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You are not going to believe what happened today, Journal.
When last we spoke I had just been deployed to Tatooine in search of two missing droids. I still have no idea why these droids are so vitally important, but my job is not to ask. It’s to obey orders.
In that vein, my Captain, myself, and a few other troopers were stationed at a checkpoint not far from the Mos Eisley Cantina today when a beat-up old speeder pulled up to our checkpoint. And sitting on the back of this speeder were the two droids we were looking for. At least, they sure looked like the droids we were looking for. What were the odds of two other droids of the same colors being together? I was ecstatic. We had found the droids and were going to get off of this barren, forsaken wasteland. What a desolate, idiotic planet this is.
Off-topic tangent: Do you know they farm water here? Why the hell would you live on a planet where you have to grow your own water? How stupid.
Anyway, so the speeder pulls up to the checkpoint. The captain stops them and starts asking them questions about the droids. There was an old man in a dilapidated old robe and a young kid with blonde hair and farmer’s attire in the speeder. The old man answered the questions and at one point told the captain, “They’re not for sale if you want them.”
I almost broke into hysterics when he said that. The guy was a good actor, I’d give him that.
But then, something strange happened. The old man subtly waved his hand and told the captain that those weren’t the droids we were looking for and to move along.
Nice try nerfherder, I thought.
But then the unthinkable happened. My captain agreed. ”These aren’t the droids we’re looking for,” he announced to us. He then motioned to the young man driving the speeder and commanded him to move along.
I couldn’t believe it. If not for my helmet my jaw would’ve emphatically dropped to the sand. The worse part about it was that my captain did this. It’s not like I can just berate the man for being a complete idiot. I was livid, but I just about chopped my tongue in half when I bit it to keep myself from going off on this fool.
That wasn’t even the worst part. A short time later we were sent to docking bay 94. We had received a tip that the droids had been seen heading that way. So we all busted tail over there.
When we got there the droids were already on board a decrepid CEC YT-1300. There was a lone man by the boarding ramp when we busted into the docking bay. We exchanged fire with him but he quickly escaped up the ramp into the ship and then it blasted out of the bay. With the droids on it. The droids we were looking for.
I’ll probably be permanently stationed here now because of my incompetent and idiotic captain. I hope he gets slaughtered by sand people on our next patrol.
Today sucked, journal. It was probably one of the worst days of my life.
Drun Kenman, signing out.