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Fic Friday: 'Reboot'
Apr. 1st, 2016 03:49 pm…bip-beep whrrr, BB-8 concluded sadly.
R2-D2 rocked a little in distress. Mrwp-rhwrr, he replied, rotating his lens a little to watch Leia as she talked with Poe Dameron and some of the other pilots, C-3PO next to her and as ready to serve as always. For a moment, he could run the visual comparison algorithms and see how it was still…
Still what? Those last days after Luke had sent him back alone, before he’d powered himself down? Leia had begun to show that constant exhaustion then, with Han and Chewie run off to who-knew-where, the First Order leaping into new vitality.
Still the days before he and Luke had left? Ben on edge, Luke frustrated and afraid and doing what he could to hide it from everyone he felt so responsible for.
Still the Rebellion? Still the days of being on the run more often than not, of the shadow of the Empire coming for them, Leia trying so hard to carry the weight of so many people’s burdens—even some she didn’t know about—while Han tried to pretend he didn’t care and Luke carrying a weight very different from Leia’s but no lighter.
Still the Clone Wars? Not Leia, but her mother, on a warship where she should never have been except for her inability to resist the thick of things; Ahsoka, quick and bright and always at their backs; the Jedi and the clones working together to protect so much, none of them knowing it was poisoned—and Anakin, not always making the best choices but trying so hard as the galaxy slowly burned around them.
Organics, they could dream and imagine. Logic suggested that given the definitions of the terms, if he were an organic, he could for a moment almost ‘imagine’ that the images were all the same. That was how little had changed, in a manner which defied all the logic circuits he had. Here they still were, his humans, fighting against something terrible and large and endlessly uncaring, and they fought because they did care. They always cared.
Now Leia wore more lines of grief she still couldn’t allow herself to take the time to feel—anymore than she could for Alderaan—while remaining lives depended on her. Luke was as deep in hiding as Yoda and Obi-wan had once been. Han was never coming back, and Chewie wasn’t forgiving himself. Ben…
Well.
And there was the new girl. Unit designation ‘Rey.’ She used the same lightsaber R2 remembered from so many years before in Anakin’s hands. She’d brought the map piece home.
BB-8 couldn’t know it, but from everything he’d said, she was more like the two boys from a different desert planet R2-D2 had given so much of his life to than simply having enormous talent for the Force.
Bee-oop blip, he said finally, decisively setting down his third leg to wheel himself over to her. After all those years at low power, he ready to get back to work.
Maybe all Luke needed was for Rey to reboot him, and he’d feel the same way, too.
R2-D2 rocked a little in distress. Mrwp-rhwrr, he replied, rotating his lens a little to watch Leia as she talked with Poe Dameron and some of the other pilots, C-3PO next to her and as ready to serve as always. For a moment, he could run the visual comparison algorithms and see how it was still…
Still what? Those last days after Luke had sent him back alone, before he’d powered himself down? Leia had begun to show that constant exhaustion then, with Han and Chewie run off to who-knew-where, the First Order leaping into new vitality.
Still the days before he and Luke had left? Ben on edge, Luke frustrated and afraid and doing what he could to hide it from everyone he felt so responsible for.
Still the Rebellion? Still the days of being on the run more often than not, of the shadow of the Empire coming for them, Leia trying so hard to carry the weight of so many people’s burdens—even some she didn’t know about—while Han tried to pretend he didn’t care and Luke carrying a weight very different from Leia’s but no lighter.
Still the Clone Wars? Not Leia, but her mother, on a warship where she should never have been except for her inability to resist the thick of things; Ahsoka, quick and bright and always at their backs; the Jedi and the clones working together to protect so much, none of them knowing it was poisoned—and Anakin, not always making the best choices but trying so hard as the galaxy slowly burned around them.
Organics, they could dream and imagine. Logic suggested that given the definitions of the terms, if he were an organic, he could for a moment almost ‘imagine’ that the images were all the same. That was how little had changed, in a manner which defied all the logic circuits he had. Here they still were, his humans, fighting against something terrible and large and endlessly uncaring, and they fought because they did care. They always cared.
Now Leia wore more lines of grief she still couldn’t allow herself to take the time to feel—anymore than she could for Alderaan—while remaining lives depended on her. Luke was as deep in hiding as Yoda and Obi-wan had once been. Han was never coming back, and Chewie wasn’t forgiving himself. Ben…
Well.
And there was the new girl. Unit designation ‘Rey.’ She used the same lightsaber R2 remembered from so many years before in Anakin’s hands. She’d brought the map piece home.
BB-8 couldn’t know it, but from everything he’d said, she was more like the two boys from a different desert planet R2-D2 had given so much of his life to than simply having enormous talent for the Force.
Bee-oop blip, he said finally, decisively setting down his third leg to wheel himself over to her. After all those years at low power, he ready to get back to work.
Maybe all Luke needed was for Rey to reboot him, and he’d feel the same way, too.
