Title: Revenge of the Jedi, Chapter One
Author: Jonathan Evans
Author email: noggins@ic24.net
Summary: Sequel to my original story "The Empire Strikes, an alternate ending to The Empire Strikes Back. This may not make much sense if you haven't read the original so I highly recommend it...
Special Thanks: to everyone who's commented on all of my fan fiction so far. It's great to know I've got an audience! Special thanks to those who commented on the original story to which this is a sequel including Candie K and Kittenmommy who proposed the question as to who Vader was - something which will be explained by the end of the story...
Plus, thanks to Bill Hays who's 1980 article for Fantastic Films, "Speculation Concerning The Future History of the Continuing Star Wars Saga" played an important part in the writing of this story.
And of course, thanks to Lawrence Kasdan and George Lucas who's script I have taken segments of and altered slightly to suit the story. For more info see disclaimer below:
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns everything and I'm not making any money off of this nor do I intend to (I'd like to but that's not the point). You can distribute this freely provided that it's complete with this disclaimer.
REVENGE OF THE JEDI
CHAPTER ONE
By Jonathan Evans
The massive durasteel doorway that covered the entrance to the
Tatooine palace of Hutt crime lord Jabba Desilijic Tiure was
designed to keep unwanted visitors out and those who were working
for him locked in where they could not betray him. It had been a
long time since anyone had dared break into his almost sacred
chamber but, it seemed, today was a good day to try.
A blast rendered the robotic eye guarding the entrance off and
the door slid open. A figure decked on armour and carrying a
long range hunting blaster entered. At its side was a smaller
pistol, still smoking from the shot that had just rendered the
most advanced security system useless.
Before the figure could step any further two Gamorreans quickly
blocked its entrance. They snorted loudly and snot dribbled from
their green snouts. The creature had no time for the unintelligent
banter and tried to walk on. They pointed vibro-blades at its chest
and called out even louder.
Without a warning the first Gamorrean received a blow to the head
from the and of the rifle. The second realised what was happening
and tried to call out for help but ended up with its head
smashed against the stone wall by a large furry hand. Once both
were out cold, the armoured creature and its Wookie companion continued
to walk towards the throneroom, the heart of Jabba's Palace.
The room was ablaze with action. Exotic alien dancers were
moving their bodies to the rhythm of the music that the in-house
band was playing while Jabba and his minions watched and ogled their
bodies of varying shapes and sizes. No one noticed the two new
creatures enter. The one in armour called out and the music
stopped. Jabba eyed the two up while the golden protocol droid
standing next to him stood nervously.
Bib Fortuna, Jabba's Twi'Lek aide took his place next to his
disgusting master, and whispered into his ear, pointing at the
bounty hunter and the Wookie, now wearing binders. Jabba
listened intently, then the bounty hunter bowed before the gangster
and finally spoke a greeting in a strange, electronically processed
tongue Jabba recognised as Ubese.
"Zeebus, Zorbo" it said.
Jabba smiled, a smile that appeared as a large crack covering his
mucus covered face. At last he had the mighty Chewbacca to add to
his collection of insubordinate smugglers. The droid next to him
translated all that he said as he offered twenty five thousand
credits for this ultimate prize.
The events that happened next occured so fast no one barely
remembered what was going on. The bounty hunter pulled out a
thermal detonator and everyone dived for cover. Finally, after
some coaxing, Jabba the Hutt agreed to the much higher bounty that
was being offered on the Wookie, the infamous Chewbacca and
welcomed the hunter into his midst.
Chewbacca growled as he was taken away by a series of Weequay
guards. The hunter looked at him as he was dragged away from
sight, down a long corridor hidden by grimy curtains that
probably hadn't been cleaned in over a hundred years.
The raucous crowd of monsters erupted in a symphony of cheers and
applause as the party returns to its full noisy pitch. The band started
up again and dancing girls took the center of the floor, to the hoots
of the loudly appreciative creatures.
The bounty hunter leaned against a column with gunfighter cool
and surveyed the scene, its gaze stopping only when it connects with
a glare from across the room. Boba Fett, the most famous hunter
in the galaxy, watched the new arrival carefully, suspisciously. The
armoured figure shifted slightly, cradling its weapon closer. Boba
Fett shifted with equally ominous arrogance.
* * * * * * * * *
Soon the party was over. Only several comatose aliens lay around
the throne room, snoring loudly from the effects of the alcohol
they had taken in during the night and probably most of the day
too. They were true drink warlords.
A shadowy figure moved stealthily among the columns at the perimeter
of the room. It picked its way carefully through the creatures and
debris to finally reach its destination - a large slab of frozen
carbonite, carefully balanced against the wall. A human face
showing extreme pain seemed to pop out of it but it too was trapped
in the ice cold block.
The bounty hunter activated a series of switches and, after one
last, hesitant look at the human inside, slid the decarbonization
lever. The case began to emit a sound as the hard shell covering the
contours of the human's face began to melt away. The bounty hunter
watched as the body was freed of its metallic coat and his forearms
and hands, previously raised in reflexive protest, dropped slackly
to his side. His face muscles relax from their mask of horror.
He fell to the floor but the bounty hunter caught him. He seemed
dead but after a close inspection it appeared he was breathing if
only lightly. He suddenly fell into a fit of coughing but was
comforted by his new found companion.
"Just relax," he was told. "You're free of the carbonite."
Han Solo, infamous smuggler and all round scoundrel was almost
in a newborn state. His face was filled with fear of a world he
didn't seem to recognise.
"Shhh... You have hibernation sickness. You may not be able to
see but your eyesight will return in time."
Han touched his face then waved his hands in front of his eyes but
to no avail. He frowned. A smell wafted into his nostrils. Damp and
stale yet oddly familiar. He recognised this place.
"Where am I?" he asked.
"Jabba's Palace."
Han couldn't believe his luck. When he had been frozen he honestly
believed he'd see the galaxy again but here it was, even if it was
a big dark blur. Who would have risked coming here to rescue him?
"Who are you?"
The bounty hunter reached up and lifted the helmet from its head,
revealing the beautiful face of Princess Leia Organa.
"Someone who loves you," she replied.
"Leia!"
She helped Han to his feet carefully.
"We've gotta get you outta here!"
As Leia helped her weakened lover to stand up, the relative quiet
was pierced by an obscene Huttese cackle from the other side of
the alcove. It was a cackle that Han remembered all too well and
wished he didn't. The curtain on the far side of the alcove opened,
revealing Jabba the Hutt, surrounded by Bib Fortuna and other aliens.
He laughed again, and his gross cronies joined in a cacophony of
alien glee.
Han tried desperately to make his escuses to the old crime lord
but nothing seemed to work.
"It's too late for that, Solo." Jabba laughed. "You may have been
a good smuggler, but now you're Bantha fodder."
He was dragged away by a series of alien guards while Leia was
shoved before Jabba. She cringed as he mocked her defiance and
soon she too was dragged away. While she was been manhandled away
she looked at the bounty hunter who would have been her adopted
persona's rival. Boba Fett just stared back but Leia saw something
in his eyes that seemed strangely familiar but she couldn't work
out how.
* * * * * * * * *
The two Weequay pushed Leia into a small, filth-ridden cell and
forcebly ripped the armour she was wearing from her body, leaving
her naked and alone standing in the middle of the room. They threw
a skimpy dancers outfit made from cheap metals to the ground. As
she scrambled to pick them up one of the aliens zapped her with an
electropole. She fell to the floor with the shock and it took her
several seconds to recover.
The leathery skinned duo laughed as Leia struggled to fit the far
to small bikini on, discussing in a strange language what they
thought of human females. Once the dressing was complete they walked
out and locked the cell door.
The beautiful princess fell to her hands and knees and began to
week tears of both anger and sorrow. Things would have been so
different if Luke had been alive. If he hadn't been so foolish
and tried to take on Vader. It was an impossible task. The Sith
Lord was pure evil and there was no way a mere Jedi apprentice
could have beaten him. She cursed Luke under her breath but quickly
retracted her words as she realised he had done all he could to
help her.
Leia pulled herself to her feet and punched the wall with all her
might but it only resulted in several broken knuckles. She rested
her head on the cold stone and cringed due to the physical and
emotional pain.
Suddenly, there was a loud blast followed by another. The princess
turned to see the cell door being opened and the helmeted face of
Boba Fett standing in the way to freedom.
"Come with me..." he said.
"Why?"
"Because you're needed to save the galaxy."
"What...?"
"Just follow me!" he continued, this time more agitated.
Leia obeyed. This was the only way out and she had to take it.
Once they were in the cell hallway, Fett pulled at her arm to
get her to come with him towards the throneroom.
"Han! We have to rescue Han!"
"There's no time for that," Fett replied.
"There has to be. Why rescue me and not him?"
"His irrelevant to our cause. He's served his purpose."
"Not in my life he hasn't" Leia retorted. "He's coming or I'm
not."
The bounty hunter admitted defeat. He nodded silently and they made
their way down to another cell where a pitiful growling was coming
from. Leia pointed to the door and Fett blasted it open. Chewbacca
emerged, helping Han, still weak from his time in carbonite, to walk.
There was a sad, disbelieving expression on his face.
"Luke..." he said. "Is it - is it true about Luke?"
Leia nodded but realised Han could not see this in his blindness. She
realised she'd have to say the words for the first time.
"Yes," she replied, her voice croaky from the difficulty to get
the words out. "Vader killed him on Bespin."
Both Leia and Fett noticed a tear emerging from Han's eye but he
wiped it away in the hopes that no one had seen it.
"Let's go," he said with a slight sniff.
* * * * * * * * *
As the group got to the throneroom they noticed not much had changed
since the aftermath of the party. Many aliens who had missed the
capture of Leia were still asleep on the floor and even Jabba himself
was now unable to wake up from his position on his throne.
As Fett sneaked past the Hutt's tail carefully, he heard a voice
that appeared to come from nowhere.
"Oh, excuse me sir," See-Threepio said apologetically as he came
from the shadows. "But where are you going? Master Jabba insisted
that no one left the palace until the morning." His eyes soon
caught Han, Leia and Chewie and his tone suddenly changed. "Oh!
Mistress Leia! I did hope it was you. Although it is not in my
right to say this since I am still the property of his Exhaltedness
Jabba the Hutt but I do hope you will take me with you..."
Leia smiled. "Of course, Threepio. Now quiet."
"Oh!"
With another member of their entourage, the escapees stepped closer
to the exit. Han accidentally staggered over the snoozing body of
a drunk Jawa but it didn't seem to notice. The smuggler breathed a
sigh of relief and continued, this time with a little more help from
Chewbacca.
They finally made their way to the doorway out into the entrance
passage when a short stubby droid stopped them.
"Artoo Detoo," Threepio exclaimed. "You're joining us too thank the
Maker!"
Artoo gave several quiet chirps.
"What do you mean, 'go back into the palace'. Are your logic circuits
damaged?"
The little droid bleeped again and his counterpart translated.
"No, I do not belong to Jabba the Hutt. I am the property of Princess
Leia Organa. I don't know what gibberish you are spouting but it is
most definately not true."
"His memory has been erased," Fett informed the others. For the first
time Han recognised the voice of their new 'friend' but said nothing.
They seemed to be in enough trouble as it was. And he was right. An
arm came from Artoo's inner workings, holding a blaster.
"I refuse to believe any of this rubbish. Now just come with us and..."
A laser blast suddenly shot out, hitting Threepio in the head,
destroying his memory and personality unit. The lifeless droid body
fell to the floor with a loud clang as Artoo began to give out a loud
alarm-like sound. The group looked around worriedly as a creature
covered in armour similar to that of Jabba's guards appeared behind
them with a blaster rifle in hand.
"I have a bad feeling about this..." Han frowned.
TO BE CONTINUED
Author: Jonathan Evans
Author email: noggins@ic24.net
Summary: Sequel to my original story "The Empire Strikes, an alternate ending to The Empire Strikes Back. This may not make much sense if you haven't read the original so I highly recommend it...
Special Thanks: to everyone who's commented on all of my fan fiction so far. It's great to know I've got an audience! Special thanks to those who commented on the original story to which this is a sequel including Candie K and Kittenmommy who proposed the question as to who Vader was - something which will be explained by the end of the story...
Plus, thanks to Bill Hays who's 1980 article for Fantastic Films, "Speculation Concerning The Future History of the Continuing Star Wars Saga" played an important part in the writing of this story.
And of course, thanks to Lawrence Kasdan and George Lucas who's script I have taken segments of and altered slightly to suit the story. For more info see disclaimer below:
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns everything and I'm not making any money off of this nor do I intend to (I'd like to but that's not the point). You can distribute this freely provided that it's complete with this disclaimer.
REVENGE OF THE JEDI
CHAPTER ONE
By Jonathan Evans
The massive durasteel doorway that covered the entrance to the
Tatooine palace of Hutt crime lord Jabba Desilijic Tiure was
designed to keep unwanted visitors out and those who were working
for him locked in where they could not betray him. It had been a
long time since anyone had dared break into his almost sacred
chamber but, it seemed, today was a good day to try.
A blast rendered the robotic eye guarding the entrance off and
the door slid open. A figure decked on armour and carrying a
long range hunting blaster entered. At its side was a smaller
pistol, still smoking from the shot that had just rendered the
most advanced security system useless.
Before the figure could step any further two Gamorreans quickly
blocked its entrance. They snorted loudly and snot dribbled from
their green snouts. The creature had no time for the unintelligent
banter and tried to walk on. They pointed vibro-blades at its chest
and called out even louder.
Without a warning the first Gamorrean received a blow to the head
from the and of the rifle. The second realised what was happening
and tried to call out for help but ended up with its head
smashed against the stone wall by a large furry hand. Once both
were out cold, the armoured creature and its Wookie companion continued
to walk towards the throneroom, the heart of Jabba's Palace.
The room was ablaze with action. Exotic alien dancers were
moving their bodies to the rhythm of the music that the in-house
band was playing while Jabba and his minions watched and ogled their
bodies of varying shapes and sizes. No one noticed the two new
creatures enter. The one in armour called out and the music
stopped. Jabba eyed the two up while the golden protocol droid
standing next to him stood nervously.
Bib Fortuna, Jabba's Twi'Lek aide took his place next to his
disgusting master, and whispered into his ear, pointing at the
bounty hunter and the Wookie, now wearing binders. Jabba
listened intently, then the bounty hunter bowed before the gangster
and finally spoke a greeting in a strange, electronically processed
tongue Jabba recognised as Ubese.
"Zeebus, Zorbo" it said.
Jabba smiled, a smile that appeared as a large crack covering his
mucus covered face. At last he had the mighty Chewbacca to add to
his collection of insubordinate smugglers. The droid next to him
translated all that he said as he offered twenty five thousand
credits for this ultimate prize.
The events that happened next occured so fast no one barely
remembered what was going on. The bounty hunter pulled out a
thermal detonator and everyone dived for cover. Finally, after
some coaxing, Jabba the Hutt agreed to the much higher bounty that
was being offered on the Wookie, the infamous Chewbacca and
welcomed the hunter into his midst.
Chewbacca growled as he was taken away by a series of Weequay
guards. The hunter looked at him as he was dragged away from
sight, down a long corridor hidden by grimy curtains that
probably hadn't been cleaned in over a hundred years.
The raucous crowd of monsters erupted in a symphony of cheers and
applause as the party returns to its full noisy pitch. The band started
up again and dancing girls took the center of the floor, to the hoots
of the loudly appreciative creatures.
The bounty hunter leaned against a column with gunfighter cool
and surveyed the scene, its gaze stopping only when it connects with
a glare from across the room. Boba Fett, the most famous hunter
in the galaxy, watched the new arrival carefully, suspisciously. The
armoured figure shifted slightly, cradling its weapon closer. Boba
Fett shifted with equally ominous arrogance.
* * * * * * * * *
Soon the party was over. Only several comatose aliens lay around
the throne room, snoring loudly from the effects of the alcohol
they had taken in during the night and probably most of the day
too. They were true drink warlords.
A shadowy figure moved stealthily among the columns at the perimeter
of the room. It picked its way carefully through the creatures and
debris to finally reach its destination - a large slab of frozen
carbonite, carefully balanced against the wall. A human face
showing extreme pain seemed to pop out of it but it too was trapped
in the ice cold block.
The bounty hunter activated a series of switches and, after one
last, hesitant look at the human inside, slid the decarbonization
lever. The case began to emit a sound as the hard shell covering the
contours of the human's face began to melt away. The bounty hunter
watched as the body was freed of its metallic coat and his forearms
and hands, previously raised in reflexive protest, dropped slackly
to his side. His face muscles relax from their mask of horror.
He fell to the floor but the bounty hunter caught him. He seemed
dead but after a close inspection it appeared he was breathing if
only lightly. He suddenly fell into a fit of coughing but was
comforted by his new found companion.
"Just relax," he was told. "You're free of the carbonite."
Han Solo, infamous smuggler and all round scoundrel was almost
in a newborn state. His face was filled with fear of a world he
didn't seem to recognise.
"Shhh... You have hibernation sickness. You may not be able to
see but your eyesight will return in time."
Han touched his face then waved his hands in front of his eyes but
to no avail. He frowned. A smell wafted into his nostrils. Damp and
stale yet oddly familiar. He recognised this place.
"Where am I?" he asked.
"Jabba's Palace."
Han couldn't believe his luck. When he had been frozen he honestly
believed he'd see the galaxy again but here it was, even if it was
a big dark blur. Who would have risked coming here to rescue him?
"Who are you?"
The bounty hunter reached up and lifted the helmet from its head,
revealing the beautiful face of Princess Leia Organa.
"Someone who loves you," she replied.
"Leia!"
She helped Han to his feet carefully.
"We've gotta get you outta here!"
As Leia helped her weakened lover to stand up, the relative quiet
was pierced by an obscene Huttese cackle from the other side of
the alcove. It was a cackle that Han remembered all too well and
wished he didn't. The curtain on the far side of the alcove opened,
revealing Jabba the Hutt, surrounded by Bib Fortuna and other aliens.
He laughed again, and his gross cronies joined in a cacophony of
alien glee.
Han tried desperately to make his escuses to the old crime lord
but nothing seemed to work.
"It's too late for that, Solo." Jabba laughed. "You may have been
a good smuggler, but now you're Bantha fodder."
He was dragged away by a series of alien guards while Leia was
shoved before Jabba. She cringed as he mocked her defiance and
soon she too was dragged away. While she was been manhandled away
she looked at the bounty hunter who would have been her adopted
persona's rival. Boba Fett just stared back but Leia saw something
in his eyes that seemed strangely familiar but she couldn't work
out how.
* * * * * * * * *
The two Weequay pushed Leia into a small, filth-ridden cell and
forcebly ripped the armour she was wearing from her body, leaving
her naked and alone standing in the middle of the room. They threw
a skimpy dancers outfit made from cheap metals to the ground. As
she scrambled to pick them up one of the aliens zapped her with an
electropole. She fell to the floor with the shock and it took her
several seconds to recover.
The leathery skinned duo laughed as Leia struggled to fit the far
to small bikini on, discussing in a strange language what they
thought of human females. Once the dressing was complete they walked
out and locked the cell door.
The beautiful princess fell to her hands and knees and began to
week tears of both anger and sorrow. Things would have been so
different if Luke had been alive. If he hadn't been so foolish
and tried to take on Vader. It was an impossible task. The Sith
Lord was pure evil and there was no way a mere Jedi apprentice
could have beaten him. She cursed Luke under her breath but quickly
retracted her words as she realised he had done all he could to
help her.
Leia pulled herself to her feet and punched the wall with all her
might but it only resulted in several broken knuckles. She rested
her head on the cold stone and cringed due to the physical and
emotional pain.
Suddenly, there was a loud blast followed by another. The princess
turned to see the cell door being opened and the helmeted face of
Boba Fett standing in the way to freedom.
"Come with me..." he said.
"Why?"
"Because you're needed to save the galaxy."
"What...?"
"Just follow me!" he continued, this time more agitated.
Leia obeyed. This was the only way out and she had to take it.
Once they were in the cell hallway, Fett pulled at her arm to
get her to come with him towards the throneroom.
"Han! We have to rescue Han!"
"There's no time for that," Fett replied.
"There has to be. Why rescue me and not him?"
"His irrelevant to our cause. He's served his purpose."
"Not in my life he hasn't" Leia retorted. "He's coming or I'm
not."
The bounty hunter admitted defeat. He nodded silently and they made
their way down to another cell where a pitiful growling was coming
from. Leia pointed to the door and Fett blasted it open. Chewbacca
emerged, helping Han, still weak from his time in carbonite, to walk.
There was a sad, disbelieving expression on his face.
"Luke..." he said. "Is it - is it true about Luke?"
Leia nodded but realised Han could not see this in his blindness. She
realised she'd have to say the words for the first time.
"Yes," she replied, her voice croaky from the difficulty to get
the words out. "Vader killed him on Bespin."
Both Leia and Fett noticed a tear emerging from Han's eye but he
wiped it away in the hopes that no one had seen it.
"Let's go," he said with a slight sniff.
* * * * * * * * *
As the group got to the throneroom they noticed not much had changed
since the aftermath of the party. Many aliens who had missed the
capture of Leia were still asleep on the floor and even Jabba himself
was now unable to wake up from his position on his throne.
As Fett sneaked past the Hutt's tail carefully, he heard a voice
that appeared to come from nowhere.
"Oh, excuse me sir," See-Threepio said apologetically as he came
from the shadows. "But where are you going? Master Jabba insisted
that no one left the palace until the morning." His eyes soon
caught Han, Leia and Chewie and his tone suddenly changed. "Oh!
Mistress Leia! I did hope it was you. Although it is not in my
right to say this since I am still the property of his Exhaltedness
Jabba the Hutt but I do hope you will take me with you..."
Leia smiled. "Of course, Threepio. Now quiet."
"Oh!"
With another member of their entourage, the escapees stepped closer
to the exit. Han accidentally staggered over the snoozing body of
a drunk Jawa but it didn't seem to notice. The smuggler breathed a
sigh of relief and continued, this time with a little more help from
Chewbacca.
They finally made their way to the doorway out into the entrance
passage when a short stubby droid stopped them.
"Artoo Detoo," Threepio exclaimed. "You're joining us too thank the
Maker!"
Artoo gave several quiet chirps.
"What do you mean, 'go back into the palace'. Are your logic circuits
damaged?"
The little droid bleeped again and his counterpart translated.
"No, I do not belong to Jabba the Hutt. I am the property of Princess
Leia Organa. I don't know what gibberish you are spouting but it is
most definately not true."
"His memory has been erased," Fett informed the others. For the first
time Han recognised the voice of their new 'friend' but said nothing.
They seemed to be in enough trouble as it was. And he was right. An
arm came from Artoo's inner workings, holding a blaster.
"I refuse to believe any of this rubbish. Now just come with us and..."
A laser blast suddenly shot out, hitting Threepio in the head,
destroying his memory and personality unit. The lifeless droid body
fell to the floor with a loud clang as Artoo began to give out a loud
alarm-like sound. The group looked around worriedly as a creature
covered in armour similar to that of Jabba's guards appeared behind
them with a blaster rifle in hand.
"I have a bad feeling about this..." Han frowned.
TO BE CONTINUED