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It’s been a difficult two weeks for the droid TD-C25. The planet of Bespin didn’t show her much. A boring place, she thought, with the only interesting detail was its Cloud City. It wasn’t enough to keep her there for some time however. Her loyal companion, the Bantha, grew tired of the atmosphere quickly. He could not roam freely and was only allowed in the less populated sections of the floating metropolis. The protocol maiden was offended by the treatment of her dearest friend. She soon developed a brief comradeship with a rodian merchant. TD didn’t care where he was going, she wanted off that city! Not listening to the alien’s warnings she and her mount tagged along on his next travel.
The rodian arrived in a desolate area of Tatoonie which the robot said her farewells to him. He again attempted to reason with the stubborn machine, saying she would not survive in the harsh climate. She ignored him. She and the Bantha traveled for days in the desert. They quickly became tired, the sand got into TD’s gears making it difficult for her to move. Bantha began to crave water. Their adventure soon became argerous with both sides being equally temperamental. During the hot nights the two avoided each other as they attempted to become comfortable enough to rest. Unfortunately for them, this lead to an even bigger problem.
“You better take me off of this ship immediately!” Angrily cried out the protocol droid.
The captain of the Jawa ship stared at the robot and pushed her aside. He approached one of his co-workers and began to speak. TD huffed and crossed her arms, only understanding segments of their conversation. Their language was simple but archaic. She had rarely interacted with Jawas before this but she had heard stories. It made her worried, but her annoyance with the situation distracted any concerns she had. Who she assumed was the leader of the ship paused in his sentence and briefly turned to look at her. She made eye contact with the small creature only for him to ignore her interest.
The ship made a startling stop. It shook both the creatures and droids that were inside, an R2 unit beeped with surprise. The leaner, taller Jawa that the captain was speaking to earlier made a motion to the machines that were in the best conditions. The astromech droids left the sandcrawler first in a straight line with some looking at their surroundings curiously. TD watched until she felt a small hand pulling at her.
“What?” She the droid slightly snapped at the alien.
Several other Jawas joined in on pushing the silver robot out of the structure, leading her to the outskirts of Mos Eisley. Before she was able to properly react to it all she was chained to an R9-series astromech droid to restrain her from running away. She began to express her disapproval verbally but only to be smacked by one of her sellers. She admitted defeat at this point, awaiting what she was bound to get herself into next.
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The rodian arrived in a desolate area of Tatoonie which the robot said her farewells to him. He again attempted to reason with the stubborn machine, saying she would not survive in the harsh climate. She ignored him. She and the Bantha traveled for days in the desert. They quickly became tired, the sand got into TD’s gears making it difficult for her to move. Bantha began to crave water. Their adventure soon became argerous with both sides being equally temperamental. During the hot nights the two avoided each other as they attempted to become comfortable enough to rest. Unfortunately for them, this lead to an even bigger problem.
“You better take me off of this ship immediately!” Angrily cried out the protocol droid.
The captain of the Jawa ship stared at the robot and pushed her aside. He approached one of his co-workers and began to speak. TD huffed and crossed her arms, only understanding segments of their conversation. Their language was simple but archaic. She had rarely interacted with Jawas before this but she had heard stories. It made her worried, but her annoyance with the situation distracted any concerns she had. Who she assumed was the leader of the ship paused in his sentence and briefly turned to look at her. She made eye contact with the small creature only for him to ignore her interest.
The ship made a startling stop. It shook both the creatures and droids that were inside, an R2 unit beeped with surprise. The leaner, taller Jawa that the captain was speaking to earlier made a motion to the machines that were in the best conditions. The astromech droids left the sandcrawler first in a straight line with some looking at their surroundings curiously. TD watched until she felt a small hand pulling at her.
“What?” She the droid slightly snapped at the alien.
Several other Jawas joined in on pushing the silver robot out of the structure, leading her to the outskirts of Mos Eisley. Before she was able to properly react to it all she was chained to an R9-series astromech droid to restrain her from running away. She began to express her disapproval verbally but only to be smacked by one of her sellers. She admitted defeat at this point, awaiting what she was bound to get herself into next.
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