one of a kind.

     This was hopeless. He hadn’t seen anyone he recognized, the culture on this planet seemed so unfamiliar, and worst of all, most of the norms back home seemed entirely foreign here. There was no sign of Rey or Poe (or even Finn, despite his initial dislike toward the ex-Stormtrooper), but at least no one seemed to know what the First Order was. Then again, nobody understood him here.

     BB-8 had to wonder why he was brought here. He was nothing more than an astromech, built to control the power distribution of Poe’s starfighter. Maybe there was a purpose to this, or maybe he wasn’t looking hard enough? Maybe his friends were here, he just couldn’t find them...? Whatever the case was, this was clearly too much thinking for as small of a bot as himself, and BB-8′s dome-like head was beginning to spin.

     He sighed. This was too much. He wanted to go home. Not like his apartment “home,” but home. He was miserable.

     That is, until rolling back to his given apartment did he see that familiar tousled hair. No. It couldn’t be...! There was no way--! But... Maybe--?

     It was a windy day. The kind of day that reminded BB-8 of his socket in Poe’s X-wing, helping operate his ship while the pilot shot down First Order stormtroopers (the small droid couldn’t help but sigh at the thought). It was also the kind of day that sweeps everything from the ground: trash, snow, and creatures apparently now too.

     From the corner of his front view camera could BB-8 see a cloaked stranger emerge from the city horizons, only to land safely to the ground. She was graceful, like a leaf falling from a tree -- of course he couldn’t help but be captivated!

     He was spoiled. He hadn’t realized until now, but... Goodness, in a city filled with unfamiliar faces, it suddenly felt as if he was alone again. No one who could understand you, no one who knew what you needed -- honestly, he was lucky to have run into Rey so quickly back on Jakku. Incredibly lucky. Unrealistically lucky...

     The small bot lowered his head, disheartened. Hoo boy. Things were pretty bad. But that wasn’t any reason to give up yet! There was still hope! (Right...?)

     And so, head high and bottom orb puffed out, BB-8 approached the nearest friendly individual he could scout out and piped: 

     Even in distant parallel universes, it took BB-8 approximately 3.5 seconds to discover people would, in fact, continue to try to harvest his parts. That said, the young girl waiting at the bus stop could see the small android zoom past, beeping frantically as a middle-aged man pursued close behind.

LOUD BEEPING ENSUES