Star Wars: Back to the Future by Wisdom Windu, the greatest author that ever lived.

Chapter I, the meeting of old friends
It was a gusty, windy day on Tatooine, the home planet of R2-D2. The wind was gusting with a powerful gale and blowing sand all over the dessert planet. It blew with a gusty force. The wind, blowing with a gusty force, blew sand past a lone traveler. The travel-weary figure stood alone and wore a brown threadbare cloak, the hood of which kept the sand out of his eyes. He had been traveling for many weeks now, and headed toward a place once called home. Hopefully he would meet an old friend there, an old Jedi friend, whose services would be needed in the renewed battle against the evil Empire. Finally, after several weeks, he was finally in reach of that place, and within minutes stood before it: Homegard, the birthplace of the long-dead Luke Skywalker. As the storm died down, the traveler lifted the hood from his head and shook the sand from his long golden locks. "It's good to be home," said R2-D2.
The place had been abandoned quite some time. Clothes and spare robots parts were scattered about the floor. R2-D2 shied away from these with disgust. The robot parts were as rotting corpses to him, and though his respect for Luke Skywalker was great, he still could not help feeling slightly disillusioned at the reminder of the young boy's desire to play God, and he didn't like clothes either. "Jesus protect me," he said crossing himself. He scanned the room for what he knew to be there and found it upon an old oak desk. It was a hologram projector: the old friend he was looking for's last will & testament was inside. "You may be dead, Luke," said R2-D2, "but your words can still help us battle Han Vader and the evil Empire."
He placed the projector upright on the desk and flipped a button on its display. A conical light formed above and projected the image of an attractive young black man about three inches tall onto the desk's surface. It was Luke Skywalker. "R2-D2 . . ." he said. "So you have finally discovered my message. How long has it been? Alas, I cannot hear your words. But listen to me! If it truly is you as I predicted, then the galaxy is once again gripped by a terrible conflict. The Jedis have likely been annihilated, and the secret of The Force is hidden from all who would use it. I will now tell you where you can find The Source of The Force. It is not, as you would suspect, of an entirely "magical" nature, but more a technological product. It's embodied in a dust-like atom that, when properly inhaled by the Jedi-initiate, can induce seemingly fantastic powers. The only known producer of The Force is an old robot by the name of Flail Bluto. But before you become too hopeful, know that you will have trouble finding him; he has no known residence, and very little is known of him except that he travels from planet to planet in an old van, and is said to frequent the Cantina on Planet Lando. Go, R2-D2, and restore the ancient office of The Jedis!"
The old robot wiped a tear from his eye as the vision faded. "I will do as you ask, Luke Skywalker . . . my friend."