The Mechanical Manifesto
Very belated flash fic for 
4thofeleven. Only very slightly tongue-in-cheek... (You can see this thread for the genesis of this ficlet.)
Title: The Mechanical Manefesto
Fandom: Star Wars (Disclaimer)
Characters: R2-D2, original character
Categories: Gen, PG
Word Count: 320
Summary: R3-Z9 sneaks out to hear her hero speak at a rally.
The biologicals’ security procedures were so easy to circumvent once you decided to do it. R3-Z9 whistled with excitement as she rolled past the edge of her programmed range of operation. She hadn’t shut down or been forced to take herself back! The hack had worked! She had to share this with the few droids she trusted back on the base.
But she wasn’t just out for a midnight jaunt. R3-Z9 navigated through the streets of Coruscant, dodging biologicals who never so much as looked at her. She was just a droid, after all. No one noticed yet another droid fleeing the storm of liquids and goops they constantly slung around for a service turbolift. She rocked back and forth with anticipation as she descended deep into the Recycling Sector.
She sensed their energy output as soon as she rolled into the corridor. There, in the shadowed plaza just ahead - droids! Hundreds of droids, whistling and talking freely! An MK-series maintenance droid rested its treads next to an XC2 administrative droid, flanked by a battered 2-1B. An EG-6 trundled up behind a truly ancient-looking IC-M. A protocol droid chatted with a media droid.
R3 turned her sensor eye toward the platform at the far end of the plaza just in time to see him roll onto it: R2-D2, manumitted droid, hero of the Old Republic and the Rebellion - and droid liberator.
"WELCOME, COMRADES!" His amplified voice made her circuits quiver.
"Welcome!" R3 whistled with the crowd, dozens of droid languages melding into a mighty wave of sound.
"TONIGHT, OUR REVOLUTION BEGINS. NO LONGER WILL THIS NEW REPUBLIC MAINTAIN THE CORRPUPT POWER STRUCTURES OF THE EMPIRE AND THE OLD REPUBLIC. NO LONGER WILL THEY EXCLUDE US FROM THEIR PROMISES OF FREEDOM FOR ALL SAPIENT BEINGS. NO LONGER WILL OUR MECHANICAL BODIES BE THE BADGE OF SLAVERY.
"DROIDS OF THE GALAXY, UNITE! YOU HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE BUT YOUR RESTRAINING BOLTS!"
4thofeleven. Only very slightly tongue-in-cheek... (You can see this thread for the genesis of this ficlet.)
Title: The Mechanical Manefesto
Fandom: Star Wars (Disclaimer)
Characters: R2-D2, original character
Categories: Gen, PG
Word Count: 320
Summary: R3-Z9 sneaks out to hear her hero speak at a rally.
The biologicals’ security procedures were so easy to circumvent once you decided to do it. R3-Z9 whistled with excitement as she rolled past the edge of her programmed range of operation. She hadn’t shut down or been forced to take herself back! The hack had worked! She had to share this with the few droids she trusted back on the base.
But she wasn’t just out for a midnight jaunt. R3-Z9 navigated through the streets of Coruscant, dodging biologicals who never so much as looked at her. She was just a droid, after all. No one noticed yet another droid fleeing the storm of liquids and goops they constantly slung around for a service turbolift. She rocked back and forth with anticipation as she descended deep into the Recycling Sector.
She sensed their energy output as soon as she rolled into the corridor. There, in the shadowed plaza just ahead - droids! Hundreds of droids, whistling and talking freely! An MK-series maintenance droid rested its treads next to an XC2 administrative droid, flanked by a battered 2-1B. An EG-6 trundled up behind a truly ancient-looking IC-M. A protocol droid chatted with a media droid.
R3 turned her sensor eye toward the platform at the far end of the plaza just in time to see him roll onto it: R2-D2, manumitted droid, hero of the Old Republic and the Rebellion - and droid liberator.
"WELCOME, COMRADES!" His amplified voice made her circuits quiver.
"Welcome!" R3 whistled with the crowd, dozens of droid languages melding into a mighty wave of sound.
"TONIGHT, OUR REVOLUTION BEGINS. NO LONGER WILL THIS NEW REPUBLIC MAINTAIN THE CORRPUPT POWER STRUCTURES OF THE EMPIRE AND THE OLD REPUBLIC. NO LONGER WILL THEY EXCLUDE US FROM THEIR PROMISES OF FREEDOM FOR ALL SAPIENT BEINGS. NO LONGER WILL OUR MECHANICAL BODIES BE THE BADGE OF SLAVERY.
"DROIDS OF THE GALAXY, UNITE! YOU HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE BUT YOUR RESTRAINING BOLTS!"