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[we_re_doomed]

–dear. This doesn't look right at all.

[The perspective shifts from the skewed angle of the temple to a shiny, gold-plated head. The pair of eyes shine brightly as they look at nothing in particular, the politeness in C-3PO's voice coming in clearer now. It barely wavers as he continues prattling on.]

Oh no. I'm certain I was never deactivated within the past few minutes! This hallway seems to have changed. [He sighs, shaking his head.] And everything was going so well– wait a minute. [He looks up.] Artoo? Artoo, where did you go?

[Taking a look around, he has failed to notice the Acolyte that approaches him.]

You can't have disappeared on me. You don't even move that fast. I knew I couldn't count on you for anything.

[In the middle of this, he realizes he still has the comlink in his other hand. Again the angle shifts, now giving a perspective of the droid's upper body.]

Master Luke? Oh! I forgot I turned it off. [Click.] Master Luke? Are you there, sir? Sir?

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[kick_astromech]

[His tone's quite obviously annoyed as he twitters and whistles, ending with a blunt-sounding 'bwaat.']

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[we_re_doomed]

How dare you use that tone with me, you little–

[!!!]

Artoo-Detoo! It is you!!

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[kick_astromech]

[Oh finally. But Artoo warbles happily, now that they've got that out of the way. After all, what would Threepio do without him if he were the only one stuck on this weirdo alien planet?]

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[we_re_doomed]

Oh, thank the Maker you're here! I thought I lost you!

[And of course, from his joy he swings back into a more annoyed tone.]

You should have said something sooner!

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[kick_astromech]

[Insert a flatish side-beeping here. Oh brother.

It's no damper on his mood though. Artoo chirps and twitters back in his talky sort of way.]

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[we_re_doomed]

Don't think I didn't hear that. I was ready to accept the fact it was going to be a lonely road from here on out. I would have done so too if you never made contact!

Oh...where are you, anyway?

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[kick_astromech]

[You worry too much. But what else is new? The droid tweedles, informing Threepio of his current location. ...not that he thinks it would matter much if the protocol droid hasn't learned where he is yet.]

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[we_re_doomed]

I do not. I worry just enough for the both of us.

Well, if you're not sure where you are, I can at least take a look around here.

[There's some shuffling done as he says this. A short gasp of surprise follows.]

I believe this...temple...is near a lake.

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[kick_astromech]

[The astromech warbles thoughtfully before giving a whistle.]

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[we_re_doomed]

Do you? I'm wondering if it is too far a trek...

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[kick_astromech]

[He twitters at that, adding a forlorn hoot.]

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[we_re_doomed]

...True enough. Giant droid-like beings do need their space just like any other species.

Still, I suppose it wouldn't be too much trouble. Unlike the sands of Tatooine, this is more preferable.

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[kick_astromech]

[We'll see what Threepio thinks after he sees the rest of the quadrants. But that's fun times for later. Artoo beeps again, suggesting where they can meet.]

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[we_re_doomed]

[At this, Threepio sounds a little perplexed.]

Junk pile? Do we really need to go over to a junk pile?

...If there is no other way...

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[kick_astromech]

[Giving an innocent round of beeps and chirps, the droid ends with another whistle, obviously not giving Threepio room for further argument.]

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[we_re_doomed]

[He gives a resigned sigh.]

Oh, all right. I hope you know what you're doing.

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[kick_astromech]

[He always knows what he's doing!]