[Well, hello there. Look who decided to catch up on everything belatedly.]

Do pardon my interruption, but what's all this about the Badlands? I thought it was a place we were not suppose to enter...

[Hesitation of the droid sort. It sits there for a few seconds. A change in the angle of the feed means Threepio is busy thinking.

Aloud.]

I can't believe it. How did I miss all of this???

McCrane, sir? Are you available?

Pardon my intrusion upon any business you may be involved in at the moment, but I only ask for a minute of your time. I have been told by a Sir Thundercracker that you are a part of a police force?

[There's a pause as a quick line of twittering notes is heard off-screen. Threepio jerkily looks downward.]

–Artoo, can't you see I'm trying to contact someone? I don't go about interrupting your conversations, now, do I? And what do you mean my arm is glowing?

[Right when he says this, he looks back at his arm. Cue panic.]

Oh! Oh dear!! My arm! Help!!!

[There is a view...of the sky. As nice a shot it is, it doesn't last for long. Because this is actually coming from a certain protocol droid who finds himself in a terrible situation.]

Artoo! Artoo, help me!

[Oh boy. What is it this time? The little astromech trundles over towards the edge of what looks like steps better suited for Cybertronian use. He whistles lowly as he peers down.

From where he now lay, C-3PO waves his arms helplessly. He sounds both indignant and worried.]

Must I repeat myself? Just help me up!

[Artoo beeps flatly, his dome swiveling slightly to look around before he rolls away from the edge. Oh look Threepio, he's leaving you.

...just kidding. He's just going to take another route down- namely that handy ramp on the opposite side.]

Where are you going– oh. Well, all right. Go ahead and take your time, I have nowhere I need to be right now.

How was I suppose to know what you meant by this step being a "doozy?" I don't even know what that word means! I've never heard of it before. Not even when I was first programmed, I'm sure!

[He's taking his sweet time, trundling on down until comes up beside the fallen protocol droid, twittering almost amusedly.]

Yes, laugh it all up, you bucket of bolts. At the speed you were going, you could have been here by this time tomorrow and just as useless.

[Artoo halts at that, and then does an about-face, starting to roll off in the opposite direction with what might amount to an electronic huff.

At this, Threepio flails.]

Wait! Artoo, wait – I didn't mean it! Don't leave me here! Who knows what lurks around the area!

[It takes a moment, but the little droid does return, treating Threepio to a smattering of beeps and chirps. After assessing the other droid's situation, he promptly pops out a welding arm so that he can set to making the necessary repairs.

Really now, Threepio, those legs of yours come off way too easily.]

Oh thank goodness. The sooner we get this done, the faster we can– ow! Be careful with that! Haven't you ever heard of being gentle when you do these things? I still need to walk, you know!

–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?