On a Planet Far Far Away...

After talking with the lot of them for a while, they all said their respective goodbyes and headed away to their cottage-like homes.  The cyan-blue one obviously still not trusting my presence as she left. She did not like me at all.

What did I do? All I did was point the most dangerous weapon known in their faces! I didn't kill them!

...And I still apologized.

I actually had come to know about this young group much more information than I had anticipated. They were a group of ponies called , "The Elements of Harmony."

Yes corny, I know.

Apparently, they know about the force as well, but come to know it as one term, magic. Also for some reason they can wield a rainbow cannon, which I am NOT even going to bother looking into it.

Then they introduced themselves to me. For example, Fluttershy being the yellow Pegasus with a soft shade of light pink hair, and a soft, butter yellow coat. Of course, I had learned that she was the shy one of them all, (of course I had pointed my weapon at the frail one) and taking care of the local fauna that lived on this lively rock. Noted.

Then there was Pinkie Pie (funny name by the way), a pink and bubbly earth pony, who was just bursting multitudes of excitement and joyfulness. She had a curly, hot pink mane, with a slightly lighter shade of pink fur coat.

I mentally noted the fact that the largest (she's an Alicorn named Celestia I found out) being said she raises the sun. Ergo, the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard in my entire life. I had to suppress a laugh. She also has sibling who raises the moon, whom she said will stop in the nearest settlement soon for a holiday of some sort I presume.

But really, I mean, what is THAT? Raising the SUN AND MOON?! I would call her out for being an attention hog, but her senses said she was telling the truth. The fact is, I'm not even sure if I trust the FORCE on this one!

Anyway, the purple unicorn, whom is by the way "Twilight Sparkle" The Element of Magic, told me she would come back tomorrow for some 'questions'. Context by the way the other ones tried to hide their smiles, suggested to me that there will be more than just some questions.

Especially how that cyan one squinted her eyes and gave me a smirk... I didn't like that smirk.

I don't mind it though. She seemed nice enough, so it shouldn't be much of a problem.

After they left, I found the friendly Zebra who had taken me first in, according to their account of the 'incident'. She apparently found me with that same eye scar, and bleeding profusely. After taking me to her  home, she had found this strange concoction that would make my scar disappear, and be healthy in about a week.

I was overjoyed to say the least, that my ugly mark would disappear over the course of a few days. However it kind of scares me of how they can just make scars and wounds 'disappear' like that. I don't have any complaints though.

Sadly, now I feel bad for Skywalker since he had an eye scar, and couldn't erase it since it only works within a twenty four hour period. Lucky me, she found me about two hours later, with a (sadly) still well-intact droid.

Even though that piece of scrap metal says he's an R1, I've upgraded him so much, the republic mistakes him for an R2 unit. Although, most R2 units aren't black at all. When they call him an R2, it's all fine and dandy, but ME? If I accidently say R2, he electrocutes me for all it's worth! Don't get me started on that time in Anaxes! He also insists on calling him a 'he' even though he's technically an it!

Complaining. Not the Jedi way at all, but who cares? I'm no Jedi anymore heh, heh.

For all of his faults though, his actions does prove his worth as a trust worthy companion. Being whether setting fire to other droids (Which I find HIGHLY amusing), helping me navigate through asteroid fields, and sometimes unlocking blast doors, he knows how to pull us through tight situations.

No matter HOW annoying it may be...

To my amusement, he actually kicked it off with Pinkie Pie. Talking about... whatever it was they were talking about. I don't know. When you're barraged with a group of equines who's all trying to talk to you at once, it's hard to hear those things. Well, most of the group at least. Rainbow Dash was just trying to be as much of a pain as possible. Which, I don't mind all too much, but with her annoyance, I thought she would get along ALOT quicker with the droid than Pinkie.

Back to the present, she was sitting in a cross-legged position in the middle of the circular rug of the next room over. She did say she would meditate for a while, so I'm not all that surprised. Hmm, now that I think about it, she kind of reminds me of of Master Yoda. Only better looking.

...What? I can't say a pony is good looking? SorryYoda is old, wrinkly and ugly looking, so it's not that hard to beat him at a beauty contest. Sakes, he's over eight hundred years old!

Off topic again. My mistake.

I knocked three times on the misshapen door-frame announcing my presence. She simply opened her right eye and motioned me to come forward. I'm not that used to taking orders besides my master. But he's... well... well, none of that now.

Obeying her order, I walk into the somewhat-empty room. My boots scrunched on the rather uncomfortable rug as I walked forward.

Following her example, I sat down, and folded my legs into a meditative position. However, after five minutes of waiting, it seemed pointless, so I already set my eyes on going away again. Not a moment after these thoughts crept into my head, she began.

"Zecora's the name." she responded, closing her eye once more. "Rhyming is my game." Okay. She rhymes, this might take some getting used to. Still, that's quite adorable. "What is your name, if not being so-"

"HELLO!" shouted an over-enthusiastic certain little droid. We were apparently to wrapped up in our own devices that we didn't see the small little robot follow me in. Though, he is hard to miss.

Zecora, who I thought would me more or less the least bit surprised, was actually surprisingly calm. Though, for a fraction of a second her face scrunched in dismay. She didn't look that amused, but she was still unusually calm.

Yep! Exactly like Yoda.

I just kind of sat there watching the two of them stare down each other. Granted I can't exactly know if a droid is staring. Zecora, however, still kept the warm expression on her face that was only broken once today.

"R1 at your service!" The droid perked up, breaking the awkward silence that ensued for a few more seconds.

Not being rude to my host, I ignored my droids plea for conversation and answer, "My name is Rig."

"Rig? Short name, not too big." She replied breaking eye contact with the droid, turning to face me doing so."So much panic was around, with what you have caused."

"What do you mean?" I stared at her with a questioning look in my eyes. Couldn't believe why I would be any problem to cause mass panic.

"Well, as you can see, your metal object came crashing down," Zecora began, "In the middle of a... as Equestrians say, 'How-down'." Her head turned slightly to the opening of a window. "Over there, is where it was held. As soon as your... whatever it truly is came down, many were Frazzled."

I looked out the open window, which was giving a soft warm breeze, to a mess of swamp like trees. "Erm, where exactly?" I asked.

"The city is named Canterlot. It lies beyond the treeline. That is its spot."

After a few more minutes of conversation, which the droid didn't interrupt again, I politely excused myself and went back to the quarters in which I was assigned to. I simply through myself on the bed and lay there until sleep took its toll.

"Hello Zecora. May I come in?" Twilight Sparkle said hesitantly through a crack in the wooden door. I know I shouldn't, but I reached out with the force to read her emotions.

By her emotions, I can tell she was the slightest bit anxious. However, all my eyes were allowed to see was the slightest bit of purple behind the small slit. Good, Knowing your interrogator before interrogation. You know, for someone without the force they'd have to see them up close for a try at guessing their emotion. I've said this before and I'll say it again...

...I love the Force.

Zecora pranced up to the creaky-old door humming what I assume to be some tribal chant to herself. Nice tune by the way.

She finished off singing, "Welcome Twilight! You are always welcome, though it is only just broke light." to finish her song. A little off key, mind you, and opened the door to

She said pointing towards sunrise in her left window, to prove the point of being only daybreak.

Even with the knowledge of her emotions, I couldn't prepare myself for the flood that came my way.

I can sense her wanting to ask millions of questions from the door that acted as a dam. That look she gave me, filled with the curiosity of a feline, made me shiver just a pinch.

She walked up to me, hoof steps trailing behind, and began to look all around me, looking at my features that I held. More or less my hands and feet.

"Soooo, Rig was your name was it?" She said propping herself up with a wooden chair as she spoke softly. A quill, and notepad floating in the air.

"Rig is the name, mechanics is my game!" I said proudly. Zecora glanced over and smiled at the small rhymer I had just made, but quickly went back to meditating on the floor, reminding me again of how Yoda can easily kick it off with her.

"Mechanics?" The purple unicorn said, her ears perking up as I said this.

"Look to your left," I pointed out the sleek black astromech that had already shut down for the night. "I reassembled it from scratch, and now even rivals the mastery of the new R2 droids!"

Her lavender ear twitched. "Erm... no, I'll save that for later. For now, did you make that pile of scrap metal as well?" She laughed. Not just the awkward laughs the group shared yesterday, but rather more genuine I should say.

I numbly smiled back. "No, you can thank the senate for that." I added chuckling. "I have the brains to do so, yet in reality, I can't put a whole SHIP together!" Hiding another suppressed chuckle I folded my arms.

"So... about yesterday..."

"Hm?"

"How did you jump that high out of a cotton-fiber bed? By my calculations, you wouldn't be able to jump a mere foot!"

I thought about it for a moment, bringing my hand up to my scruffy red, Obi-Wan type beard. Judging by the council, they do chin-rubbing all the time, so this shouldn't be that different.

"Well..." I began, "Do you remember the purple aura that surrounded your..."

"-Horn?"

"Yes horn."

"Hm. It's magic, nothing much else. Wait!" She scooted in closer to me, quite a bit more excited then before. "Do YOU, perform magic as well?!" She was on the brink of exploding.

"Not exactly, you see, my species- and many other species mind you, have a connection with an all-powerful source called 'The Force'. Yet, only some can wield it at their will."

"The Force?"

I stared her straight in the face, and cupped her petit chin in my fingers. "My dear, the force surrounds us, binds us, and brings us all together. Some use it for good, some use it for evil, and this planet my dear..." I gestured in every direction, "...is full of it."

"So... what you're saying is-"

"-All of your magic is caused by something called The Force? Then yes."

I let go, and softly closed my eyes. "However, only the Jedi and Sith truly care about it now. Besides that, the Republic wants nothing but this... pointless war." Satisfied with my response, I leaned back into my pillow.

The Force tugged at me. The mood changed drastically.

"Republic?"

My eyes shot open.

Oh this is going to be a *long** day...*