Mickey Mouse stared at the bonfire, and smiled.
Fourty thousand pages of expanded universe were going up in smoke.
He thought to himself "I'm free of all those stories, and characters, I can now make sure episodes seven to nine, and the spin off movies are the way I want them"
After the new movies come out, they'd go the way of the Droids, and Ewoks cartoons, and the Marvel comics series, which he'd owned before he actually bought Lucasfilm, who knows maybe he'd put in some characters from the marvel series, Just to screw up people's minds.
Star Wars was his, his story, his vision, he'd make sure that only the characters he wanted would be used, and the only stories told, would be the ones he wanted.
his writers, and his directors, and if the fans complained, Disney was so big it wouldn't matter if they didn't like his changes.
In that moment on the plain next to him stood the only characters he truly wanted bringing, maybe he'd get get Lando, maybe not.
Luke, Leia, and Han looked completely disoriented, they'd been ripped out of the universe they'd known for over forty years. Luke was the first one to speak in a groggy voice, "where are we, where's Ben?"
Han and Leia, were yelling for their Granddaughter Allana.
"You won't find them" Mickey told them, "they don't exist anymore" "What" all three of them yelled at the same time, It looked like Han was about to charge at Mickey, when out of nowhere, two long shaggy red arms, attached to a wookie, they never though they'd see again. Pulled him back.
And Han in shock, went down on his knees, looking up into the eyes of the friend he thought, he'd lost forever. "What's happening, how are you here?" Chewie just stared and shrugged.
"The universe where you lost him is gone now, to make way for the new Star Wars Movies. that universe did it's job, as a placeholder, and it's time for it to go." Mickey said with a beaming smile, besides I can't make real money from a dead Chewie.
"our families, my wife, our memories, my Jedi" Luke said with a grief that threatened to crush him. "You'll forget them, and when you wake up, you'll have all new ones, remember the only thing that will count from now on is what shows up on the movie screen"
Leia felt like she did on the Death Star after Alderaan blew up, only this time she didn't just lose a planet, she'd lost a universe, but before she could process it, Mickey waved his gloved white hand, put them to sleep, and placed them to sleep, in a Millenium Falcon playset, brought them inside his playhouse, and placed them on a shelf, and started watching his six movies, and swept off the ashes of the expanded universe, and whistled with cheer the imperial march.