Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, Star Wars, their respective characters, or anything pertaining to them. The lines bolded and italicized come from the Star Wars movies (and some may be inexact), so I don't own them either.

A/N: Here is the double update, first installment. I hope you like it. Thank you so much to all who reviewed – I am so grateful!

BLEACH BLEACH BLEACH

"Before we begin, may I speak with you privately, Kurosaki and Inoue-san?" Without waiting for affirmation, Nemu glided behind a tastefully arranged pot of bamboo stalks. As soon as Ichigo and Orihime joined her, she questioned them, "Are you both familiar with the memory-replacing aerosols employed by living world-stationed Shinigami?"

"Oh yeah, I've seen Rukia shoot off a few at one time or another. I mean, I've never experienced it used on me though – "

"Oh, I have!" Orihime piped up, smiling happily.

Ichigo felt a little nervous, reminded how accepting the cheerful girl was of all the - well, could it really be described as anything but suspiciously odd situations? - her supposed friends put her in almost by clockwork.

"Good. Then, I will be brief. In approximately" - Nemu glanced down at her left knee – "twenty-seven seconds, all of the Shinigami in the room will be placed under a spiritual entity – affecting selective memory replacement that I have introduced into their systems through your convenient Dark Side cookies. It is our first unannounced test run of this drug. It will only affect their memories of the contents of the Star Wars movies that they have already seen, making them not able to recall the plot and specific characters, but able to remember certain aspects associated with the film, such as technology, some of the races or political systems, etcetera. In addition to being made for spiritual entities, this drug is unique in that it is fully reversible, so that function will be tested by returning the removed memories at the end of the film viewing. Any questions?"

"Yes," answered the humans simultaneously. They glanced at each other. "You first," Ichigo motioned politely.

"Why did you look at your knee just then? There's no timer on it," Orihime asked.

"Yes there is. You just aren't able to see it without microscopic vision. Your query, Kurosaki." Nemu prompted.

"Will it affect humans with spiritual powers? Or humans that function as Shinigami?"

"No, as long you are in any aspect alive and human, you will not be affected." At that moment, Nemu's knee emitted a tiny beep. "Ah, it has now taken effect." All three walked back towards the movie watchers.

"This isn't the first time you've tested this out, is it, Nemu-san?" Orihime asked in a low voice.

"No…" The word was barely perceptibly drawn out, filling the two listeners with dread. "The only thing new is… the quantity. I have tested subjects with several concentrations and amounts, but none equal to the total consumed by Kotetsu fuku-taicho. The only one who came close experienced more pronounced phobias for two days afterwards. He could not view large knives during that timeframe without whispering 'hostage' and shrieking." She knit her brows in an actual display of puzzlement.

Ichigo had a very uncomfortable feeling. "Ah, that wasn't… Hanataro, was it?"

Nemu stared at him with genuine surprise. "How did you know?"

Fortunately for the Shinigami substitute, he was saved by the movie starting.

It is a period of civil war.

Princess Leia races home…

custodian of the stolen plans that can save her people and restore freedom to the galaxy.

"Leia… that's a pretty name," Matsumoto smiled happily.

"It sounds familiar… do we know who that is?" Ukitake Taicho asked, frowning in concentration.

"I… can't seem to remember," admitted his pink-robed friend.

"I remember the Galactic Empire was just formed in the last movie, and that it is a bad system, but I do not remember this planet or this ship, or a Rebel organization either," Hitsugaya recollected.

"I remember insisting we watch the next movie because the last one was so sad, but I cannot remember why right now," Rukia muttered, yawning. "Oh well."

"I hope the Princess makes it safely! It looks like she has a big strong ship," Kiyone interjected, observing the Tantive IV gliding regally above Tatooine's airspace despite the constant fire from behind.

"I'm not so sure…" Sentaro trailed off, as the Star Destroyer finally trapped the diminutive diplomatic vessel with its all-encompassing shadow.

"Ulp!" Kiyone swallowed.

Ichigo, bemused as he was by the spotty memories of the Soul Reapers present, couldn't help but agree. Even knowing how the series ran forwards and backwards, the first sight of the Imperial might opposing the rag-tag Rebels is an iconic image. And fortunately, he knew a couple more were due… right about now.

Did you hear that? They shot the main reactor! We'll be destroyed for sure! This is madness!

As R2-D2 beeped and trundled along his taller fretting friend through the boarding debris, numerous smiles grew on the faces of the assembled Shinigami.

"I'm glad R2 and C-3PO are back," Kira admitted.

They were startled by the blazing entrance of the boarding party and ill-fated last stand of the Aldaraanian crew, and a hushed silence grew as the perhaps most remembered figure of the series paced threateningly into view through the smoke.

"No Imperial March yet though," Orihime whispered to herself.

Several cringed at the Sith Lord's cruel treatment of the vessel's captain, and his harsh command to find the secreted princess. As Darth Vader finally swept off-screen, Ichigo looked around to gauge the reactions of his companions to the quintessential bad guy.

"I know he seems really bad, but…" Yumichika began.

"I know what you mean, I'm not sure what it is…" Hisagi elaborated pointlessly.

"It is the helmet." Byakuya concluded.

Ichigo was confused. "Weren't you just talking about how people who wear glasses and eyepieces are more likely to be evil? Is that what you're talking about now?"

"That was referring to covering the eyes only, not a full helmet," Hitsugaya corrected him.

"Is that… really any different?" Ichigo questioned finally.

"Oh yes!" Isane assured him emphatically.

"Have you met Komamura Taicho, Ichigo?" Rukia queried.

"Who? Oh…" Ichigo just put his face in his hands, unsure whether to laugh or what. "I can promise you guys, he's not a big dog, or fox, or wolf, or whatever. Okay?"

"But you're not telling us who or what exactly he is under all that, are you?" Kyouraku Taicho asked keenly.

"Er, no? He's a person though," Ichigo tried.

"I guess that settles that," Ukitake Taicho decided.

"So, if someone just covers their eyes, they're suspicious, but if they cover all of themselves, or at least their whole head, then they're just trying to look scary? Is that what it is?" Ichigo summed up.

"That sounds about right," Rangiku confirmed after a moment's thought.

"Gah!" Ichigo couldn't accurately enunciate his frustration with Shinigami logic, or lack of it.

Darth Vader, only you could be so bold.

The now-named masked man was indignantly dressed-down by the slip of a princess held in custody before him.

"I like her style," Rukia said admiringly.

"I think spirals and buns may be more Hinamori's thing. I'd stick with your own style if I were you. Though, those might not look bad on me," mused Rangiku.

"I don't think that's what Kuchiki-san meant, Rangiku-san," Orihime corrected with a quiet giggle, picturing all the assembled girls sporting Princess-hair.

A shpew and the escape pod curving away from the captured vessel introduced the next stage of the adventure. Unfortunately for the swiftly expiring attention spans of the audience, the endless dunes of sand weren't cutting it.

"This is a little boring," Renji finally admitted, as R2 and C-3PO argued beside mammoth remains.

Kyouraku Taicho was quick to hush him. "Please don't say that! Whenever I begin to say that after I take a well-deserved break from my many duties" - his pale-haired friend coughed gently at this description – "that's invariably when Nanao-chan will finally find me and thrust out a stack of forms and say-"

"Sign here, please."

"Just like that!" Kyouraku turned surprised at the voice at his elbow. His compliment for mimicry swiftly shriveled up and died by the piercing glare of his favourite fukutaicho's glasses.

"Here's a pen," Ise Nanao prompted, somehow placing it into his hands, settling the day's forms in front of him, and realigning her glasses into a better position to observe his immediate fulfillment of his duty, all in one motion.

"But, Nanao-chan, I'm attending a Thirteenth-division sponsored marathon," her superior officer tried half-heartedly, already certain of the outcome.

"Which, according to Abarai-fukutaicho, I apparently arrived at the perfect time to prevent you from falling asleep in," Nanao countered.

"Well, I don't know. I kinda like these little guys and their big transport," Kira mumbled quietly, watching the Jawas harass R2 until they finally sucked him into their sandcrawler.

"You are very much welcome to stay and watch the movie with us, Ise-fukutaicho," Ukitake encouraged her gently.

"Oh, and we're all doing a SWA thing after this anyway, Nanao, so that way you won't be late if you hang out here with us," Rangiku called.

Nanao frowned. "Very well, I suppose that will work. Thank you for inviting me, Ukitake Taicho." After another glance at her sighing Taicho scribbling his very reluctant signature on each form, she settled herself close by where she could see both the screen and his progress.

"You didn't miss too much," Rangiku informed her, stifling a yawn. "There's a rebellion against an evil Empire, and after getting captured, a princess has sent some important information to this planet in the care of those two droids that just got captured themselves," she finished briefly, waving a hand at the mechanical duo.

"And who is he?" Nanao asked, nodding at the blue-eyed boy on the sands.

Beru answered for her.

Luke! Luke!

Yeah, Aunt Beru?

Tell your uncle, if he gets a translator, to make sure it speaks Bacchi.

Doesn't look like we'll have much of a choice, but I'll remind him.

With that enigmatic response, Luke Skywalker, dust-raising pilot and farmboy, bounded off to the droid market, a nostalgic version of the main theme's strains lingering behind him.

"Luke, I guess. I'm not sure if he's important," Rangiku finally answered.

Ichigo and Orihime fought to keep their mouths from twitching.

The rest of those there watched the ensuing droid haggling with some interest. A few glanced at Nemu when C-3PO flaunted the prodigious number of languages he could navigate, but she remained calm. Unlike them, she had not eaten any Dark Side cookies.

Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi. You're my only hope.

The ghostly apparition turned and inserted a disk into an invisible slot, only to renew her plea and covert actions again and again.

Who is she? She's beautiful!

That is Princess Leia, a crewmember on our last voyage. A person of some importance I believe.

"I do not believe that her importance is quite what Luke is concerned with right now," Nanao opined, eyebrows twitching at the familiar display unique to the opposite gender.

Her Taicho chuckled. "Er, perhaps not," he assented, returning his focus to the paperwork in a show of obedience. Nanao didn't buy it for a minute.

As Luke shuffled into the underground dwelling after R2's disappointing performance, Ichigo heard a small shriek. Startled, he turned towards the source.

Wide-eyed, Rukia raised a shaking finger at the screen straight at the lining of Beru Larson's jacket. "Psychedelic daisies!" she croaked. "Taicho, I didn't know! Will the Soutaicho be angry?"

"Don't worry, Rukia-chan, those aren't psychedelic; as a matter of fact, those aren't even daisies," Kyouraku Taicho answered before his friend, glad for an interruption to his never-ending paperwork. "I suppose we don't have that much smaller busy-patterned stuff over here, so I guess you don't know. But do you remember that one store in the Living World half a century ago?" he asked, turning toward his ever-present partner in crime.

"And remember that one time we brought along Byakuya? Did you ever think he could look like that?" Ukitake reminisced, nudging the aforementioned clan head.

Byakuya merely sniffed and pressed his lips together to make himself look even more forbidding and impossible to exist in close proximity to such foolery as psychedelic daisies.

He knew my father?

I thought I told you to forget it.

As Luke processed Uncle Owen's new information regarding Leia's hero Obi Wan, Orihime said sympathetically, "That must be rough, having someone right there who could explain all your past, but who keeps it all a secret from you."

"Hm, yeah," Ichigo muttered, preoccupied with the twin sunset, as Luke peered pensively into his as yet unknown future.

The peacefulness of the evening soon led way into the sandy search for the runaway astromech, punctuated by a ululating screech.

Sand people!

"That doesn't sound scary, but for some reason, I seem to remember something that contradicts that," Kira mused.

"Well, they certainly don't sound beautiful," Yumichika scoffed.

Onscreen, Luke appeared to disagree with Kira's assessment at least as he cheerfully beckoned to his new protocol droid.

Let's go take a look. Come on!

His and C-3PO's subsequent beating were only met with long-suffering groans afterwards. Fortunately, old Ben Kenobi managed to both save them and clear up another mystery.

I haven't gone by the name of Obi Wan since, oh, before you were born.

Orihime gasped. "You know, that's not true! Not even from a certain point of view!"

"Well, he is old," Ichigo allowed.

The Shinigami silently absorbed Obi Wan's explanations, the bequeathing of Anakin's lightsaber, and Luke's reluctance to abandon his home for a quest to Alderaan. Their quiet turned into grimness as they listened to Obi Wan's logical analysis of the attack on the Jawas and saw the devastation of what had once been the Lars homestead.

It didn't get much better as the scene cut away to the interrogation of the captured Princess. Isane winced at the menacing droid hovering ever closer. "Ouch, I'm so glad we don't use stuff like that in the medical ward!"

Nemu continued staring passively at the screen. "Actually, we use a remarkably similar device in our division to inoculate the Hell Butterflies. They are markedly difficult to pin down." She paused for a beat. "No pun intended," she clarified. This reminded her of their task to recreate a cauterizing blade, which in turn led her to wonder about its progress silently to herself.

Elsewhere in the Twelfth Division –

"How is that little task for the Fourth Division coming?" asked Kurotsuchi Taicho, slithering up to Akon.

"The laser itself is performing admirably, but that in itself seems to be the issue. We are currently brainstorming a way to limit its effective length as well as manufacture a durable handle that will not melt during use. We tried a semi-permanent reinforcing kido, but there doesn't seem to be one to increase the thermal coefficient. It is a rather specialized problem. We feel that those two obstacles must be addressed before considering how to manipulate it into a form passing for a normal Zanpaku-to," The horn-bedecked top researcher delivered his status update. He paused for breath, about to continue to relate more detailed information, but was cut off. He wasn't too concerned though. He didn't really want to tell him that the team was billing the project charges for sunscreen purchases to counteract all the lights exposure.

"Try a reinforcing kido next. And make it increase the material's insulating properties," Kurotsuchi snapped impatiently.

"Er, I believe I just said we already tried that. And that a kido like that doesn't exist yet," Akon replied slowly. He decided not to mention that would only address half of failure, and definitely refrained from suggesting his Taicho get his hearing and short-term memory retention investigated. He valued his own much too highly for that.

"Oh, that's all? I'm sure you can find a solution to something as simple as that." The painted mad scientist spun around, ready to pounce on other unsuspecting researching underlings for an instantaneous progress report, but a particular part of the news began to bug him. "Oh, Akon, you mentioned something about the laser's 'effective length', didn't you? I interpret that to refer to a laser's nasty habit of slicing through whatever it's pointed towards, nearly regardless of distance?"

"Yes?" Akon confirmed uncertainly.

"Was there a particular item that you observed this effect acting upon?"

Akon swallowed nervously. "Yes." He sighed, noticing the raised eyebrow indicating it would be wise not to stop there. He really wished he could. "It was… your lab chair, Taicho."

The ensuing grimace's grotesqueness was enhanced by the shifting painted stripes which did nothing to hide the succeeding waves of surprise, rage, and regret. "No! I've had that chair longer that I've held my position over the labs! Not my chair!" Kurotsuchi Taicho wailed as he scurried off to pore over the sad heap of scrap metal that was once his prize possession.

Akon sighed for the second time in less minutes. At least he was safe for the moment. It was totally worth secretly aiming the setup towards that hideous chair during testing.

Back at Byakuya's house (in case you forgot where everyone else is) –

Moss Eisley spaceport. You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy.

Those assembled seemed to concur.

"It's like a shady dive for Hollows," Hisagi muttered, gazing bemusedly at the Bithian musicians wailing away at their exotic instruments.

"That one doesn't look like a Hollow," Rangiku noted appreciatively.

Han Solo. Captain of the Millennium Falcon.

The smooth smuggler and his looming Wookiee copilot ironed out the deal's details in a manner befitting their occupation. The party broke up peacefully enough, except for a little snag.

Going somewhere, Solo?

Greedo's holdup concluded with twin bangs.

"Oh, so Greedo does shoot first in the DVDs. I'd been wondering about that," Orihime noted.

"Oh, so Han Solo is supposed to be a villain? I would think it would be better for his character if he didn't take the first shot," Hitsugaya Taicho reasoned.

His fukutaicho smiled at his logic. "I imagine that some people wouldn't be thinking at that level and were more defensive of his reaction time and, well, coolness factor. It's a fangirl thing."

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you'd think that."

The non-researching Shinigami watched the Millenium Falcon's jarring escape from Tatooine.

This is where the fun begins!

Rukia laughed. "Oh, so it's only fun after this, huh? What was everything up to this point?"

Orihime almost sparkled. "Just wait, you haven't seen anything yet!"

She dimmed a little as she remembered what was coming next. While everyone admired the brave front the Princess put forward, no one could ignore the horror of seeing one's own home planet destroyed before one's eyes in an instant.

"A whole world," Kiyone whispered.

Sentaro could only gulp in rare agreement.

Just let go of your conscious self, and act on instinct.

As the fatherly Obi-Wan kindly jammed a blinding blast helmet on Luke, Hitsugaya Taicho spoke up. "So, this training is like reiatsu sensing?"

He was interrupted by a sharp blast from the training remote and a bark of laughter from the cocky smuggler observing the proceedings.

Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid.

"Well, maybe. At least I'm not the only one who has trouble with stuff like that though," Ichigo grumbled.

"Oh, if it was reiatsu sensing, any graduate from the Academy could totally do that," Kira asserted.

Good against remotes is one thing. Good against the living? Now that's something else.

Ichigo raised an eyebrow. There were a few scowls from his former opponents among the audience, but no one rose to the bait.

Everyone witnessed the Falcon's passengers' shock as they found their journey's end was ended before their arrival. All too soon, the Death Star's stolen plans were being sucked up into its own dark depths, along with the intrepid heroes.

Their arrival did not go unnoticed for long.

My old master… I must face him, alone.

As Darth Vader swept off in his lonely pursuit, Ikkaku commented, "If I were him, I would have rather picked a fight with that Han Solo guy. A projectile weapon would seem like more of a challenge."

"It's not that, Ikkaku. It's like his old captain, you see," Yumichika explained patiently.

Ikakku grunted in understanding.

Matsumoto grunted for an entirely different reason. "Men! I'd never fight you, Taicho!" she nearly sang happily, smiling at her diminutive superior.

"I'm glad to hear it. In that case, I'm confiscating all the sake you hid in my office," he informed her without missing a beat.

"Over my dead body!" She exclaimed hotly, raising a fist.

Hitsugaya Taicho snorted. "That was fast."

Who is this? What's your operating number?

Uh… *blaster shot* Boring conversation anyway… Luke, we're gonna have company!

Orihime frowned. "I never understood how they caught on so fast. I thought Han was doing a good job impersonating an Imperial officer. I still wonder how you all caught on I wasn't a Shinigami so fast before too."

All the enlisted in room silently wondered how to enlighten her ignorance, and break her complete lack of subterfuge to her gently, but they were interrupted by a frenzied farmboy.

I'm Luke Skywalker! I'm here to rescue you!

"You know, I feel like I've heard of something like this before, from someone in my division," Isane said, frowning.

"It does sound familiar," Rukia admitted, her voice a little too even. Ichigo glanced at her and could just see her recalling a rescue much like this one, just substituting a background of a swaying bridge and a tower of seki-sekki. And perhaps a little seventh-seat from the Fourth Division somewhere nearby too.

When you came in, didn't you have a plan for getting out?

Ichigo tsked.

This is some rescue!

"Oh, it makes so much sense now!" Rukia chuckled, unable to restrain herself any longer at the sight of Ichigo's embarrassed face. "And that's why the rescuee has no say?" she teased.

"You're missing a lot of juicy bickering here, you know," Rangiku admonished her.

Into the garbage chute, flyboy!

Wonderful girl! Either I'm gonna kill her or I'm beginning to like her!

Luke's petrified face at Han's admission sent the strawberry blonde fukutaicho into hysterics.

What an incredible smell you've discovered!

"So, if your path is blocked, you should hit the sewers? Is that your M.O., Ichigo?" Ikkaku teased, catching on.

"That was entirely Hanatarou's idea," Ichigo responded defensively. "To be honest though, I was totally expecting this to happen."

Everyone present failed to suppress a shiver as the dianoga eye rose from the filth with a quiet plop and roved over the audience.

This elicited several involuntary gasps and one startled shriek, spawning a few more gasps of outrage.

"Not in my ear, Yumichika!" snarled his bald (excuse me, shaven, I meant shaven) friend.

"I couldn't help it. It's so… not beautiful!" The fifth seat dabbed at his watering eyes with his colour-coordinated handkerchief.

He continued to sniffle a little as the trapped four narrowly survived being pressed to smithereens.

Would someone get this big walking carpet out of my way?

As the huffy princess swept past the disappointing rescuing men (and Wookiee), Hisagi nudged Kira. "I dare you to say that to Komamura Taicho next time you run into him."

Kira gasped. "I would never! What if he didn't realize I was joking?"

"You joke?" Matsumoto asked, confused.

"Better not, Kira. Iba would probably beat you up," decided Yumichika.

"Yeah," the addressed fukutaicho agreed morosely, not even bothering to assert his superiority.

For luck!

As the suddenly kissed Luke swang successfully across the chasm and eluded the shooting stormtroopers, Isane gave in to a rare fit of mischief. "Too bad no one gives you something for luck like that, Ichigo. Perhaps you two girls should think about it," she prompted, addressing the two obvious suspects.

"Oh I could never! What happens if he got dependent on it or something and one of us weren't there when he needed to fight and he lost because of it?" Orihime babbled, flustered.

Rukia nodded. "I agree with Inoue. In the beginning, I did try to increase his focus by slapping him with that glove I received from Urahara when removing him from his body, but I've been reducing its use now that he is more accustomed to his substitute duties."

"So you're saying that you didn't have to hit me so hard to dislodge me from my body each time?" Ichigo deadpanned.

"No, of course not!" Rukia raised an eyebrow as if it was obvious.

If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine.

As Vader's red saber whined through the suddenly empty Jedi robes, the audience entered a shocked silence.

"Obi Wan… I didn't expect that," Ukitake Taicho said gravely.

Run Luke, run!

"Wait, wasn't that Obi Wan's voice?" asked Hitsugaya, confused.

Ichigo decided that this one piece of information wouldn't hurt. "Yes."

"But he just now died, correct?"

He guessed he could clarify this too. "Yes."

"Then how is Luke hearing him talk?" Renji summed up all their questions.

Ichigo realized he should have known. "I… don't think I should tell you that now."

"Whatever, that's kinda weird, man," Renji let the matter drop.

"…My line…" Ichigo moaned.

Everyone followed the frenzied gunning for the Imperial TIE fighters, waiting with bated breath until the last pursuing ship had been eliminated. Their relief was short lived as Princess Leia delivered her assessment.

Easy? You call that easy?

They're tracking us.

Kyouraku Taicho groaned with the familiarity. "I hate that feeling."

Ukitake Taicho laughed mirthlessly beside him. "Yes. Like that one time two centuries ago – "

"Don't bring that up," his friend held up a hand warningly.

Nanao sighed. She knew he did that deliberately, and she was not letting him off the paperwork just to satisfy her curiosity. Besides, she could just look it up in her division's records since they dropped a date. If she was honest with herself, those actually made for pretty good reading, especially if contrasted with those of the thirteenth with all the discrepancies noted. But that was for later. Right now, it looked like there was a full-blown war council was in session onscreen, and they had located their enemy's weakness.

As they broke up their meeting, Luke was confronted by the departing Han Solo and Chewbacca.

Take care, Han. I guess that's what you're best at, isn't it?

As Luke stormed off, consumed by disappointment, Rangiku pouted. "Aw, poor guy. He must feel terrible. I'm pretty sad too. I really wanted to see more of those two."

Orihime smiled consolingly. "I'm sorry, Rangiku-san. He really was a great character, wasn't he?" She continued watching the movie quietly.

Ichigo tried to stifle his double-take. He'd have to watch himself around this girl in the future. He didn't know she could actually be this sneaky. She normally was the soul of transparency. Wait, was that actually a form of stealth in itself? His mind reeled.

Red leader, this is Gold Leader.

I copy, Gold Leader.

We're setting up for the target run now.

We're in position. We're gonna cut across their axis and try to draw their fire.

The shifting fortunes of the battle rippled as echoes across the watchers, as the deadly drama among the brave Rebel X- and Y-wings, the powerful gun towers, and the persistent TIE fighters played out. Expressions switched quickly between elation and pain as Luke and his comrades rescued each other from and were shot down by the Imperial forces. It soon came down to Luke and improvised attack runners, then Luke and R2, and then finally Luke himself.

Use the Force Luke! Let go, Luke!

They all held their breath as Luke gathered himself for the final shot.

I have you now… what?!

Yahoo!

As Darth Vader went hurtling into space after the Millenium Falcon's boisterous shove into his flight formation, Rangiku leaned over to bestow a shove of her own. "Oh, you sneaky thing, you," she whispered fondly at the redheaded girl.

The explosion of the Death Star and saving of the Rebellion was greeted with many whoops and even some hugs and backslapping. R2's assessment of recovery elicited further sighs of relief.

All too soon, the Throne Room award ceremony led to the credits and the end of the movie that spawned the saga.

"Well, what did you think, Nanao-chan?" Kyouraku Taicho asked the newest watcher.

"So, R2 is carrying a secret item hidden inside him, falls into enemy territory, and requires a small rescue team to keep him safe," Nanao shook her head, clearing it. "Please tell me I'm not the only one thinking this."

Orihime tapped her lip thoughtfully. "Personally, I almost hope that Yoruichi-san was the one who actually placed the Hogyoku in Kuchiki-san's gigai. She fits my image of Princess Leia much better than Urahara-san."

Everyone else shuddered, overlaying in their minds the daring yet elegant princess on the scruffy, near-perpetually grinning mad-scientist-cum-shopkeeper.

"It does feel like a self-contained story. But you know, I feel like I'm forgetting something from the previous three films, something they haven't wrapped up…" Hitsugaya mused.

Nemu held her breath. Was this iteration of the memory replacement formula only temporarily effective even without administering an antidote?

"Jar Jar Binks." Byakuya intoned definitively.

"Yes, I think that was what I had forgotten. What did happen to Jar Jar Binks? I do not remember that being explained at the end of the last film," Hitsugaya queried. The other audience members added their agreement.

"Er, Jar Jar? Are you sure that's really all you remember that needs to be wrapped up?" Ichigo tried.

Hitsugaya looked puzzled. "Is there something else I should be asking about?"

A success, Nemu recorded in the commonplace book she carried in her left forearm for observational data collecting. But not effective with Jar Jars.