Disclaimer-I do not own Spencer Hale or Mace Windu, and I am glad of that, that is the same for Lando. I would never make someone up that is that is that stupid (except for Mary Sue.) I wish I did own Molly, but I don't, so PLEASE don't sue me! I don't own Boba Fett, either.

Mace Windu was angry. Molly Hale had got away again! He would never allow that. Spencer Hale was fretting. He knew that he should never have joined the Dark Side. He was angry with himself for letting himself be talked into it. "Molly, you naughty girl. You know that I have always hated the Dark Side," he muttered. "Just because you wanted to get away from me." Dark Lord Lando was cross. He vowed that if anyone was caught helping 'Little Miss Hale', they would be sentenced to death by having their heart ripped out.

Aboard the Death Star, Molly felt uneasy. It wasn't easy, being a stowaway. She was so cramped that she wouldn't have been surprised if she was all shrivelled up, like on cartoons. It was the Dark Lord's control room that she had hidden in. If she could get in there without being seen, it would be good. She had done just that. Now she would have to shut off the energy, and crash the ship. To survive that and the crash, it would be a miracle. She suddenly realised that there was a man's voice just above her. Surely there was something in her supply kit that would deal with this sort of situation. She got it out, and then realised that all her mobile bombs had gone. She must have used them up in the war, fighting for Boba Fett. She had had to prove that he was good, and that it was his job to kill people, he didn't just do it for fun.

Molly grinned. She had seen one. She threw it out from under the bench, and it had hit the target. The Dark Lord Lando was hit on the leg. Two more victories like that, and she would be done. He died, and it was a painful death.

There had been three people in the room when Molly had thrown the bomb. The Dark Lord had been killed, his Dark Padawan (who was now the Dark Lord.) Mace Windu, had been injured badly and her own father, Spencer Hale, had been so scared, that he ran for help, screaming. A nurse came in, and took Windu away. Now was her chance. She crawled out, and stretched. She had been cramped for several hours. She must hurry. Darth Spence might be back soon. Her hands were working so fast, they were almost a blur.

She had finished typing, and had just turned the computer off, when she heard footsteps outside the door.



Will Molly get back into her hiding place, or will she still be standing at the controls when that evil Darth comes in?

Join us next time.... for more Adventures of Molly Hale.