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Pippin's stomach growled. The hallway they were in was narrow, and it seemed to be made of some sort of metallic substance. The walls were rounded, and either way the hobbit looked, the hallway curved to the side. Strong metallic doors were here and there on either side. He felt like he was floating in space rather then on a building built soundly on the ground. He glanced at Gandalf, who seemed just as out of place in the strange corridor. All of Pippin's senses were tingling, and not in a good way. His pulse was going much faster then what was normal than what was normal for an easy-going, laid-back hobbit.

"Gandalf? I have a bad feeling about this. And this time it's not my stomach…" The hobbit walked over to one of the large iron doors which loomed above the short hobbit. The inscription read "Detention Cell 11-38." Pippin blinked. Detention Cell? "Um, hullo?" The hobbit called. "Anyone home?"

"Pippin, don't-" Gandalf tried to stop the hobbit but was cut short by an almost mechanical voice.

"Hey! Hey, you!" Gandalf turned his head to see two men in pristine white uniforms, aiming at Gandalf and Pippin with blaster rifles.

"Fool of a Took…" The Istar muttered.

Pippin smiled at the two stormtroopers. "Where are we?" He asked, disregarding his anxiety.
The men in uniform fired at the two Jedi.

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Emperor Palpatine sensed the sudden disturbance in the Force. Outside, the small forest moon of Endor was visible as the Second Death Star hovered above. Palpatine had been expecting his apprentice, Darth Vader, to bring that Rebel Luke Skywalker –but not this soon. For a fleeting instant, he thought that this new presence could be them, but the Force told him otherwise. Whoever it was, they were strong with the Force, and they weren't familiar to the Sith lord. How could they possibly manage to get on his battle station without being noticed?

The Emperor pressed the comlink next to his throne.

"What do you wish, my lord?" Came the monotone reply of an Imperial Officer.

"Send some Stormtroopers to Corridor 11. They need to investigate something," Palpatine replied, his tone ominous as usual.

"Yes, sir."

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Gandalf lifted his staff into a protective stance, a white glow emitting from the crystal on top. The blaster bolt reflected off the staff and rickocheted back to the firing stormtrooper, knocking him back. With a lift of his hand, Gandalf sent the other trooper flying backwards using the Force.

"Well, they aren't very friendly, are they?" Pippin gasped.

"No questions now, just move!" Gandalf ordered, running away from the stormtroopers. Pippin followed without hesitation.

The hallway turned a sharp corner, and the wizard and the hobbit fled down it quickly. Pippin's stomach was growling furiously now, and his senses were suddenly sharpened as he rushed down the corridor after Gandalf. Apparently, this place they had transported to had low tolerance for unexpected visitors.

The young hobbit skidded to a stop, their path being blocked off by more stormtroopers who fired at the invaders. Gandalf lifted his staff to block more of the blaster bolts, while Pippin cowered behind his master. He still wasn't that far into his training—he still used a training lightsaber, after all!
Some of the Imperial officers were shot down by the bolts reflecting of Gandalf's staff, but more kept coming. It was a rather tight situation. Pippin trembled, trying to control his fear. Fear wasn't good. As Gandalf continued to block the ceaseless firing, the hobbit decided on impulse to dash past the Istar, running past the stormtroopers. This show of bravado proved to be unexpected for everyone present, and the stormtroopers seemed to have a slow reaction. They looked at each other quizzically, blatantly unsure on what to do.

"Fool of a Took!" Gandalf repeated again, irritated. He rushed after his padawan, knocking the two remaining white-uniformed officers off their feet with his staff as he went by.

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Palpatine sensed another large impulse through the Force. Apparently these unwelcome guests were eluding his officers, and Vader wasn't around to take care of things. It seemed he would have to handle this situation himself…

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Gandalf and Pippin halted in another hall, stopping to catch their breathe and survey their surroundings. The wheel's in Gandalf's head were reeling, trying to figure out just exactly what was going on. At least now they could think for a short while—the coast seemed to be clear.

"Peregrin?" He asked.

"Yes, Master Gandalf?"

"Do you sense anything?"

"Yeah…" the hobbit replied, slightly exasperated. "However advanced this place is, there aren't any good kitchens nearby!"

Gandalf groaned, his senses tingling. "I think we may have travelled into the future…if that's possible. We're still in the same galaxy, at any rate."

Pippin pondered for a moment, amazed at how his master seemed to know so much about everthing, even in events like this. "How…How did you know that?"

"You have brains, and the Force is strong with you, Peregrin! I'd suggest putting that to good use." Pippin smiled sheepishly; Gandalf was at least able to act normal, in his annoyed but good-humoured way.

"I think we did travel into the future, I guess. Where's Shadowfax? Did Frodo destroy the Ring? …Where's Merry? I do wonder what happened to them all…"

"Hmm." Gandalf looked down, obviously pondering these thoughts. What, Pippin wondered, was he percieving through the Force?

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Gandalf was suddenly jerked out of his musings as he sensed another person heading towards him. Whoever it was, they were highly Force-sensive, and Gandalf knew that they were no Jedi Knight. Impulses of anger and rage seemed to radiate towards the Istar in waves of energy. Pippin noticed it too. The hobbit turned to look up at Gandalf in wide, questioning eyes.
"Sithsawn," Gandalf muttered. He had no idea how correct he was.

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The Emperor strode purposely down the corridor towards the disturbance in the Force, one word pounding in his head: Jedi. They were all supposed to be dead, much less on the Death Star! With Obi-Wan's death, and Luke Skywalker soon to turn to the dark side, Palpatine had thought he had seen the last of those pests. He wasn't in the mood to be proven wrong.

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Pippin looked in the direction of the Force-sensitive coming their way. Whoever it was hadn't turned the corner yet, but they were getting much closer every second. His heart pounded in his chest. He hadn't even felt this way when he had been captured by orcs; this was a very bad feeling.

"Gandalf? Could we try that running thing some more now, please?"

"By all means, Peregrin."

The two Jedi fled down the corridor.

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Palpatine caught a glimpse of two figures running down the hall and turning another corner: a tall one in a white robe with a staff, and a much shorter one—a youngling, perhaps? The Emperor snarled in annoyance and started running towards them. If his minions couldn't take care of them, he could. Electrum-coated lightsaber hilt in hand, the Sith lord ran after the two Jedi.

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"Bad feeling, very bad feeling, worse then black riders, very bad feeling!" Pippin muttered to himself as he ran down the hallway. The whoever-it-was was chasing them now, and it's anger was easy to sense. Just up ahead, the young hobbit caught glimpse of an open door. Without hesitation, Gandalf rushed in and Pippin followed, his master closing the door behind them.

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The elderly Sith master paused next to another doorway, one he didn't recognize. He hadn't gotten around to seeing the half-way constructed Death Star, so perhaps this was one of the new rooms. Still, Emperor Palpatine couldn't guess at what was inside. Then he sensed them again. The two Jedi knights were inside, trapped!

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"Of all the riddles I've ever encountered, this is by far…" Gandalf murmered.

They were in a rather small room, that looked mostly unused except for a wardrobe on the far side. It was covered in a white cloth, and the entire room itself seemed coated in a thick layer of dust. It seemed extremely out-of-place compared to the hostile, mechanical mess of hallways they had been in before.

Pippin's stomach lurched. "Master Gandalf, I think Mister Angry Person is outside."

Gandalf turned to face the door, bringing his staff up to a defensive position, but Pippin had a different idea. Acting on impulse without thinking, the hobbit dashed to the wardrobe and yanked down the cloth. The beautiful oak surface was etched with strange pieces of art, something a hobbit would usually take time to consider, but the adrenaline was pumping to fast in Pippin's veins. The hobbit pulled open the door, clambered inside, and motioned for Gandalf to follow.
The Istar raised one of his bushy eyebrows, annoyed not for the first time by his padawan's impulsiveness. With another glance at the door, he suddenly felt that the young halfling was onto something. In an instant, Gandalf the White was climbing into the wardrobe and closing the door behind, without knowing why exactly he did so.

The sound of a door opening outside reached the Jedi's ears.

"This is stupid…hiding like this…it won't do us any good…more foolish then going to Moria...if that's possibly..." an annoyed Gandalf whispered.

Pippin didn't listen. He was walking on past the wardrobe. It seemed much larger inside then what was plausible. The sounds of a forest suddenly reached the hobbit's ears. Eyes wide, Pippin stumbled and was suddenly in a completely different setting. Gandalf came right behind him, curiousity getting the better of him.

A light forest scene in the peak of summer met their eyes. Squirrels chattered in the trees, and birds dotted to and fro. The sound of a rushing stream could be heard somewhere in the distance, and the whole place smelled fresh pine needles and peaceful nature. Pippin glanced over his shoulder. The wardrobe was still there, looking extremely odd in the new surroundings.

"Again!" The hobbit exclaimed. "It happened again...We stumbled and were transported again. Gandalf? What's going on?"

"Let's just get away from that wardrobe, shall we?" Gandalf started walking into the woods. Pippin ran after him. His senses were still tingling, but this time it was more of wonder then fear. His anxiety seemed to melt away as he trudged through the sunny woodlands.

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Emperor Palpatine looked quizzicly around the room. 'What the bloody jawa is a wardrobe doing here? Nevermind; the cowards must be hiding inside.' Chuckling menacingly, the Sith strode toward the wardrobe. He opened the door, expecting to see his quarry inside, but this time he really was puzzled.

The wardrobe was empty.

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A/N--Yes. Randomness will rule us all. No, seriously, I have a good plot for this...just keep reading, just keep reading, just keep reading reading reading...