This is just a small piece in the life and mind of R2D2, everyone's favourite droid.

These two legs could be rather queer, R2 thought to himself as he rolled past groups of two legs embracing each other, all wearing those odd orange-bright flight suits. He knew they were flight suits because it was programmed into his memory bank but sadly his creator had never seen fit to give him the data bank of knowledge 3-PO possessed, that allowed him to understand two legs. They weren't even called two legs apparently, they had different names. But as far as R2 was concerned they were two legs.

Master Luke, was a Human, according to 3-PO. The others who looked like him were Humans too. Mistress Leia was a different variation of Human. It was too complicated for a astrometric droid, R2 moped, even one that had been modified so many times that it barely even resembled the original build inside. Droids on the other hand were much simpler. There was a designation and if you wanted to be picky a certain class. But it was certainly simpler than the two legs odd ways.

Sometimes R2 pitied two legs.

Shrugging, or at least the droid equivalent, R2 turned away and returned to his work. He'd leave 3-PO to deal with them and he could fix the engines. It was by no means a flawless plan but it still worked. Now how to calibrate this sub-light navi-comp...?

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