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Chapter contributed by : WacheyP87

****Up, Up, and Away! Part 1**** by: Wachey universe: G1

Ever since the report featuring the two droids who saved people from the I-10 bridge incident the clones became a very big hit. Everyone, including the government wanted them, but unfortunately not everyone could afford them.

Among the people who couldn’t was Maggie Mitchell. A woman in her mid-twenties, Maggie was striving to be a comic book writer and artist, but so far hadn’t found a suitable partner to work with on her projects. The vast majority would be too busy with other works, or moved out of town for a better job. And since short stories and doodles didn’t pay for the bills by themselves, Maggie had to get a job working at her local newspaper.

Then the droids became the biggest news of the year, and when a few of the highest paid reporters managed to get one, everyone else couldn’t help but envy them. That included Maggie, who fell in love with the idea of having a personal robot.

“You know something that would be really awesome?” Maggie asked one of her coworkers as they were eating lunch.

“I don’t know what?” Sally replied, trying to enjoy her sub.

“If I won the lottery. Then I could buy my own droid and stop envying Lisa and Frank.” Maggie stated, adjusting her glasses as she did.

“If you won the lottery you could buy me one.”

“That depends on how much money I have left after I buy my mom, brother, and sister new cars and possibly droids if they want one. Oh, and then there’s my college debt. Heck, I may only have enough for one droid,” Maggie muttered defeated.

“Isn’t the lottery one-hundred twenty-seven million right now?” Sally questioned.

Suddenly perking up, Maggie declared dramatically, “To a gas station!”

“Maggie, your inner geek is showing.”

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Having purchased herself a ticket, Maggie went back to work in an attempt to stop thinking about the droids, but alas, fate was against the brown-haired woman.

“Mitchell, I need you to go over these rules and then update the website with our latest contest. We also need banners made for it,” her editor-in-chief Mr. Ed requested as he dropped off a small amount of paperwork for her to go over.

Taking and then reading the first page, Maggie grew stunned. The prize for this contest was going to be a droid! One of the flyer models to be more specific, but it didn’t say which one.

“Can you get this done by Friday?”

“Uh…um, yeah! I’ll have it done by then,” she replied, and then watched as Mr. Ed left to give work for others.

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Having already done the research, it took less than a few hours for Maggie to complete her assignment. But overall, she wasn’t happy about it, because despite knowing everything needed to win the contest, she couldn’t enter it since she was an employee. And she wasn’t going to quit her job for it.

“Well, here’s to hoping I win the lottery,” she said towards her gray cat Bruce as he lay on the other end of the couch.

Turning her television to the appropriate channel, Maggie watched anxiously as the numbers were said.

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“You look like your cat just died,” Sally stated upon seeing her friend back at work.

“If he died, would I be here?” Maggie replied as she sat at her desk.

“Ah, so you lost the lottery I take it.”

“Please, stop rubbing it in.”

“Mitchell, do you have those banners?” their boss asked, startling both women.

“Yes, Mr. Ed, here they are,” Maggie said handing over ten papers, “I came up with as many ideas as I could for an ad, and I already have the html code setup to put on the site, I just need you to give me the go ahead.”

Quickly going through what he was given, Ed selected three ads before handing back the rest and said as he walked off, “Alright, go ahead and update the site.”

“Okay, after you’re done with that, what do you wanna do?” Sally asked once their boss was out of ear shot.

“I want to slam my head against the wall. Then eat pizza, cause that would make me really happy right now,” Maggie said honestly as she started updating the site.

“You and your pizza, I swear you’re addicted,” her friend joked, going back to her own desk to finish some work.

Maggie just sighed, wishing she didn’t have to work today, and that she had won the lottery. But work was work, and if she didn’t do it she wouldn’t get paid.

Maybe she would start saving up for a droid instead.

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It was almost overnight that their website’s email was flooded with entries for the droid contest. And it took over fifteen people, which included Maggie and Sally, to go over them all.

“Well I got nothing but idiots. How about you? Any winners?” Sally said taking a break.

“I have three possibilities,” Maggie said offhandedly.

“Hey, don’t choose anybody, that way one of us can get the prize,” one of the other employees suggested. He was obviously one of the newbies, and wouldn’t last too long, especially since what he was suggesting would cause a riot. And that was the last thing their paper needed.

Finally, a total of ten were picked out of all the entries, and were then put onto the site for people to vote on who they believe should get the prize.

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“Mitchell, could you come in here for a second,” Ed asked as Maggie passed by his office.

It was late and most if not everyone had gone home, but the editor-in-chief had a dilemma concerning the paper’s recent contest.

“Uh, yes, Mr. Ed?”

“You wouldn’t happen to want a droid would you?”

Surprised, Maggie replied, “Um, sure, but I thought the droid was for the contest winner?”

“It is, but you see I have two, and I don’t know what to do with the second one, so I’m giving it away,” Ed explained calmly.

“You’re giving it away?! Why not keep it,” Maggie stopped to calm herself before continuing with, “I mean, isn’t that a waste of money??”

“Not really, I was only charged for one. Apparently this one is a gift, but the last thing I want is my wife getting a hold of it,” he explained, muttering towards the end.

“Now do you want it or not?” he questioned again.

“Uh, yeah, sure, I’ll take it,” Maggie said, too stunned to really say anything else.

“Okay good, follow me,” Ed stated as he left to go to the storage room.

Once inside, he got one of the cheap box cutters and opened up one of the crates. Maggie stood back and hoped it was better looking than Lisa’s droid. Not that she’d complain since this was free, but she hoped none-the-less.

Lifting up the lid, and moving aside some of the package peanuts, Ed let out a small chuckle, “Heh, it’s a conehead!”

Moving closer, the brown-haired woman had to hold in a sigh at the sight of the droid inside. Aside from being her favorite color red, he had a cone-like head, and a somewhat cute face. He was no Starscream clone, but he was hers now and she would definitely put him to good use. She wondered for a moment if she could teach him how to ink.

“Thrust activate, owner code 58869-Z-3891-TDI,” Ed stated, having already typed in the code into the droid’s access panel during Maggie’s musings. He then continued to look through the manual to find out how to give away this droid to his employee.

‘Oy, his name’s Thrust? Could they be anymore obvious,’ she thought privately to herself once she remembered what these droids were originally designed for. But she found herself moving aside again as the droid sat up.

Yellow optics came online and scanned around the room till they settled onto his master, “Model 58869-Z-3891-TDI activated, registered owner – Edward Hicks.”

“Okay, is there any way you could un-register me as your owner and re-register with someone else?”

Getting out of his crate, the clone answered, “Yes. You have to reenter my code with the new name.”

“Ah good, then let me see your access panel.”

“But Master, don’t you want me?” the clone responded feeling partly offended. He was just barely activated, so why would his owner want to be rid of him?

“No, but she does, which is why I’m giving you to her,” Ed gestured towards Maggie, and then went around to the clone’s access panels to reenter the code.

Said clone then looked at the woman, scrutinizing her form. Compared to the man, she was better looking, her figure being petite, her hair long enough to go past her shoulders, and her face much more adorable. Compared to himself, she also looked quite soft and was shorter by about eight inches.

“Um, is it just me, or did he sound hurt just then?” Maggie couldn’t help but ask, not noticing the looks the droid gave her.

“It’s just a robot, Mitchell,” her boss replied, and then stepped back, “Ah, there, done.”

“Model 58869-Z-3891-TDI activated, registered owner – Margaret Mitchell.”

“Well then Mitchell, I suggest you and your new droid head on home. It’s getting late,” Ed then said as he put away a few things.

Nodding, Maggie did just that, and wondered for a moment how she ever got so lucky as to have a droid. That and if her local pizzeria was still open. That would make the night even better!

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“Master, what designation do you wish to give me?” the clone asked while in the passenger’s seat of his owner’s car. He had been observing her for the past couple of minutes and felt proud that just mentioning him to her friends over the phone made her so excited. His previous owner obviously missed out if he could please this one so easily.

“You mean Thrust isn’t your name?” Maggie asked curiously.

“Not unless you want it to be.”

“Well no, my friends already think I’m a pervert, so the last thing you need is a name like Thrust.”

“So what would you like my name to be?”

Maggie quirked a brow at her new droid and said, “I’ll come up with it don’t worry. I just need to think about it. You can’t rush a name.”

“Why not?”

“Because I may give you a name I hate later on. So let me think about it.”

The rest of the ride was silent as the clone waited for his owner to give him a designation, but he found his patience growing thin once they arrived home and Maggie went about ordering a pizza.

He tried to wait longer by looking around the living room, but the only thing that caught his interest was the cat lying in the middle of the sofa.

Getting off the phone, Maggie looked at the clone before her, taking note of the impatient face, the light tapping of his foot on the floor, and his arms across his chest. Remembering a certain comic book character, she knew what to name him.

“Wally.”

“What?” the clone asked surprised.

“That’s your name, Wally.”

****End Part 1****

A/N: If anyone wants to write a story where they’re the ones who won the droid in the contest, feel free to. That’s why I didn’t specify who was being given as a prize.
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