Luck was an interesting thing; unless he was playing a game of Sabacc, Han never gave it much serious thought. People boasted about how he'd been the luckiest man alive, destroying a death star, marrying a Princess and escaping so many close calls. He'd almost believed it as well, until Chewie died that was, Anakin & Jacen sealed the thought in his mind.

However, his escape from that Star Destroyer was several magnitudes up from luck.

He'd woken from the knockout gas inside the Falcon, and felt stronger than he had in years, the aches and pains from simple age had vanished. He didn't feel like a teenager, but more like a 50 year old. It felt good.

Then the Falcon went insane. He'd had things break down before, and at bad times, but never to this extent. Engines started screaming to life, then shutting down, repulsorlifts started throwing the ship all across the Star Destroyers hangar, and the internal gravity overloaded, pinning him to the floor. He'd sworn at it, thrown random objects at the computer displays, and slowly made his way to look at a horribly corrupted computer screen. It wasn't a virus, just like several systems all corrupted at the same time.

Threepio made it into the ship despite the overloading artificial gravity, complaining that he'd done something to the computers and that he couldn't interface with it, yelling that it needed to be scrapped.

And moments later, the entire ship started heating up incredibly fast, walls were hot to the touch. He'd managed a look out the viewport to see the walls glowing bright white. And another system malfunctioned, one that was good at playing up. The hyperdrive.

Inside the Star Destroyer. With the loading ram well and truly open. Without the slightest bit of calculation, it jumped.

Han never thought he'd heard Threepio squeal to that level before. Which was saying something.

Threepio managed to create some sort of oxygen bubble, and shut the loading ramp, allowing the atmosphere processor to kick in. And then everything shut down entirely. Except Threepio, he'd kept complaining.

And then everything rebooted, and went into standby mode.

He couldn't explain it if he tried. Even Threepio gave up on trying to compute the odds.

He'd been about to sink into a depression that he'd outlived even more friends and family, when Threepio exclaimed that they'd survived, and were currently on Corellia. The logical part of him said it was impossible, but something felt undeniably true about it.

So sitting behind the Captain's seat, with Threepio beside him, Han waited for the diagnostic to complete, when every alarm started sounding. Flashing up warnings that he was about to collide with a planet. Threepio squealed again, and Han punched the hyperdrive.

***...

Lord Darth Plagueis had never felt so sure in his life. He could do this. The life inside the sphere was only super powerful because it had access to the bacteria contained inside.

The others were shouting orders, trying uselessly to evacuate the entire system, all with the overbearing Force Presence bearing down on them.

The weak minded Beings in the area had immediately been taken over. And within moments, the Jedi had begun wasting time cutting down the weak around them. Corran Horn had created impressive Force illusions, dividing the attention of the hoards, but they were still coming, and the Jedi were dancing around, cutting down all those who attacked.

It seemed like the Being in the the Sphere was trying to stop people escaping the planets. Less to mop up he guessed.

Anakin Solo ignoring the hoards around him, trying to break the mind control, with very limited success.

Plagueis stared at Corran, he was dancing around, slicing through masses of people, as others kept on charging. He walked towards the Jedi, and stretched into the brain of the closest mind, found the right blood vessel in the brain, and gave it a slight rip. The body collapsed at Corran's feet, he did the same to the next twenty, along with the same amount coming towards him.

Corran yelled, "I don't want your help in that way!"

Plagueis gave what he imagined was a human shrug and walked up to the Jedi Master. He said, "I was you to teleport me into the centre of that sphere. Now."

"I don't know how to control..."

Plagueis sighed, and raised his arm towards the Jedi, shooting some relatively weak lightning in the Jedi's direction. The Jedi staggered back a step, and tried to bring his lightsaber to intercept the electricity. Plagueis gave it a little Force flick and the weapon clammered away. He upped the intensity of the lightning, and the true potential of this Jedi Master appeared, he'd begun to absorb the energy. Very well.

Glowing slightly, Corran growled, "You want to die, fine."

And he stared at an open wormhole right beside him. Plagueis gave another human smile, and hopped into the portal.

A heartbeat later, he was in a complete darkness, without atmosphere, gravity or a hope of physical survival.

He'd sure gotten the attention of the intelligence in the Sphere.

His shut his eyes and allowed his body to be one with the Force, allowed every part of him to merge, and his crude flesh dissipated. He felt the other side calling, but didn't give it a chance. He latched onto this plane, and felt the natural Force swirl around him, he pulled it towards himself. It felt good.

***...

Anakin breathed hard. He needed time to recover, but he wasn't going to get it. The mobs had launched on them without notice or hesitation. He hidden himself from their view, and started quickly dragging as many as he could to the side existence the Yuuzhan Vong had occupied. It'd broken the control from the sphere, but sent them into a rage. They'd attacked each other mercilessly.

And then it all stopped.

He reached out towards the sphere, and felt an incredible battle going on. Inside of it.

The recoil alone flung the Force sensitives to the ground, reacting to a fight going on tens of thousands of kilometers away. Anakin managed to avoid the recoil, but he could feel the fight, it was intense, and Plagueis? It felt like he was winning.

Moments later it was over, and Plagueis's smug presence washed over them all. Only far, far more powerful. He'd finally found the power he craved.

Another moment passed, and a perfect vision of Plagueis appeared in front of him. The vision smiled with a vicious malevolence, it said, "I must thank you young Solo, this is incredible."

Anakin knew he wouldn't keep the attention long, he asked, "Will you help us defeat the others?"

The vision seemed to think of over for a moment. He replied, "No, I think not. I'm a very large target, and I don't think I'd be able to do this again. But I will leave you with some parting knowledge as appreciation of helping me become what I am. They are a hive mind of sort, all linked, and all acting as one, with one goal. To make more of themselves, and they will use every piece of metal in every galaxy until there is nothing left. And there is almost ten thousand coming in this direction. I'd recommend you use that Force Bomb you mentioned."

"If you don't stay and help, they will win and come after you, your best interests involve helping us win."

The vision chuckled, "I won't be falling for such a simple ploy. I might find myself a quiet solar system, and create some life on my shell, I'll truly be the God I was born to be. Goodbye Anakin Solo."

Anakin gave a slight nod, "Peace be with you then."

And with that, the vision vanished, along with the immense Force Presence of Darth Plagueis.