Ch-ch-changes...

Fifi

. . .

To say that I and my companions have expected THIS latest development would be a joke!

I see the open jape that one particular battle droid is giving Inquirer (who herself blinks a little in surprise herself but quickly covers it up).

Or at least I would imagine that she blinks in surprise. Last I heard from her this droid before us had been destroyed by some Darth Maul character.

She's good, whatever the case. Let us just say that . . .

. . .

Gods help me . . .

Let us just say that my woman's intuition tells me (along with being rather familiar with the rough and tumble of the royal court politics) she's taken aback just as much as this droid is of her. That she and then all the other droids (except for R2D2 and C3P0) go down and bow towards Inquirer isn't helping matters.

The residents from this reality who'd been riding along in the Falcon are confused enough suddenly finding themselves here as it stands! Last I remember there had never been even a hint of teleportation magic (or . . . maybe this silly technology version of it) in any of the stories of this particular franchise, Star Wars...

"What the hell happened?" Solo gags, apparently fighting to keep his goard down.

He has his blaster half way out of his holster, but pauses as he sees . . .

Kenobi slapping his drawn lightsaber, apparently trying to get it to ignite.

Ah HAH! Now that is smart! The mages who teleported us over from that fantastic seeming ship (why a curr such as Solo got his hands on it I shall never know . . . I would have kept her in a pristine condition if I ever had obtained ownership) . . . Well, it seems that the mages must have made it a point to neutralize those "blasters" and other "energy weapons". Seems that what with SOME of this group are being in the habit of shooting first (as opposed to second, Han Solo coming to mind) . . .

"Peace," I say softly, placing a gentle hand on each human's shoulder (and all the while trying to keep thoughts on the task at hand and not delightful sexual flights of fancy . . . damn this magically augmented libo of mine). "IF they wished us dead we should have surely be dead by now."

"Yeah . . . but that 'warning shot' across the bow of my ship was RATHER damn close, don't you think?!" Solo blinks.

Sigh. Men!

. . .

Oh please tell me I just didn't say that like I just said it to myself! I mean, I hadn't been a woman TOO long and where do I get off...

Nevermind. Not important right now.

"I am very sure that they have an excellent explanation for that," I assure him softly. "They surely must because IF they had been in the mind of it, I'm sure they could have very well destroyed us without us even having known it before it happened!"

Point in fact, this ship we've found ourselves in (after a rather noisy transportation session over) . . .

"Learned a lot about little things like even as a child while the son of Duke D'Honaire back home," I finish up, knowing that the last part causes our intrepid spaceship captain to blink in surprise.

Yeah, I meant to do that last part. Might as well get down to it and do it on MY terms...

Inquirer

"Please . . . stand," I ask the kneeling droids around us all.

This . . . was not exactly what I was expecting and last I had heard . . .

C3-P0, forget to tell me somthing? I thoughcast wryly over at the gold rod.

Well . . . I thought that you would know already, the golden droid protest. Surely the Creator would have . . .

The Creator provides what He'll provide for what He tasks, I send back, cutting him off before we get into awkward territory. When I was tasked to do what I did here, He did not deign telling me just how the Church would spread afterwards when . . . the High Priestess here got cut down practically right before my eyes.

She . . .got cut down right before my eyes, I read it happening . . .

What gives here? Yes, well I DO actually intend to finally get down to what is happening.

Well, after I get our bowing droids to stand again--never did feel particularly comfortable when peasants did that due to my station did that back on Terra Prime--I feel it is time for me to have a private conversation with my . . . well, whatever you'd like to term the relationship I and AK-47 may have I'd like to have some private time to sort things out here a bit.

Things have been changing (even if only behind the scenes) while I'd been . . . away.

1. Catch up on things and all that...

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