Last time

And, as a finishing touch, Master Windu ran into the back of Anakin's car. Again, and again, and again. This day could not get any worse for Anakin.

As Anakin tried to take some nice, calming deep breaths, 3PO waved the red flag and all of the drivers pulled to the side. Luke, having escaped relatively unscathed, also pulled over. While it appeared that Obi-Wan had been involved in the crash, Luke thought he might have a chance to drive again. But, catching one look at Obi-Wan's face, this appeared to not be the case. He smiled to himself. At least he had a chance to win!

"And, it looks like we have a crash ladies and gentlemen! This crash involved Mace Windu, Obi-Wan Kenobi, and Anakin Skywalker!" Darrell said into the microphone, holding it above Yoda's reach. Yoda, meanwhile, was hopping up and down, trying to reach it. "It appears that as Master Skywalker attempted to pass Master Windu, he spun out and ran into the wall. Then, Master Windu's car began malfunctioning and ran into Master Skywalker's car repeatedly. Damn it!"

This last part was likely pertaining to the fact that Yoda had force-jumped up, and grabbed the microphone.

"Ran into Skywalker on purpose, Windu did. Anger issues, he has. Take this microphone, I will, and speak to him, I must."

Several minutes later, the cars had all been removed from the track, and the cars were ready to start again. Luke was now in first, feeling very pleased with himself. He practically had the race in the bag! It would only be about 10 laps that he'd need to hold the lead, and he could do that. After all, he'd held second for longer than that!

"Don't get too cocky Luke. Your luck can change any minute." His father's voice echoed through his head. "Yeah yeah," Luke sent back, rolling his eyes.

Meanwhile, Yoda had made his way over to the three who had crashed. Obi-Wan and Anakin were both glaring at each other, each blaming the other for their crash. Mace was silently stewing and already plotting revenge on Anakin.

"Behaved like a youngling, you did," Yoda informed Mace. "Destroyed Master Skywalker's car unnecessarily, you have, and punished with youngling duty, you will be. Have to say anything, do you?" He said, sticking the microphone in Mace's face.

"I. Did. Not. Destroy. Anakin's. Car. Unnecessarily." Mace hissed through gritted teeth. "The car malfunctioned.

"Cars don't malfunction like that," Anakin butted in. "You can ask anyone who understands cars."

Mace rolled his eyes. He was so DONE with Skywalker's behavior. He'd make sure that if he had youngling duty, Skywalker had twice as much.

"Well, I'm going to go sit with my pit crew to watch the rest of the race," Obi-Wan said to the pair. "I can't stand your bickering."

"I think I will too," Anakin snapped. "I can't stand being in Mace Window's company for a second longer."

Mace took several deep breaths as they left. Absently, he wondered if murdering Skywalker was a sin or a mercy. It seemed like more of a mercy to him.

The first several laps proceeded without incident. Luke had maintained a steady lead, and there had only been a few small spin outs near the back of the pack, and had required him to slow down for only a few brief seconds. Just then, a member of the pit crew interrupted his thoughts with message.

"Padawan Skywalker? I just wanted to tell you that one of the drivers whose been near the middle the entire time is starting to catch up, and he's driving pretty well. You might wanna speed up a little or something," the youngling suggested.

"Thanks," Luke said, wondering who on earth that would be. He ran through a mental list in his head, and couldn't come up with anyone. Oh well. It wasn't like it mattered.

Han Solo felt very pleased with himself. He'd been trying to escape the notice of anyone throughout the race, hoping to sneak up on the leaders during the last few laps. It was risky, but Han lived for risks. Now that the top three leaders were gone, the only person who would pose much of a problem was Luke. When they were younger, him and Luke had used to sneak out to go racing every Friday night, and he had always won. But since he'd been caught and grounded, and Luke had continued to race, it occurred to him that Luke would have an edge on him.

Han sneakily maneuvered himself around the car in 3rd. One more left. According to his pit crew, the announcers had managed to steal the microphone back from Yoda, and were raving about his strategies. With a burst of speed, he passed the car in second, and started tailing Luke on the last lap.

"Sith!" Luke cursed into his comm. "The mystery driver is in second now!"

"Sir," one of the younglings said. "The driver behind you is Han Solo.

"Dang," Luke snapped, and muttered a word his father had taught him in Huttese. If that truly was Han, he was screwed 12 times over. Han was a better driver than him, and he knew it. He put on a burst of speed as he rounded the first corner, unwilling to let Han have any chances there. If he knew Han, he would try to pass him then.

"Oh Luke," Han said to himself. "You have no idea how you just messed up." Han hadn't sped up at the corner in order to pass Luke, but provided Luke did this again, the second time, he'd speed up on the straight, and pass him, speeding in for the finished.

"HA! Bet Han didn't expect that!" Luke bragged as he saw Han's car disappearing through his mirrors.

As Luke rounded the second corner with a burst of speed, Han prepared his attack. Luke stopped his acceleration and he snuck closer. He was maybe 15 yards from passing him. "One more move just like that Luke," Han told himself.

"Sith," Luke muttered again. "He's catching up." When Luke rounded the third corner, he saw with horror that Han had just passed him. This could not be happening.

"One turn left," Han told himself. Now all he had to do was keep the lead.

In the announcing booth, the Waltrips were getting very excited. This was certainly turning into an interesting race.

"And Han Solo takes the lead from Luke Skywalker as the two round turn three! It's going to be a close one! Luke is struggling to catch up to Han as they round turn four!" Darrell cheered into the microphone.

Han put on an extra burst of speed as they rounded the 4th corner. He put the pedal to the metal and zipped towards the finish line. Luke watched with sadness as he finished the race only a second after Han. "Oh well. You knew it would happen. And as they say, second the best!"

I'm so so sorry for leaving you guys hanging for so long! I feel super bad, but school was busy, dance was busy, and when I had free time, I was just having trouble getting my mind into writing mode. I've got one more chapter left to write, and then I'll be done with it! My very first fanfiction!

If you are following my other stories, my other Star Wars one is going to need to wait a while still, and I'm going to start the rewrite process on my Harry Potter story. Please review and let me know what you thought about the ending!