A Greek Beauty

Artoo-Detoo stood just outside the entrance to the secret Rebel ice hangar, dustedwith a layer of snow that had settled over his plug-shaped body. His inner timingmechanisms knew he had waited here a long time and his optical sensor told him thatthe sky was dark. But the R2 unit was concerned only with his built-in probe-sensors that were stillsending signals across the ice fields. His long and earnest sensor-search for themissing Luke Skywalker and Han Solo had not turned up a thing. The stout droid began beeping nervously when Threepio approached him,plodding stiffly through the snow. "Artoo," the gold-colored robot inclined the upper half of his form at the hipjoints, "there's nothing more you can do. You must come inside." Threepiostraightened to his full height again, simulating a human shiver as the night winds