Galactic Plague
10 years A.B.Y.
(Chapter 1-Revisiting Jabba)
"This is your last chance, Jabba. Free us, or die," Luke threatened as he stood on the durasteel plank. The slug-like Hutt ignored him, saying, "No. Put him in!"
On schedule, R2-D2 was positioned on the deck of Jabba's Sail Barge, awaiting Luke's signal.
Luke saluted Artoo, revealing his true plan, the Lightsaber! He could hear the servos whining in Artoo's dome-shaped head. Just when the young Jedi's weapon was supposed to launch, it didn't. "Oh, no!" Luke thought. The Lightsaber was stuck!
"Noooo!" Luke yelled, as Jabba screamed a command in Huttese to the Skiff Guard. "Now!" Jabba belched at the Weequay, who promptly pushed Luke into the beast, waiting in the sand below. Down, down, down fell Luke into the murky depths of the Sarlaac's stomach.
"Nooo!" Luke kept yelling, tangling himself in his thermocloth sleeping cot.
"Hey, kid, snap out of it," said Luke's longtime friend (and now brother-in-law), Han Solo. "No,no,no,oh! Sorry Han," the Jedi exclaimed. "Just a nightmare, I guess."
"Right. Ok, then Luke. Get yourself ready and meet me at the controls," said Han, referring to his ship, The Millennium Falcon. "Ok, Han. I'll be right there."