A/N: Don't be expecting an A/N at the beginning of every chapter, but this one has one. Anyway, I just wanted to let you guys know that I'm gonna try to upload these chapters as often as possible, because this don't take very long to write! The only problem being; with all this bold shit, I need a computer to upload, but I'm grounded! So by the time this comes out, I will no longer be grounded. For those who are wondering, it is Monday when I'm writing this, and this will probably be going up tomorrow. And then I won't be grounded. I just wanted to let you guys know why I didn't upload a chapter for a whole day.

The Sandcrawler moves slowly down a great sand dune. Inside, Threepio and Artoo noisily bounce along inside the cramped prison chamber. Artoo appears to be shut off.

THREEPIO: Wake up! Wake up!

Suddenly the shaking and bouncing of the Sandcrawler stops, creating quite a commotion among the mechanical men. Threepio's fist bangs the head of Artoo whose computer lights pop on as he begins beeping.

"Be nice!" Ruby said. Her teammates immediately straightened out, having been on the receiving end of a few of Ruby's angry rants about getting along before.

At the far end of the long chamber a hatch opens, filling the chamber with blinding white light. a dozen or so Jawas make their way through the odd assortment of robots.

THREEPIO: We're doomed.

A Jawa starts moving toward them. THREEPIO: Do you think they'll melt us down?

"I hope not…" Ruby nervously murmured.

Artoo responds, making beeping sounds.

THREEPIO: Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Will this never end?

The Jawas mutter gibberish as they busily line up their battered captives, including Artoo and Threepio, in front of the enormous Sandcrawler, which is parked beside a small homestead consisting of three large holes in the ground surrounded by several tall moisture vaporators and one small adobe block house. The Jawas scurry around fussing over the robots, straightening them up or brushing some dust from a dented metallic elbow.

"Gettin' sold!" Blake teased. Ruby immediately turned and glared at her teammate.

The shrouded little creatures smell horribly, attracting small insects to the dark areas when their mouths and nostrils should be. Out of the shadows of a dingy side-building limps Owen Lars, a large burly man in his mid-fifties. His reddish eyes are sunken in a dust-covered face. As the farmer carefully inspects each robot, he is closely followed by his slump- shouldered nephew, Luke Skywalker. One of the vile little Jawas walks ahead of the farmer spouting an animated sales pitch in a queer, unintelligible language. A voice calls out from one of the huge holes that form the homestead. Luke goes over to the edge and sees his Aunt Beru standing in the main courtyard.

BERU: Luke, tell Owen that if he gets a translator to be sure it speaks Bocce.

LUKE: It looks like we don't have much of a choice but I'll remind him.

Luke returns to his uncle as they look over the equipment for sale with the Jawa leader.

OWEN: I have no need for a protocol droid.

THREEPIO:(quickly) Sir - not in an environment such as this - that's why I've also been programmed for over thirty secondary functions that...

"Thirty!?" Weiss asked."I can't even learn one secondary language!"

Blake turned to her teammate, "Ich spreche etwa gleich viel wie dieses Gold ficken." She said.

OWEN: What I really need is a droid that understands the binary language of moisture vaporators.

"What's that?" Yang asked.

"Well," Weiss said. "It's a dessert planet. They need to get water from somewhere."

"Ah. Water farmers."

THREEPIO: Vaporators! Sir - My first job was programming binary load lifter... very similar to your vaporators. You could say...

OWEN: Do you speak Bocce?

"He understands Artoo!" Ruby told Owen.

THREEPIO: Of course I can, sir. It's like a second language for me... I'm as fluent in Bocce...

OWEN: All right shut up! (turning to Jawa) I'll take this one.

THREEPIO: Shutting up, sir.

"Aw~" The sisters cooed in unison.

OWEN: Luke, take these two over to the garage, will you? I want you to have both of them cleaned up before dinner.

LUKE: But I was going into Toshi Station to pick up some power converters...

"Angsty teen?" Yang asked. "I think we have our main character!"

"And he's the same age as the princess!" Blake pointed out. "Love interests maybe?"

"Nah!" Ruby told them. "I feel like they'll just have a brother and sister kind of relationship."

There was silence for a moment, but it was broken when Yang shouted, "That's crazy talk!"

OWEN: You can waste time with your friends when your chores are done. Now come on, get to it!

LUKE: All right, come on! And the red one, come on. Well, come on, Red, let's go.

"So he's Roman now?" Ruby asked, earning a kick in the shins from Weiss and Yang.

As the Jawas start to lead the three remaining robots back into the Sandcrawler, Artoo lets out a pathetic little beep and starts after his old friend Threepio. He is restrained by a slimy Jawa, who zaps him with a control box. Owen is negotiating with the head Jawa. Luke and the two robots start off for the garage when a plate pops off the head of the red astro-droid's head plate and it sparks wildly.

LUKE: Uncle Owen...

OWEN: Yeah?

LUKE: This R2 unit has a bad motivator. Look! OWEN(to the head Jawa) Hey, what're you trying to push on us?

The Jawa goes into a loud spiel. Meanwhile, Artoo has snuck out of line and is moving up and down trying to attract attention. He lets out with a low whistle. Threepio taps Luke on the shoulder.

THREEPIO(pointing to Artoo) Excuse me, sir, but that R2 unit is in prime condition. A real bargain.

"He's lookin' out for his buddy!" Ruby pointed out.

LUKE: Uncle Owen...

OWEN: Yeah?

LUKE: What about that one?

OWEN(to Jawa) What about that blue one? We'll take that one.

With a little reluctance the scruffy dwarf trades the damaged astro-droid for Artoo.

LUKE: Yeah, take it away.

THREEPIO: Uh, I'm quite sure you'll be very pleased with that one, sir. He really is in first-class condition. I've worked with him before. Here he comes.

Owen pays off the whining Jawa as Luke and the two robots trudge off toward a grimy homestead entry.

LUKE: Okay, let's go.

THREEPIO(to Artoo) Now, don't you forget this! Why I should stick my neck out for you is quite beyond my capacity!

"It's because you like him and he's your friend." Ruby said. "Admit it!"