Growing Family Problems....

Fertal 5

That human woman before me . . .!

She is dressed in the clothing of nobility, with the heraldic symbol of House D'Honaire: a golden griffin rearing up on it's hind legs in battle!!

Grant! The heralric symbol of MY old house was a silver griffin, but that's by the by! The still new but unforgettable feeling of kinship I felt with my human sister and elf brother I now feel for this woman before me! Given all that and According to what I have been told about analogs . . . this woman before me is our up until now oddly missing analog of myself!

. . .

The way that Bambi (what an odd name!) is looking over at the robed older woman, I'd hazard a guess that we have also have our missing Belboz analog here before us as well.

Hm, given everything I guess that means we shan't be stumbling across a wayward "Astra" analog which is a pity in one sense. Of the analogs wayward analogs I've encountered thus far I . . . rather like how Astra analogs light up my love's face upon the first meet.

On another hand, however, it is for the best. God in his Heaven only knows that things have even gotten MORE complex, what with our growing family problem here and now!

Or perhaps not? Just had a thought . . .

But perhaps right now the best to attend to the matter at hand! My, I should think that now that I've come into my rightful form (God finally gifting me freedom from that crass and hulking human body I'd been born to this time around) . . . you'd think that as an elf I'd automatically have more patience and not be so rushed to resolve every problem. Isn't like I'll die soon from old age, right?!

Then again . . . some problems demand immediate solutions! Let us handle this crisis here and now!

Inquirer

"At a guess it appears that your unexpected guest are . . . family relatives who've gone astray in a similar fashion ," I put out, after blinking in surprise at the latest development. It then comes to pass that some kind of explanation is needed for that one, and therefore I give a rather loose and quick (bare bones) explanation of what we were doing before getting caught up in . . . local conflicts (i.e. the Rebellion) due to circumstances (being shot in the back and the mechanism for returning to our reality) being what they are and all that. Within reason, of course... That said I fear I leave more than a few eyebrows raised in surprise, let me tell you!!

Creator, given everything already on our plate I really do NOT think we want to play nursemaid to yet another set of hard luck cases!

As I'm thinking about such profound stuff, our newest member of our menagerie: Fertal 5, comes up with a rather good idea if I say so myself! Leaving the newcomers (who will as it turn out be suffering from complete amnesia of who they'd ever been before coming to this world) here with Uncle Owen might not sound like the best idea, but think about it. We Champions are planning on going into a LOT of danger and to do that with such walking wounding as Eve (the young girl who we deduce to be a Fred analog) and Lilith (the Belboz analog) would be unconsiousable! Not only would they be a hindrance to us, but they're so . . . . naive and innocent as to assure them to get into trouble. Whatever magic that's done to them what . . . it's done REALLY left them in a bad way. They're like trusting little children, albeit with the intelligence of adults but still . . .

You don't take little children (or child like adults) into a combat situation!

Of course, the problem here is that Uncle Owen having objections about having to feed and care for what WE in the Military would call nubs (non-useful bodies). Not like with Luke being bent on leaving (with our without Owen's blessing) he and Luke's aunt can spare the time and effort in such a project. They have a farm to run here!

Which is easily attended to by none other than our friend and teacher in the ways of magic: the great and powerful dragon mage Synizn himself!!

This place we're at right now is a moisture farm which means that they collect (and supposedly sell) moisture. They sell . . . water! And our old friend Synizn knows a few . . . rain spells which he learned from his LONG years of life which are powerful enough to even bring rain to THIS parched and barren piece of dirt!

He'd bragged to me at one time that he could at least cause a drizzle to happen upon Vulcan if they'd have enough manna (the stuff in the aether of reality which makes magic spells possible). And that said while this desert planet isn't a walkover, Vulcan makes it look like a paradise!!

So with a spell with proper spell ingredients (and a lot of showmanship), we soon hear the farm's moisture collecting equipment nearly overloads trying to draw in all the water coming down in the little section of this desert (the sudden rain clouds are only raining OVER the farm and nowhere else . . . a true sight to see even at THIS ungodly time of night).

Already in something of shock (dumbfound as he is looking up at the storm clouds and then the water holding tank meters), he nods silently in agreement that at least NOW there was enough for him to sell to keep the farm and all that while taking care of guests!

That is AFTER I went off with "my" droids here to settle a few things. In the process of searching for a quiet and private enough spot to discuss matters with them, I'd come across a few sorry scraps which . . .

Well, it started out this way . . .

I had snuck off while Owen and the gang watched Sigin's showmanship, getting Artoo and C3P0 to come along. Finding a spot I recognized as the magical place where (in the movie) Luke was to have been fated in discovering that one holographic message meant for Kenobi, I found a travesty.

I swore softly to myself, saying that at least it wasn't as bad as what I found on the sandcrawler. . . . therefore I'd decided not to lambaste Owen about how he treats his droids (or the condition he buys them in). As seen

I decide not to tell him about that one red R2 unit or the other droid. I had come I across both of them while . . . looking to keep a promise to C3-P0 about getting something for his almost seized up joints (sand in the gears). For SOME reason the gold rod has been acting increasingly . . . .leery around me, as if trying to figure something out about me. It all started when I and the others started throwing magic around like nothing ever seen before in this reality.

Oh, they have the Force and jedi knights who use that stuff. However, even though our magic spells and their force use tinkering run off the same stuff (more or less from what I can figure out) . . . it's just not the same thing! Dare say that my brand mysticism is more versatile than what a jedi can do, but . . .

Well, that's neither here nore there right now.

I'm just saying that this next part I want to do in PRIVATE with me and "my" droids. C3-P0 in particular has some explaining to do about his lies about not knowing about Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader being his creator and all that! in such a sad state which I fixed, as well as some spindly armed droid which I recognized as nearly out of it at right around the time we movie goers back Home ever laid eyes upon Luke Skywalker in the movies. Yep, right over to the left of me was where the oil bath that the movie C3-P0 used after suffering so long with sand clogged joints and to the right . . . the very spot R2-D2 played the message that Luke stumbled upon.

Nice, but I draw up short as I see a red R2 unit beep and whistle forelornly in the corner, partly disassembled. Nearby, almost ghoulish in it's disassembled state is another R2 unit, obviously out of commission. And to make the picture complete there is that one spindly armed farm droid we only saw a bit of with Luke right at the beginning of Star Wars: A New Hope.

Oh, but while I can do a lot of things I just cannot turn my back on my fellow machine intelligences when they are in such a state and not feel . . . pity.

Strange what comes of a bit of kindness and magic brings my way, in the end...

1. "Creator," I swear softly. "All of you are in a bad way!"

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