Queen Kit

The Jedi Masters were standing in front of Queen Kit prepared to be perfectly reasonable and she just wasn’t having it.  Jedi or not she was certain that the woman by Qui-Gon’s side was more than just a trifle smug.  She thought that she had won because she had another Jedi with her.  Well the joke was on her.  She had run off and left poor little George to be Archived alone and that mattered.

AN: I'm only posting things I've written here.  I'll link the other tumblr fics, but they are not mine so I am not posting.

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QueenKit paced in front of the bathroom mirror contemplating how to bring the situation to Lord Venge.  Her comrades might be surprised to realize just how nervous she, the dark lady of the archives, typically was.  Hell they didn’t even really know what her real name was.  Probably because she rarely spent any time outside of Data & Physical Archives she had built up for their grand overlord’s cause; it was her comfort zone.  Avoiding social situations was also made easy by the somewhat temperamental bots she had purchased with some of their funds to help maintain the physical archive zone.

A deep breath as she turned to face the mirror to run through it, for the third time.

 “My Lord Venge.”  That much she could almost manage without her voice turning timid, even without the presence of their overlord.  “If say, ah, one of your faithful servants happened to…  acquire a Jedi, well, could we keep him?”

 Oh dear heavens it sounded more like she wanted to keep a stray dog. Well he was sortof cute, for a padawan.

 And well, I guess he’s really more of a padawan, still has the braid and all. But he was trying to sneak into the archives and the bots programming is still a little buggy so they filed him under J. They stuffed him in the closet and locked it and he couldn’t get out because they filed his lightsaber under L, not to mention the whack on the head, I think he was mostly unconscious before I found him there.  And they really are odd they took out the power cell to file separately but they left the rest of it together and they didn’t file it under P so I’m still looking for that.  Not even sure how they got it out without destroying the thing.”

Oh god she was babbling this was going to be really bad if she couldn’t get this organized before she actually had to confess that she had an injured Jedi Padawan - maybe a concussion? – resting on her couch.  Really she had expected him to run away, she had tried to release him into the wild after she was certain he hadn’t even acquired any data, but the damn padawan was fascinated by the filing bots.

“Oh and until I get the bots sorted out most sentient beings other than myself should probably avoid entering the archives unless they want to be filed.  Good news is that their data profiles were just updated with holo-pics so at least they would be filed under the right letter.”

 Pacing again.   This was NOT her day.

 “They should be able to get the data from their datapads like normal people… well if that’s actually working again.  Actually they should probably just contact me to get it.  Or maybe the slicer?  I think they already hacked the archives right?”

Fuck.  This was going to be a long day.