you, arms full of golden arms and legs and the main part of Threepio's body strapped to his back.
"What on Earth happened to you, Threepio?" You wondered aloud as you and Artoo stepped back to allow Chewbacca to enter your lab. "Did you decide to go through a droid smasher?"
"Ah, _!" Threepio cried, arm joints jerking in an attempt to throw arms up that were no longer there. "Thank the Maker, you're here! Please, I implore to you to fix this situation as quickly as possible. I have been without my limbs for some time and would like them returned as quickly as possible!"
"Uh, yeah, I can do that. Chewie, put him down on that table, please?" You pointed to one of the tables in the lab not currently covered in droid or tech parts. The Wookie grumbled an affirmative as he set about putting the fussy droid down, ignoring his protests after years of listening to it. "So, care to tell me how you're missing every one of your limbs?"
Chewbacca decided to tell the story for him, spinning a grand tale of a planet where the dominant civilization had died from plague, leaving the droid servants in charge. Years of exposure and corruption had led to severe malfunctioning in their cranial units, turning them into hyper-aggressive destroyers who killed anything that set foot in the ruins of their beloved masters' homes. The planet, however, had a rich stockpile of resources General Organa and the others had decided they needed and had sent Threepio and another two astromechs to try and communicate with them. It hadn't gone well.
"Did you bring any of the droids back with you?" You asked, tinkering with the circuits and preparing them for reintegration. They had been torn out rather forcefully, but the damage was surprisingly easy to repair. "They would make for a good analysis and I could use them to help upgrade the droids and defenses on the base."
"That would be a negative, _." Threepio answered, sounding far calmer than before now that you were working on him. "We could barely get out of there alive. The ship sustained great damage and is currently being repaired."
"Yikes." You muttered. "Good thing Chewie was there to save you." You grin up at the Wookie, who puffed out his chest and gave an affirmative roar.
Artoo sidled up next to you, cheekily asking the protocol droid if he had used words that were too big for the other droids to understand. You tried to smother a laugh into your shoulder. Chewie didn't even try, throwing his head back in a laugh.
"Are you insulting my social protocols?! I was the perfect ambassador; I would like to see you try!"
You couldn't contain your laughter this time as Artoo informed him that he would have done much better.
"Well, I never! I hope you get pulled apart by them someday so that you can understand!" Threepio huffed.
"C'mon, Artoo." You chide the little droid at your side, trying to smother your giggles. "Be nice; Threepio just went through a traumatic experience."
The droid warbled a 'maybe' before turning to wander around the lab, apparently not interested in watching you fix your best friend.
"Thank you, _. Honestly, I don't know where Artoo gets it from. He must have a wire crossed in his cranial unit somewhere."
"He's Artoo," You respond with a shrug. "Every droid's got their personality, just like organics. You just learn to roll with it."
"Hey, _!"
Speaking of organics.
The sound of a non-electronic voice startled you badly, making you almost drop the soldering tool in your hand and burning yourself. Standing in the doorway was none other than Han Solo himself, one of the heads of the Rebellion. His clothes were more singed and frumpy than normal and he had a scowl on his face that made you want to scramble and hide in the nearest isolated place. He had just gotten back from the same mission. "The Princess wants the protocol droid fixed up as soon as possible to do a debriefing. Make sure he's functional within an hour or two, capiche?"
Your throat closed up, strangling the words in your throat. You settled for a frantic nod instead, trying to keep your gaze from darting away from his face.
Please go away already!
"Chewie, help them out with whatever they need." And with that, the ornery man was gone, most likely in search for a bed or a shower.
You released the breath in your lungs violently, grateful that you were finally alone again with your friends. Organics were alright, they had to be because you were one of them, but they were so difficult to understand! There were so many rules and unspoken things you didn't understand when you tried to talk to them, and there was always some kind of social faux pas you were committing when you talked to one of them. Chewie was the exception; he was easy to understand and easy going.
It was one of the downsides of being raised by a mechanically-inclined caretaker. Droids just made more sense to you.
"Ah, please forgive Captain Solo. It's been a very trying few days." Threepio said, watching you as you began to reattach core circuitry in his arm. Chewie agreed, apologizing for his closest friend's behavior.
"So I gathered." You smile at him, but it feels forced. "It's alright, though. Let's just get you fixed up so that you can go save the universe."
A/N: Organics are overrated. The important thing is to hang out with your besties, no matter who they are.