Idea: Somehow, the characters of Star Wars receive letters from their older and sometimes dead selves.

Summary: After a seemingly useless task, the letters they've written to their younger selves disappear. Where did they go?

Disclaimer: I don't own.

Title: Letters From Sometime

(Fifth Reaction: C-3P0)

Coruscant 19 BBY

Dear C-3PO,

I am C-3PO, human-cyborg relations. I am fluent in over six million forms of communication. In other words, I am you. You will continue in an illustrious career in translation, under the orders of Princess, Senator, and later Chief of State Leia Organa, now Solo.

However, there are two small matters to which I would draw your attention. The first is the download of childcare data. You will find it indispensable in the future, though not for many years. The second, and more urgent, matter is the acquisition of blast proof armor plating. This task should be accomplished at the earliest possible convenience.

Best regards,

C-3PO, Human-Cyborg Relations

Threepio nodded his head, maybe he should ask Master Ani for the upgrade, or maybe even he already had it? Mistress Padme was pregnant, though why the House of Organa would be relevant even his processors couldn't figure out.

(End)