Going Incognito

 “No. That's not it.” Writer Lady is sitting at the computer, muttering and sounding frustrated. “Gunnery Blue?” She says. Looking over her shoulder at the stormtrooper standing next to the doorway in High Command. “Crap! That's not it either.”

Hearing her frustrated, grumblings from his cozy spot in the living room Dobby enters wondering what the fuss is about this time. “Mom? What's wrong?” Dobby asks.

Writer Lady stops her Internet surfing and glances back over her shoulder at the stormtrooper. He has been guarding High Command since Christmas and he still doesn't have a name. It's really starting to bug me.”

“It's not real Mom. It doesn't need a name.” Dobby says.

“If it takes up space in my world and I can name it then it needs a name.” Writer Lady says.

“No it doesn't.” Dobby quietly argues.

“Yes it does.”

Dobby shakes his head. “No it really doesn't.”

“Yes it does. You have a name.” Writer Lady points out.

“I'm your baby. The baby always gets a name.”

“The plants have names.” Writer Lady says.

“They are living creatures. Not as interesting as I am. But still nameable.”

“The stuffed animal on the bed has a name.” She says.

“It's my stuffed animal, I'm the baby. So I wanted Floppy Dog to have a name. I always get what I want.” Dobby counters.

“The car has a name too.”

“That's because you're weird Mom.”

“Thanks for pointing out the obvious, kitty. Do you love me?”

“Of course I love you. You are the Mom. Scooper of the box, bringer of the kibble, changer of my water.”

“If you love me then I get what I want. What I want is a name for the stormtrooper.”

Dobby looks at the stormtrooper again. “How about if we move his post? In here” Dobby says. Walking across High Command and pushing the closet door open with his head. “If you don't see him you won't feel the need to name him.”

“Nope. Too late. He's been here over two weeks he needs a name. Besides you called him a “he.” You didn't say “it.”Deep down you think he needs a name too. So think. Help me name him.”

“What have you tried?” Dobby asks, licking his butt as he listens.

“Buzz Lightsaber?” After the stormtrooper I encountered at the Land of the Rising Bird.

“No. It doesn't work. He has a big gun not a red lightsaber. The other guy was all white. This one has blue trim.” Dobby says.

“I came to the

exact same conclusion.”

“What else?”

“Gunnery Blue?”

“Well he does have a gun and he does have blue on him. I'm sorry Mom that one kind of sucks.” Dobby comments.

“Ditto” Writer Lady agrees.

“Anything else?”

“Grandma suggested Number One.”

“Like Star Trek?” Dobby asks.

Writer Lady nods.

“No. It's okay to like both Star Wars and Star Trek but it's not right to mix them together. Besides, I'm your Number One Mom.”

“Against crossovers huh?”

Dobby nods.

“Okay. Well, you are my Number One kitty so calling him that wouldn't be right at all.”

Dobby stops licking and sits up. “How about Number Two?”

“Number Two?” Writer Lady asks.

“Number Two can mean second in line or give me a second I'm going to poop.” TP appears giggling.

“Dobby...” Writer Lady says scolding the ginger tabby.

“I'm sorry...it's just you're making such a big deal over nothing.”

“I don't think it's nothing. He doesn't think it's nothing either. He needs a name.” Writer Lady stresses.

“She acts like the stormtrooper has feelings or something.” Dobby says looking up at TP and rolling his eyes.

“Ah the anthropomorphism...she does have a knack for that doesn't she?” TP asks.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing.” TP answers.

Tinkletoes walks through the living room and hall. He stands in the doorway of High Command. “Hey Dobby have you seen the cards I brought over the other day?”

“No, no...NO!” Writer Lady bangs at the keyboard, putting her head to the desk in defeat.

“What's her problem?” Tinkletoes asks.

“Mom's trying to name the stormtrooper.” Dobby says.

“Doesn't she like his name?” Tinkletoes asks.

“He has one?”

“Yeah, he told me the other day when I introduced myself. Incognito. The name's stupid if you ask me. He's wearing a suit of armor. What do you expect out of a clone anyway? They don't know how to think for themselves. Does anyone even know what a suit of cognito looks like?”