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sticksofthejedi) wrote2012-10-29 12:42 am
sticksofthejedi) wrote2012-10-29 12:42 am
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Memory 48
Memory: Young Solo twins turn Threepio into a snowman.
Received: Day 189, morning
Form: Noisemaker that says "WINNER!!!" and sprays confetti when blown. Three total uses. (Also: earned a cereal bowl-sized teacup with tickets.)
Summary: What do you get when you take two mischievous kids with a special Force bond to play in the snow, and a babysitter that can't handle a couple of little tornados? Yep.
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See-Threepio thought that if his fine-motor control had allowed it, his entire golden body would be chattering with cold. His internal thermal units were no match for the frozen polar regions of Coruscant.
He was a protocol droid, fluent in over six million forms of communication. He was able to perform an incredible number of diverse tasks -- all of which seemed more appealing at the moment than baby-sitting a pair of wild two-and-a-half-year-olds who saw him as their plaything.
Threepio had taken the twins to the snow-play area at the bottom of the ice slopes, where they could ride tame tauntauns. Little Jacen and his sister Jaina seemed to enjoy the spitting, cumbersome creatures -- and the Umgullian rancher who had brought the furry animals to Coruscant seemed delighted to have the business.
Afterward Threepio had stoically endured as the twins insisted on making a "snow droid" of him, packing layers of snow around his shiny body. He still felt ice crystals caked inside his joints. As he enhanced the output from his optical sensors, Threepio thought that his golden alloy had taken on a decidedly bluish tinge from the low temperature.
On a sledding slope the twins spun around, giggling and shrieking as they bounced against padded restraints in a child's snow skimmer. Threepio waited for them at the bottom, then began the long trudge back up the hill so the children could do it all over again. He felt like a low-capacity labor droid with too little computing power to understand the drudgery of its own existence. "Oh, how I wish Master Solo would get back soon," he said.
At the top of the ramp he secured Jacen and Jaina snugly into theirthe seats. In tandem they looked up at him with rosy-cheeked faces. Humans claimed to find the winter chill exhilarating; Threepio wished he had outfitted himself with more efficient low-temperature lubricants.
"Now, you children be careful on the ride down," he said. "I shall meet you at the bottom and bring you back up." He paused. "Again."
He launched the children in the spinning snow skimmer. Jacen and Jaina laughed and squealed as feathers of snow sprayed down the slope. Threepio began to move with a rapid gait down the long ramp.
When he reached the bottom, the twins were already attempting to unstrap themselves. Jaina had managed to disconnect one buckle, though the attendant at the equipment-rental station had assured Threepio that the restraints were utterly childproof.
"Children, leave that alone!" he said. He refastened Jaina's restraint and switched on the hoverfield beneath the snow skimmer. He grasped the handles and began to climb back up the slope to the launching platform.
When he reached the top, both twins shouted, "Again!" in unison, as if their minds were linked. Threepio decided it was time to lecture the children about overindulgence in enjoyment, but before he could formulate a speech with the appropriate levels of sternness and vocabulary, a crowded shuttle skimmer arrived. Han Solo emerged, pulling back the hood of his gray parka and balancing his turbo-skis on his left shoulder. Kyp Durron followed him out of the transport.
Threepio raised a golden arm. "Over here," he said. "Master Solo, over here!"
"Daddy!" Jaina said. Jacen echoed her a fraction of a second later.
"Thank heavens," Threepio said, and started to unfasten the restraints.
"Get ready to go," Han said as he marched forward, his expression unaccountably troubled. Threepio reached forward, about to begin his litany of complaints, but Han dropped the bulky turbo-skis into the droid's arms.
"Master Solo, is something wrong?" Threepio tried to balance the heavy skis.
"Sorry to cut your vacation short, kids, but we have to get back home," Han said, ignoring the droid.
Threepio straightened. "I'm very glad to hear that, sir. I don't mean to complain, but I was not designed for temperature extremes."
He felt an impact against the back of his head as a large lump of snow splattered him. "Oh!" he said, raising his arms in alarm, barely managing to keep hold of the skis. "Master Solo, I must protest!" he said.
Jacen and Jaina giggled as they each picked up another snowball to throw at the droid.
Han turned to the twins. "Stop playing with Threepio, you two. We have to get back home."
Received: Day 189, morning
Form: Noisemaker that says "WINNER!!!" and sprays confetti when blown. Three total uses. (Also: earned a cereal bowl-sized teacup with tickets.)
Summary: What do you get when you take two mischievous kids with a special Force bond to play in the snow, and a babysitter that can't handle a couple of little tornados? Yep.
--
See-Threepio thought that if his fine-motor control had allowed it, his entire golden body would be chattering with cold. His internal thermal units were no match for the frozen polar regions of Coruscant.
He was a protocol droid, fluent in over six million forms of communication. He was able to perform an incredible number of diverse tasks -- all of which seemed more appealing at the moment than baby-sitting a pair of wild two-and-a-half-year-olds who saw him as their plaything.
Threepio had taken the twins to the snow-play area at the bottom of the ice slopes, where they could ride tame tauntauns. Little Jacen and his sister Jaina seemed to enjoy the spitting, cumbersome creatures -- and the Umgullian rancher who had brought the furry animals to Coruscant seemed delighted to have the business.
Afterward Threepio had stoically endured as the twins insisted on making a "snow droid" of him, packing layers of snow around his shiny body. He still felt ice crystals caked inside his joints. As he enhanced the output from his optical sensors, Threepio thought that his golden alloy had taken on a decidedly bluish tinge from the low temperature.
On a sledding slope the twins spun around, giggling and shrieking as they bounced against padded restraints in a child's snow skimmer. Threepio waited for them at the bottom, then began the long trudge back up the hill so the children could do it all over again. He felt like a low-capacity labor droid with too little computing power to understand the drudgery of its own existence. "Oh, how I wish Master Solo would get back soon," he said.
At the top of the ramp he secured Jacen and Jaina snugly into theirthe seats. In tandem they looked up at him with rosy-cheeked faces. Humans claimed to find the winter chill exhilarating; Threepio wished he had outfitted himself with more efficient low-temperature lubricants.
"Now, you children be careful on the ride down," he said. "I shall meet you at the bottom and bring you back up." He paused. "Again."
He launched the children in the spinning snow skimmer. Jacen and Jaina laughed and squealed as feathers of snow sprayed down the slope. Threepio began to move with a rapid gait down the long ramp.
When he reached the bottom, the twins were already attempting to unstrap themselves. Jaina had managed to disconnect one buckle, though the attendant at the equipment-rental station had assured Threepio that the restraints were utterly childproof.
"Children, leave that alone!" he said. He refastened Jaina's restraint and switched on the hoverfield beneath the snow skimmer. He grasped the handles and began to climb back up the slope to the launching platform.
When he reached the top, both twins shouted, "Again!" in unison, as if their minds were linked. Threepio decided it was time to lecture the children about overindulgence in enjoyment, but before he could formulate a speech with the appropriate levels of sternness and vocabulary, a crowded shuttle skimmer arrived. Han Solo emerged, pulling back the hood of his gray parka and balancing his turbo-skis on his left shoulder. Kyp Durron followed him out of the transport.
Threepio raised a golden arm. "Over here," he said. "Master Solo, over here!"
"Daddy!" Jaina said. Jacen echoed her a fraction of a second later.
"Thank heavens," Threepio said, and started to unfasten the restraints.
"Get ready to go," Han said as he marched forward, his expression unaccountably troubled. Threepio reached forward, about to begin his litany of complaints, but Han dropped the bulky turbo-skis into the droid's arms.
"Master Solo, is something wrong?" Threepio tried to balance the heavy skis.
"Sorry to cut your vacation short, kids, but we have to get back home," Han said, ignoring the droid.
Threepio straightened. "I'm very glad to hear that, sir. I don't mean to complain, but I was not designed for temperature extremes."
He felt an impact against the back of his head as a large lump of snow splattered him. "Oh!" he said, raising his arms in alarm, barely managing to keep hold of the skis. "Master Solo, I must protest!" he said.
Jacen and Jaina giggled as they each picked up another snowball to throw at the droid.
Han turned to the twins. "Stop playing with Threepio, you two. We have to get back home."