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The Promise.

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The sounds of blasterfire and yelling had interrupted Luke and Orange Jumpsuit's conversation, causing Orange Jumpsuit hurry Luke into the Ghost’s cargo hold, while he went out and helped his crewmates handle the disturbance.

“We’ll continue this chat later, blondie. See ya.”

One mock salute and a smirk later, Luke was left alone in an unfamiliar ship to contemplate the absurdity of his day.

Huh. Orange Jumpsuit guy was right. It is clean in here!

Luke smiled, thinking about his antics. It had only been a day since he had met him, and yet, during that day, Luke had come to be amused by his strange quirks.

They are what led me here, after all. If this is where I’m supposed to go...

Luke sat down against an old shipping crate, and let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

And then prepared for a long awaited nap.

It had been a long, long night.

After what seemed like forever, the ramp finally shut. In the meantime, however, Luke hadn’t gotten any chance to sleep.

Why is it that every time I try to take a nap, I’m interrupted?

The mandalorian girl and Zeb ran onto the deck, pushing along some crates. Behind them walked Orange Jumpsuit guy, who was coaxing along a couple of droids.

“Why do I always have to be on hostage duty? Can’t you guys get Zeb to do it, for once?”


Then Luke looked a little closer at the droids behind Orange Jumpsuit.

Oh, it’s those two droids from earlier! Well, at least I won’t be lonely down here…

The ship jerked, and then began to rise.

And despite his situation, Luke couldn’t get himself to regret going with it.

Once again, Luke couldn’t get himself to sleep. But this time, it wasn’t because of blasterfire.

It was because his fellow hostages wouldn’t be quiet.

“No, it’s your fault we’re stuck in the hands of criminals, you overweight glob of grease!” The golden protocol droid said. The two droids had been in the same argument for the entirety of the ride, for lack of anything else to talk about.

Luke was beginning to get a little tired of them, but since Orange Jumpsuit guy had gone up to the cockpit, he couldn’t get him to get them to shut up.

The astromech replied with a trilling beep, which Luke had heard a few of the nastier droids on Tatooine say occasionally.

“How rude!”

C3PO accented his statement by aiming a kick at his droid companion, which earned him an angry beep.

Luke took a deep breath in. Being angry would do him no good now.

After all, what would Ben say if he was? And only at two dumb droids anyway?

Calm down, Luke. Blowing up at random droids isn’t worth it.

Luke breathed out.

“Excuse me,” he ended up saying to his companions, “but will you please quiet down just a bit? I’m trying to nap.”

“Oh, dear!” the Protocol droid said, “I apologize for interrupting your rest, Master…”

“Luke. Just Luke. I’m not anyone’s master.”

The astromech droid let out a curious beep.

“Don’t act like that! Might I remind you that this is all your fault?”

Luke sighed. He just knew this wasn't going to go anywhere.

The gold-plated droid turned his attention back towards him.

“Well, sir, since you so kindly introduced yourself, I am C3PO, human cyborg relations, and my counterpart is R2D2. I apologize for his antics.”

C3PO? R2D2? These two were the droids Obi-Wan had spoken so highly of?

Well, I guess he forgot to mention how annoying they were… as well as a few other things I should have known!

“Say…” Luke inquired, “Did you ever know an Obi-Wan Kenobi at one point or another?”

The astromech immediately peeped up, beeping out a storm, but C3PO only looked towards his companion confusedly.

“What Kenobi? I’ve never belonged to any Kenobi's! Or Skywalker’s! We belong to Senator Bail Organa of Alderaan, and you know it! ”

Bail Organa? Who’s that? The name sounds a little familiar...

“Well, then how did you end up with Minister Tua, if she isn’t your...caretaker?”

R2D2 let out a few urgent beeps, turning his domed head towards his companion.

“No, I’m not giving him whatever crazy message you want me to give him!”

“Huh?” Luke turned towards the astromech. “What do you want to tell me?”

Luke guessed that if C3PO were human, he probably would have sighed. He knew he would’ve.

“Well, R2D2 here wants me to tell you that we’re apparently supposed to be on a secret mission of some sort...”

“A Secret Mission?”

“See, I told you he wouldn’t believe you!”

“No, no, I do! I’m just wondering… if it’s a secret mission, then why are you telling me about it?”

R2D2 swiveled his head towards Luke, and then let out a few solemn beeps.

“R2D2 says it’s because you’re a Skywalker, Master Luke. Therefore, you’re allowed to know.”

Luke suddenly found the floor rather interesting.

Was it still right for him to use his father’s name, after all that he had done?

When he wasn’t even there for me?

“Oh,” he ended up saying, before smiling up at his companions.

"Well, it's nice to know you guys consider me trustworthy. Thank you."

Orange Jumpsuit guy seemed to show up at the most random times. And occasionally, the most inconvenient.

“Hey, blondie! The boss wants to meet you.”