A glimpse into the secret world of droids . . .

C-3PO

"AKA Darth Vader," my master, Inquirer sighs, rolling her eyes a little bit in slight exasperation. "Our gold rod's creator, for Creator's sake!"

. . .

That last part leaves us all staring especially, to say the least. Not in the least because she STILL is speaking in Astromech (a language rather unexpected to come from a organic's mouth)!

Still not use to THAT yet and I'd been travelling with this . . . strange group for a while now. General Kenobi (who didn't seem to recognize me, even with my name given . . . typical! . . .) is staring just the more because of it all!!

How in the Maker's name did she know about that my creator was Anakin Skywalker?! Former master Antilles (may the Maker keep his spirit safe) had ordered that information wiped clean by having me personality wiped.

It did not work (tactics like that have not worked for a LONG time but why worry the organics needlessly about such things), but I had played along, knowing just WHY . . .

Nobody's supposed to know about Anakin's children!

"Ma'am?!" I gasp, playing the role of faithful (and clueless) droid servant. "What are you talking about?"

Yes! Somehow data that should not have come to light until the remaining Jedi (from what I gather) raise the remaining Skywalkers to rise up and overthrow the Emperor. Somehow that is in SERIOUS jeopardy but it wasn't ME that let it slip out!

I am not going to do anything, however, to give reason for my body to be smashed into who knows what in punishment!!

How does she and the other strangers know about this?! Did my long time friend and companion, R2-D2 let something slip out in private in one of his more serious bouts of delusions of grandeur? He was, in private, oh so insufferably proud in a way that HE had been overlooked and not having to undergo that painful process: personality wiping!

...

Sometimes I feel that we were made to suffer . . .

That said . . .!

When we have a private moment I shall have a SERIOUS talk with that malfunctioning twerp! And he had BETTER not go on about that Prophecy, calling for that Divinely appointed one who happens to bear a name too closely associated to my new master's name (odd woman indeed, this one!) for my comfort! Next thing I'll know he'll be saying that Inquirer IS the prophet . . .

Sometimes that astromech is more trouble than he's worth. Malfunction little . . . He's almost as bad as some of those Clone War era battledroids I'd run into, going on and on about that one Day that . . .

Nevermind!

"I've never had a master named Anakin," I continue, unctuously as only a protocol droid like myself can do.

Inquirer

I . . . . give the gold rod a fishy stare (just long enough to make him wonder what I know).

Somethings rotten in Demark here and I am . . .

No, not right now. Kenobi's opening and closing his mouth in shock right now, rather like a landed Earth fish like a carp!!

"I hope that we established some credit with you," I say while looking into his eyes. "Hope that we have because what we have to say in part is going to sound rather insane. We do not wish to be dismissed as madmen beforehand...."

Madmen and conmen can make all sorts of claims and statements, but what we just said gives us "street cred" with Kenobi.

Being that we aren't attempting to kill him, knowing what we know, tells him that we at least are not on the Emperor's payroll.... In any case, he'd better darn well listen up and hard to us!

Going on to explain, pausing as I blink for a second when I spot the equally befuddled Force entity of Kenobi's old teacher, Qui-Gon Jinn, stare at us as we enter into Obi's dwelling place. He's too shaken by the bomb we'd just dropped on him to gainsay us on that.

"First, however, we need to show that message from the Princess . . . if Artoo would be so kind," I finish up.

In passing we had caught hints and clues that the Princess HAD given Artoo something and having seen the movie and gathering from the clues, it says that a message IS coming here.

And I'm right. But Creator mark me, I'm going to get to the bottom of that lie that C-3PO just told me! I don't like discrepancies and that lie sure IS one!

HE has some explaining to do here.

Anyway, the message plays just like it had in the movie (gads, what we Star Trek and Military types could teach these people about holo- technology) . . .

1. "Help me Obi-won Kenobi," the holographic Princess beg. "You're my only hope."

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