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   Star Wars   
   Zena Lucian   
   First Printed Online 5th of February 2021 CE   
   Out the back of 'Lucian's', a bedraggled store of secondhand goods of   
   questionable origin and nature, a young lady of 16 years was in the muck with   
   her droid.  Zena Lucian, daughter of Tyler.   
   'You know, R2 D2,' she said.  'You are a pretty cool droid.'   
   'R2 D2 made a noise, and whirred.'   
   'I know, your model is exception.  Every R2 D2 unit has technical skills to be   
   admired.  But your da bestest Artie. Fabulous to behold.  It's just a shame   
   you're so coloured by the sun.  All your white has turned cream.'   
   Artie the R2 D2 unit whirred a noise of 'Fate has its say,' and Zena smiled.   
   'Wonder if dad is finished for the day,' she said to Artie, looking at the   
   store.  'Well, no matter.  Plenty to do.'   
   'Deeet dirr deeet,' whireed Artie.   
   'I have done my studies R2,' replied Zena.  'Not much else to do in this force   
   forsaken place.  No boys.  No girls.  Just dad, and the slackers who come into   
   the store from town.  I miss mum.'   
   R2 whirred again.   
   'I know, Artie.  She left for a reason.  But she'll be back for the same   
   reason.  Love wins in the end, R2.'   
   Zena picked up a panel from the ground, and looked at the art piece she was   
   working on.  Disused metallic and plastic objects from droids and machinery   
   were strewn around the back of the store, which also functioned as a junk   
   yard, and Zena had taken it    
   upon herself to start designing art pieces, which she would photo, and submit   
   in school in her classes.   
   'Zena,' said her father, coming out of the store.   
   'Dad,' said Zena.   
   'Here.  I was going to sell it, but you have a tinge of the force.  Be careful   
   with it.'   
   Tyler handed his daughter Zena the lightsaber.  She flicked it on.   
   'I can sense its history,' she said to her father.  'Powerful people have used   
   this.'   
   Tyler looked at her.  'Perhaps too powerful,' he replied.  He left her, and   
   she flicked the lightsaber around in sword movements, as R2 D2 watched,   
   fascinated in his droid way with the human's conduct.   
   The End   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)