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In a world far away beyond time, I rest waiting for the people who can stop their biggest challenge…

In a familiar world, a battle was occurring…

"Don't let them get away!"

Boba Fett had ordered the Imperial storm troopers to chase the escaping rebels.

"Hurry, everyone, back to the Falcon!" Luke yelled.

Everyone fortunately made it inside, just as a blaster hit the door's bottom.

"Curses!" said a storm trooper.

"Come on, Chewie. Let's get this flying rust bucket into the air," said Luke.

"Hey!" Han said. "Nobody calls my baby a rust bucket!"

Han immediately threw the level forward for thrust, but resisted after a few seconds.

"What's going on?" Luke asked.

"It's some kind of transfer interference. The hyper drive isn't getting the energy it needs. There must be a device around using up it's juice."

"Quickly, surround the ship! They can't escape!" Boba Fett ordered.

The troopers stood in formation with their guns aimed at the Falcon, as ordered by their temporary leader, Boba Fett.

"Good work, bounty hunter."

Boba Fett turned to the voice, and was surprised to see Lord Vader.

"No sweat done. Move, boys!" he ordered.

Three storm troopers aimed at the door, which when it exploded, fell down and the three went inside. The rest of the troopers stayed frozen where they were.

"So."

Boba Fett turned to Vader, who was speaking.

"Seen any good movies lately?"

"I just got to go to the pre-screening for Rogue One!"

"Don't spoil it for me!"

Meanwhile on the Falcon, the troopers met back at the central port.

"'I've patrolled the entire ship and haven't seen a soul!"

"That doesn't mean they're not here! Try the gun ports."

"On it, sir."

They ran to go check the gun ports to see if anyone was hiding there.

"Sigh…"said the leader of the three storm troopers. "I never get the respect I des-"

He paused.

He started to choke.

"Wh- What's going…wh-"

He collapsed to the floor.

"Well, there's no one here. We should get back to the boss."

His friend the other storm trooper started moaning.

"Dude! Are you OK? Dude, speak!"

"I don't feel so good…oh…"

"I gotta get out…where are those guys?"

Below him, he heard a sound of rumbling and people talking.

"Can we come out now?"

"Not yet, Luke. And pipe down. You're going to blow our cover…"

The trooper lifted the hatch and looked them in the eye.

"Aha!" he exclaimed.

"Not today!" said Luke, thinking quickly and grabbing the nearest blaster.

Suddenly it was a battle of lasers on the Millennium Falcon. They were dashing throughout the halls.

Leia had crawled from below the hatch.

"Ugh…it was so cramped down there, my dress got all wrinkled and- whoa!" A laser had just barely hit her. "Geez! Watch it! I almost got gunned in the face! Whoa! Seriously, that's all you're going to do? Blast until someone dies?"

She kept on dodging the lasers that headed her direction.

"Wwwraagh!" said Chewbacca.

"We got him!" said Luke. "Cease and desist!"

"Great work, Chewie," said Han.

"Let me go! I'll negotiate! I'll negotiate!" screamed the storm trooper.

"Ha ha. Do we look like idiots?" asked Han.

"That's a hard question."

"Tell us what we need and we will let you go," said Luke.

"What do you want?"

"We want the plans for Death Star 3."

"Do you seriously think we're going to make another one of those after the fact that Jeff NEVER IMPROVES HIS DESIGNS?"

Somewhere else in the galaxy, a storm trooper who happened to be named Jeff was sitting on a desert patio modeling the next Death Star concept for the Empire, unaware he was being talked about.

"Yes!" he said. "It's done! No more holes! There's actually something the Rebels can't do! They can say "Die" or "avada kedavra" and it will be destroyed! We'll call it "The Language Star." That makes it a linguist."

"Seriously, said the trooper. "If we were stupider than this we would have had 600 DEATH STARS BY NOW!"

"Yeah, we would be retired heroes by now…"

"Han!" said Luke.

"Sorry…"

The trooper riggled out of the chair and started running.

"He's getting away!" called Luke.

The storm trooper opened the main door and called to his fellow troops.

"Everyone, they are in here!"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. Move full force!" said Vader.

"Hey, Boba, let's play Clash Royale again sometime, okay?" he whispered.

"OK. Go, team!"

Immediately every storm trooper was shooting at the Falcon.

"Okay, we need to go now. Go, go, go!" said Han.

"But what about that power interference?"

"We can't go anywhere without that power, but my girl can't be turned into a trash bin!"

"Fine, I'll go take care of them."

Luke ran out with his light saber. And once ignited, he posed dramatically.

"Another great plan you've thought up, Solo." said Leia.

"I call em' like I see em', your greatness."

"Stop calling me that."

"Hey, buddy! Watch this!" Luke called to a storm trooper.

He used the Force to push all the storm troopers away, then he dodged the bullets from three more.

"No, Skywalker!" said Vader.

Luke turned.

"Well, well, if it isn't my father."

"Luke, I really want to tell you something. I don't like being evil anymore."

"Yeah, right."

"No, seriously. I'm dying."

"You're what? OK, change of plans. We're going…oh…right…power interference."

"It's fixed! Chewie rebooted the power couplings. They seemed to be in reverse for some reason. Before, it was nothing but a paper printer back in the storage room. Now it's a Falcon again." said Han.

"OK, let's go."

"Whoa, who invited him?" said Han, pointing to Vader.

"He negotiated, now come on!"

Han jumped off the roof with Chewie and headed for the door.

"Not so fast, Solo." said Boba Fett.

"Whoa!" He dodged a bullet. "Would you quit it, Boba?"

He pulled out his blaster and shot first.

"Oh!"

He headed for the door and shut it.

"OK, Chewie, start it up again!"

This time, the Falcon actually moved, and they successfully exited the Imperial base.

"That was an interesting stop." said Leia.

"Luke, I need you and your dad to monitor the back. There's actually some medical equipment back there."

"On it."

About two hours later…

"Mmm…this pizza's really good, said Han. "Have you guys tried the wings?"

Despite the yummy takeout Han had prepared from delivery, still warm from the oven, Luke was in back fixing his father.

"Okay, chemical readings are fired."

Anakin sat up immediately. He started breathing.

Once he realized he was breathing, he gasped.

"I can breathe again! Son! You saved me!"

He hugged Luke.

"I'm very sorry for my dark choices. I'm now taking a vow to never hurt anyone again. After what happened to Mom, to Padme, to Obi-Wan, to the Jedi, and most of all, you and Leia…I know you can never forgive me.

"Father, despite your efforts as a dark apprentice, you can't change what you've done. But you can improve for the future…I'm just glad you didn't kill anyone else."

"Other than Palpatine. Rem…Remember when…when he was…he was shocking you with lightning…and…and I slam dunked him down the…the chamber?"

"Oh, Father, you had me there. I thought you would watch me die. I knew there was good left in you."

"And to the future as well. I'm glad I'm alive…and I'm glad you are too. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be alive. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be alive. So if it wasn't me, I wouldn't live now technically but…thank you, son."

"Father…"

They hugged.

"Okay, family bugs."

They turned to see who it was.

It was Han.

"Let's see what's going on with this power outage contagion."

"I'm getting readings they're not even in our area…no…our entire galaxy…they're not even in the same dimension as us," said Luke.

"There are other fluent dimensions?" said Leia, confused.

"You didn't know that?"

She turned and gasped to see Obi-Wan's ghost.

"Seriously? It's not like the Jedi are the only people that have ever lived. I've known a many people from other worlds."

"Like…who?

"I remember two great allies of mine in a conflict of collapsing between realms…two friends of mine…Albus and Gandalf. Two wise men who looked a lot alike each other, but were from different worlds, but were still wizards of great power and wisdom."

"Do you think we're going through another realm collapse?" asked Luke.

"I don't know, Luke. I'm only a ghost. I don't know everything, so that's something you'll have to find out for yourself."

"Maybe I can rip some Force to create a wormhole to go to another world!" said Luke.

"I'll come with you!" said Leia.

"No, you won't," said Han pulling Leia back.

"Stop shielding me, Solo. You'd be wise not to go there."

"I get lonely here!"

"Wrrragh!"

"Not counting you, fuzz ball!"

"I'm not afraid, Han. Neither is Luke. I can do this. We can do this."

"I need you around here in case we encounter anyone you know who doesn't trust us!"

"Like who?"

"Like…"

He hesitated and shook his hands in frustration.

"Jabba."

"Jabba's a couch potato. He doesn't even have a ship that can actually fly. And he's dead. I killed him, remember?"

"That's why they call you the "Huttslayer."

"No one calls me that. They call me "Leia" or "Princess." And frankly, I don't like using that term either."

"COME on, Prin-cess. If you weren't going to end up like your mother and marry a Jedi you'd go with me!"

"I already have!"

She hold up her wedding ring.

"Gasp! So it's true. You did like me."

"Well duh. You did ask me to. I had to. I like you, Han. I like Luke too but…pfft. He's my brother…and I'm going through the hole!"

"Leia, wait!"

She had entered the blue vortex already. She screamed.

"Whooooa!"

"Hang on! I'm coming!"

He jumped in after her.

The vortex then closed.

Han just stared where the vortex was.

"Chewie…we're doomed."

Inside the vortex, Leia was still screaming.

"Ngaah!"

Luke zoomed through the vortex and caught up with her.

"Leia, I'm here!"

"Where in the galaxy are we going?"

"I'm convinced to say…nowhere in our galaxy…"

To Be Continued