THE FUTURE!
/Prologue/
The last thing Leia remembered was the taste of victory. And Han's lips.
It was the after-party of the Battle of Endor, and everyone was going crazy. Luke of all people had started a bonfire all alone and placed Vader's helmet on it like some sort of monument. What a dramatic. Fireworks burst in the sky, painting it hundreds of colors, cheering echoed through the forest, and all was well and good.
Then, Leia found herself stranded in a dreadfully familiar desert, and realized that it really wasn't her day.
Luke gazed sadly at the bonfire he had made, watching as the flames consumed his old man's ruined body. He had only just truly met the man… when his father died. Luke could now truly say that he was the last of the Jedi.
Then he looked up… and saw two old friends materialize from the force. Then a third, unknown, yet familiar form came into view, and Luke smiled. He may be the last living Jedi, but he was never alone.
Luke was suddenly blinking in the bright Tatooine sunlight – alone.
Anakin Skywalker, formerly Darth Vader, had just confronted his beloved master after dying in his son's arms, and was now able to give himself a corporeal form in the force. He had brought balance to the universe, his son had triumphed against all odds, and he had a feeling things were about to be good for a long time.
He, too, showed up at the celebration at Endor, and sat next to his two best buds, Yoda and Obi-Wan. He waved fondly at his son, and watched as recognition lit in the boy's eyes. Then he woke up in a slave's quarters on the sandiest planet in the galaxy.
Han did it. He got the girl, and that was all that really mattered to him. Well, his friends not dying was pretty great, and the empire being taken down would probably be good for business. And Chewey was alright, too. All good things.
'What could go wrong?' he thought to himself.
After he found himself back on the sand planet, he vowed to never let that thought cross his mind again.
Obi-Wan learned that yes there was still good in his former padawan. He crashed a sick party to smile serenely and look cool. Then he found himself in a body again and outright fainted form sensory overload.
"IT'S A TRAP!" screamed Admiral Ackbar when he found himself lightyears away from where he had been moments before.