Sorry, I’m not up to date on the details of Star Wars outside the movies, but was R2-D2, like, Leia’s droid between the Prequels and the Original Trilogy? Whatever the case, I think I might need it to happen in a crack fic.
Because I’ve suddenly imagined R2-D2 accompanying Leia to her Senate meetings. In reality, it would probably be very dangerous for R2 and Leia. But I think it would be perfect for a crack fic.
Like, just imagine if Leia and R2 are just strolling around the halls of the Senate, with Leia ranting to R2 about something or other. And then bump into an older Senator by accident. And at first it’s all pleasantries and apologies, but then the older Senator takes one look at R2, turns a color that is not a good color for their people to turn, and then says in utter horror, “IT’S YOU!”
Because surely there must be older Senators out there from before the Empire, who remember that horrible little nightmare droid who tailed those awful Jedi around and occasionally Senator Amidala. (Like, there must be people out there who witnessed R2 blow up a building or even straight-up kill someone.)
And Leia’s like, “What? You know my droid?”
And the Senator’s got a hand over their heart, both to soothe themselves and a little protectively, and says, “My dear, I couldn’t forget that thing if I was dead. That’s the little bastard who set me on fire! Granted, it was an accident and it saved Senator Amidala’s life again, but still. She was far too fond of it! That and that debonair Jedi it belonged to!”
And Leia lights up immediately because oho, this is interesting. Meanwhile R2 is basically swearing up a storm trying to push her away. And the Senator has an expression on their face like, “Oh, damn, I shouldn’t have said that.”
Anyway, Leia accidentally figures out who her parents were because R2 is a memorable asshole that old politicians still see in their nightmares.
I want either that crack fic or an even crackier fic that goes like this:
Darth Vader: *walking down a hall in the Senate building, annoyed af that the Emperor is making him be here to intimidate people for some vote or another, scrolling clickbait quizzes or ship commercials on his datapad*
The sound of something clattering comes from ahead. Darth Vader looks up and sees a droid getting kicked out of a conference room, beeping explicitly and indignantly over just being lost, at the far end of the hall. The droid looks down the hall at Darth Vader. It’s unmistakably R2-D2.
Darth Vader: “…”
R2-D2: “…”
R2: *backs up one inch*
Vader: *takes one step forward*
R2: *SCREAMS*
R2-D2 whirls around immediately and flees around the corner. Vader is too surprised to immediately stop his old droid, but drops the datapad and books it after him (as much as DV can book it). What proceeds is probably a Star Wars version of the Benny Hill chase between R2-D2 and Darth Vader.
It ends in R2, covered in soot and scratches, barely managing to get away after causing enormous amounts of mayhem and property damage.
Leia: “There you are! Artoo, where have you been?”
That diagram of the Jedi temple got me thinking that it would have a very collegiate atmosphere
“Wanna get some food?” “The refectory’s closed.” “What about the one in the east wing?” “They put so much cheese in EVERYTHING though.”
Younglings excusing themselves from class, using the restroom, and then taking “the long way” back (which takes forty-five minutes)
All sorts of nefarious goings-on happen in the meditation gardens after midnight
There’s a loth-cat loose in the dorms. No one knows who it belongs to, but it has been there for weeks.
Jocasta Nu would very much like to know who keeps changing the desktop backgrounds on the library computers to a close-up of Mace Windu’s angry face, although she’s not sure whether she would prefer to punish them or hire them on as an assistant
Kit Fisto is a bit of a legend in the dormitories, rumored to have scaled the Tower of Reconciliation on a dare using nothing but tied-together bedsheets. He demurrs when asked about it, which only adds more fuel to the fire.
Though not officially sanctioned, there is a temple radio station. Tune in late at night to hear everything from traditional Gungan music to deep cuts from outer rim punk bands
Quinlan Vos is a library napper #confirmed
Groups of padawans sneaking through the main hall at night, when everything is empty and silent, their giggles echoing off the vaulted ceiling and bouncing back at them from a thousand directions
They say that the memorial to Qui-Gon Jinn in the Temple Spire is haunted. Every now and then a knight will camp out next to it in hopes of catching a glimpse of the paranormal, and some come back claiming to have heard strange sounds. Then again, they may have just been hearing Eeth Koth’s art-noise band rehearsing.
A style experiment using some of my favorite Star Wars characters. I don’t know why Obi-Wan is so surly today. He’s also kind of glaring straight at the viewer. Yikes. Qui-Gon is… I don’t know… Quietly amused? And Satine is completely oblivious to the moods of the two Jedi next to her. Probably getting another anti-violence argument ready for the next time the two Jedi have to ignite their lightsabers to protect her from bounty hunters.
My Epilogue Sabine costume; this particular iteration of her armor just screams “Mandalorian” the way her others couldn’t, and I love it.
Everything on this costume was drafted/made/painted by me, except the base cast for the helmet, blasters, and the Ezra saber. Because I get off on this sort of thing, I even made, from scratch, a screen-accurate side-sling pack. Pretty proud of that!
I rediscovered this illustration while browsing through my folders. I never posted it because I never got around to polishing it off. It’s unlikely that I ever will, so here it is. Almost thirteen year old Obi-Wan Kenobi battling draigons. The scene is from one of the Jedi Apprentice novels.
Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi and Duchess Satine Kryze… I hope we one day get a novelisation that covers the story of Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan’s mission to protect her. I didn’t really know what I wanted to do when I started drawing this, and I think it shows, haha! Something something, protect the duchess, something something, duchess thinks she can reason with bounty hunters, something something. The rope came out of nowhere, so let’s just pretend Qui-Gon is up there somewhere getting ready to pull the duchess up. I could probably spend a great deal of time adding more detail to this and refining, but I think I’m going to leave it here. I’ll have to put more thought into the next drawing.
The reason why sci-fi usually cannot hold a candle to fantasy is they often forget to include swords in science fiction stories. The best science fiction is the ones where they remember that they need to include swords for me to be able to pay attention.
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