Droid Shopping

Finally got back from the outer rim and decided it was time to replace R2.  Who knows where he is?  Had the troopers search the entire Star Destroyer.  No signs of Leia.  Might as well do a little droid shopping at this Jawa Outlet I like.  Mostly refurbished and seconds, but you can't beat the prices. 

No.  Definitely not anything by Apple, thank you.  Next!

What's that one called?  A probe droid?  Uh, no, don't need one of those.  Next!

I can't be seen in public with a Hello Kitty Droid, what are you thinking?!  Next!

What's that one do?  Dispense Mountain Dew?  Next!

NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!  Next!

What's wrong with this one?  A bad motivator?  I'll give you 200 credits for it.  Let's go!

Fondue anyone?

To rid my Star Destroyer of the clone cat infestation, I enlisted the help of the bounty hunter Boba Fett.  Fett recommended a trip to a planet deep within the outer rim.  The inhabitants were very enthusiastic to cleanse our vessel, and hospitable as well.  They actually threw an impromptu parade for us!  There was a ceremony and I am now King of Melmac.  The inhabitants are not trooper stock, but perhaps I shall install a nuclear facility for them to operate on the Empires behalf.  I have decided to utilize Fett and my other bounty hunter connections to locate Leia.  I have a Star Destroyer full of cat hair and a lint brush with her name on it.    

Attack of the (Cat) Clones

Catastrophe!  Princess Leia must have left her Easy Bake Clone Oven turned on in her room.  Oh, the horror that 60 watt incandescent bulb has rendered!  I knew I should have got her the Lite-Brite Saber kit instead...bah.  What will the Emperor say when I tell him my Star Destroyer is overrun with Achoo! cats?!
If I start vaporizing them now I'm liable to kill myself in the ensuing dander.  Curses!  This cannot be my destiny, to be defeated by domestic felines.  NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Rebel Cat

Vader:  Princess Leia has smuggled a cat aboard this Star Destroyer. 
I DESPISE cats!  They shed all over and cause all sorts of trouble with my asthma.
Also they like to number 2 in my boots for some reason.  I want that cat vaporized on sight!

Vader:  There it is!  Disintegrate it!

Vader:  sniff...My elite soldiers cannot even shoot a cat.  Why is this happening to me?  Achoo!

The Darth Car

 Storm Trooper:  Holy cow this thing runs on fossil fuels!  This must cost hundreds of thousands of credits just for title, insurance, fuel and maintenance! 

Darth Vader:  Fool!  Of course it is expensive, it is a status symbol.  I expect you to service this vehicle and keep it sparkling like the day it was manufactured.  If I find so much as a dent, a simple scratch, I shall sever your head from your torso.  

Storm Trooper:  But why would you even want a, uh, er...this?

Darth Vader:  Think of it like this...as the Sith Lord Vader I rule the galaxy, 

but as the owner of a 1970 Dodge Challenger, I simply RULE!

An Important Mission

Lord Vader:  Storm Trooper.  I have an important mission for you.

Storm Trooper:  Yes, my liege!  Your will is my command.

Lord Vader:  The toilet on this level is backed up again.  Make sure to plunge it good this time.  I command you to mop up afterward.  Use the stuff that smells like pine trees. 

Storm Trooper:  ~sigh~  Yes, my Dark Master.  It shall be as you decree, your Excellency.

Captured!

Ha ha!  Got a call from the troopers tonight!  Leia is safe and in custody.  So are those losers she hangs out with.  Who do these guys think they are, Z Z Top?  It seems that young Mr. Solo not only has a defective hyper drive, but the title on his craft is in question as well.  Millennium Falcon?  Looks like it belongs to some guy named Lando.  Who the heck names their kid Lando?  Ugh they had a wookie with them.  They don't make a deodorant strong enough for those things. Dunno the kid on the right, but I feel bad for the poor shmoe who fathered him.  What a dork! 

I never thought I'd say it but it's a good thing Padme isn't alive to see her daughter.  She'd kill me if she saw Leia dressed like this!

 

What am I going to do with this child?

Called the Five-Oh tonight...

I was hoping it wouldn't come to this.  Leia has been gone for over 24 hours, and she's turned her cell phone off.  Called in the Five-Oh, actually the 501st, and a local trooper stopped by to file a report.  He tried to be reassuring, telling me about how this sort of thing happens all the time.  She is probably out having the time of her life and here I am worried sick.  The problem with children is they just don't care about anyone but themselves.  I know I haven't been the greatest father but I'm trying my best.  Not like I had a father figure growing up, unless you count that sleemo Watto.  *sigh*  Filed a report for R2 while I was at it.  I hate waiting.  This sucks.

daughter issues...sigh

Well, I found out what happened to my droid.  To make a long story short, I've recently found out that I'm a father.  I wish I would have known sooner.  I've missed so many years.  Her name is Leia.  She is already a teenager and it's like we come from completely different worlds.  Well technically we do, but I digress.  I'm sure she was adorable as a child but now it's all about the hair and makeup and clothes.  She already has her mind made up about the world.  She's interested in boys too, and she's got this terrible rebellious streak.  I think she gets it from her mother. 

So anyways I had her over to the Death Star, kind of a take your daughter to work day sort of thing.  The whole time she acted like I was kidnapping her or something, yelling at me about how evil I was, and how it was wrong to discipline unruly planets by blowing them up.  Then I found out she "lost" my R2 unit!  She says to me "So what's the big deal, it's just a droid."  Just a droid.  Like a 1970 Dodge Challenger is "just" a car.  Kids these days.  I had no choice but to put her in time out with the interrogation droid.

Now she's run off with her boyfriend in his piece of junk starship.  I just don't get it.  Here I am, in charge of maintaining order in a full-fledged galactic empire and I can't even keep an unruly teenage girl in check.  I need a ice mocha bad.

   

Why I miss R2D2...

Please find my lost R2 unit.  We've been through a lot together.  I've got over a decade of data stored on his hard drive, including all my Beatles MP3s, jpegs of my art portfolio, and old holodisk images of all my family and friends.  I could get a new droid but it would never be the same.

It's like when photo went digital and everything became simpler to do.  Suddenly there wasn't a darkroom to hang out in anymore.  No smelly chemicals, but no one to talk to either.  My favorite camera to ever use was my trusty Pentax K-1000.  A sweet 35mm SLR with just aperture, shutter speed, and film settings.  So simple.  So intuitive.  My Cannon digital Rebel gets the job done, but why did they have to name the darn thing Rebel?  Why???

If you locate the R2 unit in question please contact me at jdrhodes77@gmail.com. 

Missing Droid

I am offering a bounty for a missing R2 unit.  Anyone who is in possession of or knows the whereabouts of this astromech should contact me immediately. 

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