Han Solo is just coming out of the 'fresher when there is a flash not unlike a stun grenade. He throws up his hands and yells.

"Blaster bolts!"

Then he is gone, but none of the patrons of the dirty Mos Eisley cantina seem to notice, because most are too intoxicated by whatever substance, legal or otherwise, that they are consuming.


Luke Skywalker ducks a blow to the head by one of his trainees, and uses to Force to throw the student up into the air as a distraction. As she also uses the Force to steady herself, she throws her lightsaber at him. He dodges to the left, and it throws off a shower of sparks as it hits the ground, and a flash of light. An unnatural flash of light.

The trainees who are watching gasp as the light obscures Luke for a moment, then again as it fades and he is gone, and they are left alone.


Harry Potter and Hermione were experimenting with an alternate ingredient for a glow-paint, one that would be a brighter red than the one the instructor advised. As he pours in the substitute liquid, there is a tremendous flash, far brighter that the book says would occur, and both students disappear, yelling in surprise.

Then the hall is empty save for a cauldron of muck, which cools and solidifies, ruining it.


In a dark, musty room, a bright light flashes, and four figures are lying across the floor, unconscious. The odd smell they emit keeps the rats away. Having had the most experience with being unconscious, Luke is the first to awake. He spots the other figures, but recognizing only that of his friend, he leaves the other two alone.

"I am absolutely certain that wasn't a stun grenade that hit me, and that we're not where we were, but that's as far as certain goes," Han shakes his head to clear it, and gazes at Luke. "But it is good to see you again, kid."

"I'm only younger than you in the literal sense, Han, and I'm certainly not a kid anymore, but I am glad to see you too."

A large rat, braver than most because of its size, scampers across Han's foot, and he jumps, drawing his blaster as he does. A few bolts and the rest of the rats stay clear.

Hermione groans, and rolls over onto her back. When she opens her eyes, the sight of two strange men, one with a gun, causes her to scream.

Luke attempts to calm her, but she only screams louder and crawls backwards into a wall. The cold, slimy surface shocks her into silence, and Luke finally can speak.

"Please, I promise neither of us will do anything to harm you."

"Yeah, mostly so we don't have to hear that scream again," Han quips.

Despite her fear, Hermione giggles a bit.

"See, we're not all that bad. Now, I am Jedi Master Luke Skywalker, and this is Han Solo. Would you know who that young man is lying over there?"

Spotting Harry's prone form, she rushes over and shakes him until he wakes. He looks around and mumbles something about a potion and ingredients. Introductions are made all around, Harry putting a special emphasis on his name, which neither man acknowledges, and Hermione already knows, and the two older men look around the chamber by the light of Luke's weapon. Harry and Hermione follow silently, wondering who these men were with their futuristic weapons.

Although the chamber wasn't wide, it goes back far enough for the shadows to fight off the glow of the lightsaber. However, they are far back, at the end of the long corridor, and the only obvious direction is what Luke's force sense indicated to be west, so that is which way they go.

After several minutes, they come upon a large and old-looking wooden door, which is bolted from the other side. As Han and Luke examine it, the other two whisper to each other.

"How can we trust these two, Hermione, I mean, what if they're planning on killing us?"

"Harry, think for a minute! That sword thingy looks like it could slice us into tiny pieces. If they really were going to kill us, why haven't they done so yet? I think we can take them at their word. I like Luke, he seems to be genuine, like if he hated your guts, he'd tell you straight out."

"Whatever, I'm still not going to trust my life to either one of them, especially that Luke guy."

"You should know that I have excellent hearing, and picked up all of your converstion, though I wasn't listening. Maybe you should come over here and help us decide our collective fate," Luke says from where he stands.

They walked up to the door, and Harry jiggles it, though it is still locked.

"Why not just cut it open with your little sword, hmm?" he says, his tone a hair's width from mocking.

"Because we don't know what is on the other side, there could be an ambush, or booby-traps. We could also shoot it open, but, aside from the earlier reasons, we don't really know how it's locked."

"Then what can we do? It looks like we're trapped."

Suddenly there is a loud clunk of wood, and the door swings slowly open.