Lego Star Wars: The Freemaker Adventures

So Naare's heard every word we've said since Tatooine?

Yeah. That's how she tracked us all over the galaxy.

Aw! She even knows there's no crystal on Rodia.

Hey! My transmission pack!

Ugh! I'm getting the distinct impression that I'm getting blamed here.

But you guys were the ones who boosted my transmission signal in the first place.

- So why didn't you turn it off? - You never told me to!

Plus... I forgot.

At least Naare can't track us anymore.

She doesn't need to. She knows the last Kyber Saber crystal is on Hoth.

If we go to Hoth, Naare will be there, waiting to cut us to shreds.

But if we don't go to Hoth,

Naare will search and search and search until she finds the crystal.

And then the Emperor will cut the whole galaxy to shreds.

Not a fan of these options. Anybody got another?

The Maker of Zoh!

The what of where?

Zoh! We've got to go to Zoh!

Rowan, before I let you touch any more buttons,

you're gonna need to explain just a little bit.

Remember that lady on Takodana? Maz?

Well, after she gave me the crystal, she told me that when I get desperate,

I should seek out "the Maker of Zoh."

The Maker is just a droid myth whispered in repair shops.

Zoh.

"An uninhabited garbage planet."

Set course for there! Do it, do it, do it! Hurry up!

- Why aren't we going? -What? We don't have any better ideas.

Okay, just to be clear, we're going to an uninhabited planet,

looking for someone who probably doesn't exist, because a crazy lady told us to?

- Yup. - Okay.

Just want to be clear on that.

Setting course for Zoh.

So this is it? We just orbit around this ice cube till the kid shows up?

Yes. You have something better to do?

If Jabba finds out I'm sneaking around behind his back,

he's gonna freeze my very substantial body in carbonite and hang me on his wall.

Patience. Sooner or later, the Freemakers will come.

They have nowhere else to go.

What... is this?

An amazing waste of perfectly good scrap.

Or... the work of the Maker.

Come on! Hurry! Hurry!

Why are you guys so slow? I've got a good feeling about this!

And my good feelings are almost never wrong.

Anyone else have the feeling we're being watched?

- What was that? - Wind?

Sure. It was wind. With feet.

And not some terrible creature that wants to eat us.

This hypothetical creature of yours... Does it eat droids?

Maybe coming here was a mistake.

Yep! Mistake!

You are trespassing.

You are not welcome on Zoh.

Hey, Roger? They're droids. You're a droid.

Uh, maybe you can talk to them, huh?

Roger, roger.

Hey, fellow droids. Look, you don't have to fear these guys.

They like droids.

They're not gonna hurt you. That's not their thing.

Hmm. Quick question.

What happened to your transmission pack?

They ripped it clean off my back, but there's a whole story behind that and I...

Destroy the intruders!

Whoa!

Rowan!

Stop!

Lay down your weapons.

Maker? They're trespassing.

N-3R0, they mean us no harm.

Are you the Maker?

The Maker's more a title than a name.

Call me Jek.

The Maker's real. Huh.

Sorry about my metal friends.

They're just a little... Shooty-stabby-crushy?

I was going to say "overprotective."

These droids haven't had the best experiences with people.

A trend that continues to this very day, Maker.

Look at all the trouble that these trespassers have already caused.

You're overreacting. Oh, I'm overreacting.

Do you hear what he's saying? I'm overreacting.

Well, don't I feel silly.

You're underreacting!

There, there, my friend. Fixer?

Good as new. The intruders will force us all back into servitude.

Or worse, turn us all into scrap!

They must be expelled!

Except this guy. He's all right.

Gosh, thanks! Ow.

Nonsense. They're just kids.

Salvagers, judging by their ship.

Take whatever you need, then go in peace.

We didn't come to Zoh to salvage, Mr. Maker, sir.

We came to find someone to help me learn about the Force.

I came to Zoh to get away from all that.

But it's important. The fate of the galaxy is at stake!

That's what they always say.

One last battle to end all battles.

But then there's always another.

I thought Jedi protect and help people.

Who said I was a Jedi?

Nobody.

I keep making that mistake.

A Sith tricked me into using my powers to help her.

Now people will suffer because of me.

Please don't let that happen.

The Sith. The Sith betrayed me too.

I'm not a Jedi. I can't train you to be one.

But I can teach you what I know of the Force.

Looks like we'll be staying a while.

Which might not be so bad.

There's probably some sweet scrap around here, right?

Oh, yeah, this planet is crawling with it.

"Scrap."

"Sooner or later, they'l

I think it's pretty safe to rule out the "sooner" option.

- Then it will be later. - "Later."

This is a new frontier in boredom we're exploring here.

I just wish something would happen. Anything!

- Graballa! - Ha!

It's not the something I wanted.

Jabba! My old cuz! How's it...

What am I doing in the Hoth... Okay, right away with the questions.

No "Hello"? No "How are ya?" All right, fine.

Well, I was gonna make it a surprise,

'cause I know you like surprises.

You see, there's... There's these crystals.

Naare! What are you doing in the Hoth system?

You're wasting precious time.

And trying my patience.

My lord, I've already found six of the seven Kyber Saber crystals.

And, Jabba, these crystals, they're really something.

I beg of you, just a little more time.

And you'll see, this whole scheme is gonna pay off big time!

Naare, this is all starting to sound like one big pile of...

Poodoo.

Bye-bye.

Ha! Jabba's squeezing my tail tight!

There's no pleasing that guy.

You ever work for somebody like that?

The dark side, with all its hatred and rage,

destroys.

But the light side...

It builds.

It creates.

It protects. Wow.

Don't know what that is.

Now you try.

Sorry. It's barely anything.

I disagree.

It's a start.

Oh, look at it.

The trespassers are corrupting the Maker.

Really? He looks like he's having fun.

Yes, it's all fun for everyone until he runs off with them.

And leave our paradise? He wouldn't.

Don't underestimate the power of fun.

And when he's gone, do you know what happens to you and me

and every other droid on this planet?

Um, I do not.

We're left for scrap! That's what.

Used and discarded once again.

Do you remember being scrap?

Oh, I do.

I did not like it.

Me neither.

Will you help me bring the Maker back to us, BL-OX?

Of course. I'll do anything for the Maker.

That's good to know. Spread the word.