R2-S4M ✨Star Wars Droid Factory 1/18 Scale Action Figure

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📏1/18 Scale / 3.75" Scale 
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Fully sculpted droid figure
Service props
Inspired by Star Wars: Return of the Jedi
Part of the Star Wars: Return of the Jedi 40th Anniversary Collection
Ages 4+
ABS plastic (acrylonitrile butadiene styrene) / PVC (polyvinyl chloride) / PP (polypropylene)
Approx. 2'' H x 1 1/4'' Diameter
 
Character Description
 
Oh dear, oh dear! I must say, the tale of R2-S4M is quite distressing, to say the least. Allow me to recount it in a manner befitting a protocol droid such as myself, though I do hope you'll forgive any unintended imprecision in my narrative.
 
Ahem, here we go:
 
My word, have you heard about R2-S4M? A most peculiar case, I must say! This R2-series astromech droid, manufactured by Industrial Automaton if I'm not mistaken, had somehow acquired enough decorum to serve as a bartender. Can you imagine? An astromech, mixing drinks! How utterly preposterous!
 
Now, I don't mean to gossip, but it seems this R2 unit found itself in the employment of none other than Jabba Desilijic Tiure - a Hutt crime lord of rather unsavoury reputation, I'm afraid. Oh, the indignity of it all! Serving drinks aboard that ghastly sail barge, the Khetanna. I shudder to think of the company one must keep in such circumstances.
 
In 4 ABY - oh, how time flies when one is constantly worrying about impending doom - this R2 unit was aboard the Khetanna during a most unfortunate excursion to the Great Pit of Carkoon on Tatooine. I've heard whispers about that dreadful place, and let me tell you, it's not somewhere any droid should find themselves!
 
The poor thing was equipped with a drinks dispenser and tray, tottering about on its two legs, serving refreshments to Jabba's entourage. Can you imagine the strain on its servos? And the risk of spillage! Oh, the horror!
 
But I'm afraid the story takes a turn for the worse, dear friend. A group of prisoners - rebels, I believe - caused quite a ruckus. There was chaos, explosions, and... oh, I can hardly bear to say it... the barge was destroyed! Our little bartender droid, R2-S4M, perished alongside its master. What a dreadful way to go!
 
I must say, the whole affair sounds absolutely terrifying. Rebels, crime lords, explosions - it's enough to short-circuit one's circuits! And to think, that poor droid stood only 0.96 meters tall. Barely taller than myself, I'd wager.
 
Oh, but listen to me prattling on! I do hope I haven't bored you with these sordid details. It's just that the fate of a fellow droid, even one of a different model, does tend to play on one's mind. Now, if you'll excuse me, I believe I need to run a diagnostic on my anxiety subroutines. They seem to be working overtime!