So how about the new season? Looks like I was ahead of the curve on that one. Probably deserve royalties.

Anyhoo, big action scene. I hope you enjoy.

Obi-Wan moved down the corridor as though he were on an evening stroll along the Temple ramparts. A lone stormtrooper stopped him, rifle raised. Obi-Wan calmly raised his hand and force pushed the trooper's gun up into his face, breaking his jaw and knocking him out cold. Considering whether to finish him off, Obi-Wan thought back to the old days. He'd forgotten pain of taking a life. Massacring droids in the Clone Wars was all well and fine—it had actually been quite cathartic—but he remembered the sadness, the tightening in his chest, as he held Maul in his arms. He could have thrown that trooper against the durasteel ceiling until his skull cracked.

Obi-Wan shook his head. No, he would live. Everyone deserves a chance.

He turned the corner and paused at the telltale hiss of a lightsaber. The Monstrosity stepped forward. "I've been waiting for you."

Obi-Wan drew his weapon and steadied his breathing. Or perhaps not.

The two groups united at the hangar to find it in chaos. Luke froze at the Falcon's gangway "Ben!"

Lana brushed past him with Abbie-Jean in her arms. Archer and Chewbacca nearly collided with him. "Move, dust-boy!" Archer yelled. He glanced over towards the hangar bay door and paused. "Who's that?" He could've sworn he'd met him before.

Obi-Wan looked away from Vader and caught sight of the two young men. He nodded and turned back to Vader, raising his lightsaber up and exposing himself as he did so.

Archer's eyes went wide. "Dad?"

Obi-Wan closed his eyes and smiled as Vader swung.

"NOOO!" Luke screamed as Obi-Wan's empty robe fluttered to the ground. Vader knelt down to grab the Jedi's lightsaber, only to have it fly out of his grasp and into the spy's outstretched hand several hundred feet away. He then felt a tug at the lightsaber in his hand and found himself pulled off his feet.

Lana poked her head out. "What the actual hell are you doing? Is there something more pressing than our imminent deaths?" She then looked over and was witness to the unbelievable sight of the robotic Sith Lord being dragged along the floor like a jet-skier, hanging onto his lightsaber with both hands. She nearly dropped her daughter. "Wut."

Vader came to a rest right at Archer's feet. Vader looked up at the surprised spy. He was glad the visor was hiding his nonplussed expression. Archer looked down with an identical expression. "Oh, shit." Vader reached out a hand to choke the everloving Force out of the the latest bane of his existence when a furry foot caught him on the side of the head and sent him rolling fifteen feet. A saber fell from his slackened grip and flew into Archer's other hand. He looked down at both weapons and smiled. "Neat."

Run, Sterling! A voice whispered in Archer's ear. He grabbed Luke by the collar and dragged the screaming kid up the gangway. As the gangway closed, something punched the bottom of the hatch hard enough to put a dent in the durasteel.

Archer ran to the cockpit and stuck his head through. "Take us up, now!"

"I can't do this any faster!" Han shouted.

The Falcon lifted off and shot toward the hangar door. It bounced off it like a handball on a brick wall. "The shield locks are still on!" Leia said.

"Damnit Bilbo," Mallory muttered.

"Don't worry, I have a plan. Archer, man the forward turret." Han swung the Falcon around and aimed the bow at the hangar control room window. A single shot from Archer's cannon disintegrated the room, along with the controls for the magnetic air-shield. The shimmering blue light overt the hangar door flickered and died. A moment later, the Falcon was hurled into space, sucked out into the vacuum along with the hangar's oxygen supply and three-hundred screaming Stormtroopers.

Han turned up the engines and flew off, leaving the space station behind them. He then collapsed in his chair and took a deep breath. "Wow, that was close."

"Did you see that?" Archer's voice crackled through the comms. "We just threw Darth-fucking-Vader into space!"

"Do you think he survived?" Mallory asked.

Han shrugged. "Hopefully." A second later something large and black slammed against the cockpit window. "HOLY FUCKING FUCK!" Vader raised a fist and drove it down on the windscreen hard enough to form a small crack. One more punch like that and he'd be throttling a Han to death, if the sudden decompression and exposure to the vacuum didn't kill everyone aboard first. "Everyone, hold on!" Han yelled behind him as he swung the yoke hard to the right and pushed up the throttle.

Everyone managed to grab something solid. Everyone but Ray. The analyst screamed as he was lifted off of his feet and thrown into the wall of the cargo bay.

Vader's grip came loose, and he slid down the top of the Falcon, catching hold right before falling into the thrusters. He hang on with both hands as the ship went into a corkscrew maneuver.

Ray kept screaming as he tumbled around the cargo bay like a quarter in a dryer.

"Chewie, take us to lightspeed!"

The Wookie shook his head. "We could short out the engines if we don't let them warm up!"

"I'll take the chance! Punch it!" Chewie slammed the throttle forwards. "And put the gravity stabilizers back on."

Vader had started to claw his way back towards the cockpit when he heard the engines go into overdrive. He let go seconds before the Millenium Falcon vanished into the lifeless void of hyperspace, sending him tumbling through space head over heels.

In space, no one can hear to scream. Through the comm system of Lord Vader's suit, however, the officer aboard the Death Star's Bridge were awarded with a bellow loud enough to shatter the drinking glass in Tarkin's hand. "Send a search crew out to retrieve him," the Grand Moff replied. "Make sure the crew in question are disposable. Lord Vader is likely to be very cross."

"WOOOO!" Archer pumped his fists in the air. "That was friggin' awesome!"

"I'm glad you found our near-death experience amusing," Han muttered as he fell back into his chair panting.

"It was pretty fun."

"Don't encourage him, Chewie."

"Sterling!" Mallory grabbed her son by the ear and dragged him towards the lounge. "Team meeting, now!"

Cheryl went back to the cargo bay and found Ray lying on the floor, all of his limbs bent in unnatural angles. "Are you paralyzed again?"

"I am in excruciating pain," Ray wheezed. "So no, I am not."

"Good, team meeting in two minutes." She turned on her heel and left the cargo hold.

"Wait, a little help?!" No answer. "Dukes," Ray said through gritted teeth. Slowly and painfully, he dragged himself across the floor towards the doorway.