Week 11: Short stuff
(R2-D2)
Bite the Bullet
"Wait, wait, wait! I think it'll be all right. Just...just let me test it." Balancing on one leg, Luke lowered the toes of his right foot to the ground. "See, Artoo? It's fine. You don't need to help, so you can put that away."
With a woooooo, Artoo-Detoo retracted his fine implement arm.
"Now, we'll just - OW!" Jerking his right foot off the ground with a yelp, Luke hopped around awkwardly in a circle.
too-doo?
"Yes, it hurts!"
twee-deet?
"Yes, you can get the splinter out!"
Artoo extended his needle and Luke flopped on the ground with a groan.
Break the Ice
"Who are you and what are you doing on our ship?"
dot-too-deet
"What'd he say?"
"Says he belongs to Cade," Deliah answered, kneeling beside the astromech.
"Cade don't own no droid." Syn leveled his blaster at the silver dome.
till-nee-pop
"Says the Jedi and Yuuzhan Vong gave him to Cade."
"That's crazy talk. Ain't no Vong around here and Cade hates Jedi." Syn cocked his gun.
nik-twee
"On Ossus."
"Ossus? Nothing's on Ossus no more. Thing's got loose wires. We're ditching it."
nee-doot-tee-da-DOO
"He says Cade flies like a maniac."
Syn pulled back, considering. "Well, he got that part right."
Knock on Wood
"Now, listen." Mara palmed Artoo's datapad and deliberately punched in a series of numbers. "These are all my private comm codes. You contact me if Luke gets into any trouble. Any trouble at all. You got that?"
doo-dep?
"No, don't call Leia. Leia's busy. Call me."
tee-neet-dat?
"Because Luke shouldn't be going on this stupid mission alone."
noo-deedle?
"Why aren't I going with him? Because he said it's a Jedi thing. And I'm not a Jedi."
kwooo?
"Of course he'll be fine."
keel-nit-doo?
"Would you stop asking me questions and just say you'll do it?"
nee-dit
"Good. And...thank you."
Off the Hook
"Artoo, go tell Captain Solo that I most certainly do not require an escort to the banquet. I am perfectly capable of attending state functions on my own."
ooo-tee-nit
"Is that what she said? Well then you tell her Highnessness that I never had any intention of offering to escort her in the first place."
bwert-nit-dee
"No intention of --? Why that...
Then you tell that twit of a nerfherder that I wouldn't have said yes anyway!"
twee-doo-bat
"Is that so?
Then you tell her: Good! Chewie and me got engine repairs to do."
nil-deet-noo-dot
"Fine!"
too-net
"Fine!"
woooooo
Back Seat Driver
Inspecting the tangle of wires behind Artoo's access panel, Cade sat back on his heels. "You need me to fix what where?"
twooo-det-nil-din-beep
"You sure?"
noooo-twi-dot-wrooo
"Yeah, but you got some really stoopa wiring here."
tee-loooo
"Why am I not surprised that Luke rigged it?"
BWAT!
"E chu ta! That hurt! Calm down. Didn't mean to disrespect the Great Luke Skywalker."
grat-net-do-twee-dit
"Just cool your jets. I'm almost done."
ree-looo
"There." Cade closed the panel and wiped his hands on his pants. "Fixed?"
Tweedling to himself, Artoo rolled in a circle experimentally.
bool-deet-noo
"Whaddaya mean, 'Deliah does it better?'"