Post by Jane Porter on Apr 14, 2009 13:04:54 GMT -5
Clad in a white dress, with her brown hair up in two familiar side-buns, Princess Leia Porter-Organa hid in fear from the Stormtroopers - and the awful, tyrannical Darth Ego Vader. As long as she hid herself, she would avoid capture. She could not let the Death Star plans fall into the wrong hands. She only had one last hope for the Galaxy.
Earlier, she had recorded a message on a droid - PEN-E - to be sent to an old ally of the Jedi.
"Help me Obi-Wan Kanani. You're my only hope," she had said.
If only the message could get out to him. Leia prayed with all of her might that it could. This was not just for her, but for her people, and her planet. She sighed. Alderaan. How she missed that place. Would she ever see it again?
[Av + Sig by Prince Rupert!][I also play Milo Thatch & Rosetta]
Gadget, the chief of the Jawas, was spending the day trudging through the desert wastes, searching for cast-off metal, spare parts, and other bits of junk.
Of course, that's what she did every day. Except when the Jawas found something. Then she spent the day in her giant sandcrawler, taking things apart, putting them together, repairing, rewiring, and all that stuff.
But not today. They hadn't found anything worth salvaging.
Suddenly, the tiny scavenger heard a strain of lovely music. Actually it was the hum of a small motor of some kind. But any engine noise was music to her ears.
Gadget motioned the rest of her Jawa band to silence and, climbing to the top of a rock outcropping, peered over. The all-pervading sun glinted off her sand-goggles, giving the impression of two glowing eyes beneath her cloak.
"Golly! It's a droid!" she whispered to herself. What a find! A working machine instead of rusty junk!
Readying her weapon, the Jawa chief waited for the little bot to come within range.