Hi! So, this one is shorter than the last one because I felt like I should give you guys something before the weekend's over, even if Sunday's nearly over. It could have been longer, but hey, that just means more for the next chapter!

And the beginning of this chapter was hard to write. I don't know if I even did a good job of it, but Obi-Wan's final words of parting (sorry for drawing it out longer than the ending of The Return Of the King, by the way) were sad to me. He is probably my favorite Star Wars character ever, and I was really sorry to see him go.

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars. If I did, Leia never would have kissed Luke.

Chapter 14:

Obi-Wan's directions had been easy to comprehend. Holly had no problems with understanding what to do; the main issue was with actually doing it. Granted, her rout wasn't the simple 'turn left' one usually got when they ask for directions, but nothing about his orders had been complicated except for one thing: not to follow him.

The two of them followed the same path for a while, but eventually, there came a parting of the ways. "You have promised not to follow me," Obi-Wan told her before rounding the corner. She was slightly teary still, missing him even before he was truly gone. "You cannot follow me now, Holly. You have to get back, find Luke. Tell him not to stop learning, to never stop trusting in the Force."

Holly nodded, lip quivering. She hardly dared to speak, and when she did, her voice shook. "I'll—I'll miss you," she finally said. "Luke will too. We all will."

He nodded, smiling sadly. "Do good, Holly," he began simply. "The Force will help you find your home."

She didn't even bother doubting him. It would have been selfish to banter about the impossibility of the Force now. "Of course," was her reply. A single tear slid down her cheek, but she didn't bother wiping it. Holly didn't want to cry in front of Obi-Wan, but he had gone around the corner before she even had time to feel ashamed.

She contemplated following him. Holly seriously considered going back on everything she said, considered walking his path regardless of his warnings, despite what might go wrong. If she could have thought rationally, perhaps the possibility of something going awry if she chose to follow him would have crossed her mind, but that did not cause her trepidation. No, what stilled her feet was the knowledge that, indeed, Obi-Wan Kenobi would be dying soon, and although she could say goodbye, Holly would never live with herself if she saw him leave forever, if she actually saw him die.

42.

"We haven't crossed a computer yet," Luke said anxiously. They were nearing the hangar, and still there had been no sign of Holly, no place to check for her. Where was she? What was happening to her? It was all Luke could think of, his thoughts dwelling on the strange girl too long. He was worried, fearing the worst; had she been captured again? Injured? Had she died? He shuddered at the thought. "We really should go back for—"

"Go back where, exactly?" demanded the beautiful princess. "You can't just scour the entirety of the Death Star looking for her! This place is huge, and we don't have enough time!"

"I'm not just going to leave her to die!" argued Luke. "We have to find her. You may not know Holly, but she's our friend."

"There'll be computers in the hangar," Han chimed in beside them. "We'll find her, and we will go to get her back, whether you come or not," he snapped to Leia.

She huffed in annoyance. "Listen here, you filthy scoundrel," she spat. "The plans are getting off this station one way or another, with or without Holly. We can't risk an entire population's survival for the life of one girl! You've seen what this station can do to planets. It destroyed my home," Leia stressed. "Do you know how many more star systems will be destroyed if we don't get these plans to the rebellion?"

"Yeah, well, what if it were you who was lost, instead of Holly?" Luke rounded on her. "Would you want us to turn our backs on you, were your positions swapped?"

"I'd gladly give my life for my people," was her immediately response, given without hesitation. "I'd be willing to die for the rebellion. I'd think that it would be better to save all of those lives than waste time finding me."

This silenced them. Luke realized that he couldn't use that tactic to sway her point of view. Of course, he didn't need her approval to do anything….

Han, too, was at a loss. Fortunately, both of them were spared the need to come up with an answer or follow-up question when the four of them—Han, Luke, Chewie and the princess—came to the end of the corridor.

"Okay," said Han. "Now, beyond there is the hangar, just around the corner." They all crept forward, eager to see the Falcon again. Peering beyond the corner, their eyes fell upon the ship itself—it sat silent in the cargo bay, many Stormtroopers circling the ship dutifully. Obviously, they couldn't just run across the hangar into the fray without a distraction—the troopers were terrible shots, but with this many, one blast was bound to hit one of them.

They all shared a glance, waiting for the proper time.

42.

The door at the end of the hallway was open. Holly could hear the methodic beat of footfalls in complete synchronicity, which only served to amplify the sound. If Jawas walked in single-file lines to hide their numbers as Obi-Wan had said, did these men walk simultaneously to give the impression of greater numbers? It made sense on the front lines, but not in their own station .

Holly didn't choose to dwell on this insignificant fact, preferring to slowly creep forward instead. None of the Stormtroopers saw her make her slow appearance, and for this she was immensely grateful.

Her eyes had been glued so strongly to the Millennium Falcon sitting idly in the hangar beyond that she didn't see a certain pair of unusual crewmen. In fact, they weren't crewmen at all—they were rebel droids.

It was the rather iconic beeping that attracted Holly's attention. She had been leaning forward ever so slightly, contemplating walking forward and making a run for it when she heard, and her head whipped to the side so quickly her neck cracked. Standing there, not but three paces away were R2 and 3PO: two people—ahem, droids—whom she was honestly beginning to doubt she would ever see again.

"3PO!" she whispered loudly. The troopers were quite a great distance away, though, and they couldn't possibly hear them from this distance—yet her precautious mind didn't let her make decisions that stupid. "3PO! It's me!"

The gleaming golden droid turned to her. If he could move his face, he would undoubtedly be smiling. As it was, Holly could see him shifting excitedly from foot to foot, nudging R2 beside him. "Holly, you're here! Oh, I simply can't describe my elation!"

Holly shuffled forward quickly, ducking behind the large crates that were piled up near the droids. She launched into a hug, which would have been awkward if Holly could think of anything else except her relief at seeing her friends again. It was also very uncomfortable, with 3PO's metal body being quite a bit colder than the air around and, well, metal; however, that didn't matter. "Yes! It's so great to see you too, 3PO. I feared you were all killed—deactivated or whatever—and I was only the last one gone!"

"As far as I know, we are all quite alright," 3PO commented.

"What about Luke? And Han, of course? Chewie?"

"They should be alive as well," he said. "We've just communicated with them—they had been in a garbage compactor, would you believe? and we had to come in to save the day, of course. Shut down all of them on that level. They were simply terrified without us."

"I bet they were," she chuckled at his boasting. So Luke and Han were alive! And of course Chewie was. If there was one thing that she could bet on, it was that Chewie could make it out alive. He just seemed like the type of character who would live forever. "How will we get back to the ship through all these guards?"

"We'll have to wait for a distraction." That did seem the only way.

"Or make one ourselves," she pointed out.

Holly took a courageous step forward to survey the hangar entirely. She didn't get to do a full sweep, however, when something caught her attention.

Across the bay, a door that stood open revealed a menacing black figure: Darth Vader.

Now, of course Holly knew Darth Vader. He had been the face of 'evil' ever since, well, forever, it seemed to Holly. Standing there, red lightsaber drawn and pointed towards something she could not see, the masked villain simply stood there. It seemed that time had frozen the moment that Holly saw the one and only Darth Vader, and she stood a moment in shock before she realized that all of the Stormtroopers were storming towards him.

Holly took this as her chance. For some stupid reason that not even she could come up with, Holly rushed forward, towards the cloaked figure with the breathing problem. Towards Luke's Dad. LUKE'S DAD. HE was Luke's father, right there. When Holly got to a certain angle, it was finally revealed who the red saber was angled towards.

It was Obi-Wan.

"What—what—" escaped Holly's mouth as she simply looked upon the scene with shock and alarm. Nobody heard her, of course—who would be listening to her when, right over there, two men were dueling with lightsabers? Certainly not Holly herself, that's for sure.

Obi-Wan stopped. Seriously, he just stopped moving. Holly silently shouted at him to get out of the way, but of course he didn't hear her unspoken words. Farewell, Holly, she heard. His voice—it was the last time she'd hear it. Holly had finally accepted that it was him, and when she did, it would be the last….

The red blade slashed against his shoulder, and instead of his arm falling off like that alien's had in the cantina, the man himself vanished, leaving behind nothing but a pile of robes and a sheathed saber.

Holly gaped, and that was really the last thing she remembered consciously doing. Every action that followed felt like watching an extraordinarily clear and life-like film; her surroundings swam round her as she acted on mere impulse. Usually, Holly thought through her actions to some extent, but now, she had no control over what she was doing: all she knew was that it happened.

"NO!"

Looking back, Holly could never distinguish which 'no' she heard: her own, or Luke's. Then, she hadn't even known he was there, and when his anguished cry reached her, she hardly registered it.

She had already rushed headlong into the fray by the time his cry reached her. The surrounding Stormtroopers must have shot at her, but she didn't register it either, just like she didn't register Luke calling her name frantically. What she did register, however, was leaping through that open doorway and stumbling onto the floor—she hadn't leapt high enough, and snagging her foot on the ledge made her tumble forward.

Holly landed on her shoulder, which hurt like crazy. She realized the pain later, however, for she was too busy scrambling towards the pile that had been Obi-Wan's robes, shuffling them around as if she were hoping to find him there, hiding.

Even later Holly wasn't quite sure she hoped to accomplish—she had seen the saber strike him. The logical conclusion would have been, however, for his limp body to fall to the floor. So why did he just vanish? It was only after that Holly really wondered that; for now, though, she just scrambled frantically on her knees, searching desperately for some solution for a question she hadn't even formulated yet, and for once, she wouldn't accept the answer forty-two.

Her hands made contact with the metal of his lightsaber, still warm from being lit. She grasped it tightly, not quite satisfied but glad that it was something other than just cloth that she found.

"Drop that weapon."

A sharp gasp was evidence of Holly's shock. Her frantic, confused, and panicked mind had totally forgotten what had caused all of this mess, why she was there gripping the lightsaber at all: Darth Vader.

His dark figure towered over her. The looming cape coupled with the mechanical breathing and downright threatening mask made her quiver with fear. Holly didn't care how typical and every-day he had looked to her before; now, he was creepier than Sméagol singing 'Every Breath You Take.'

Holly found herself wanting a stick. Something that could put distance between her and the menacing villain before her—though a simple stick wouldn't be much help. Perhaps a nice gladius….no, too short. Katana? No, Vader had a lightsaber. That would melt any metal weapon she had.

But wait….

This button right where her thumb was turned the lightsaber on, right?

Vader pointed the lightsaber at her threateningly. Holly gulped as she felt the heat coming at her face in waves, wide eyes most definitely reflecting the intense red glow. "Do not make me kill you. Drop the weapon, girl, or you will be sorry."

She shrieked at him in an ungracefully and pathetically loud tone to "Get away from me!" as she swung the saber, pressing her thumb down onto the button and praying her general knowledge of how buttons worked wasn't flawed.

It wasn't. At least, the 'button' part wasn't. Her knowledge, though….could take some improvement.

A blue beam of light flooded from the hilt, clashing with the red of Vader's blade. Holly wasn't unfamiliar with a sword (in fact, she and her cousin sometimes sparred with heavy plastic swords when they saw each other), but her practices came few and far between (and she wasn't skilled at all—she just liked pretending she was). At any rate, she wasn't used to someone as obviously skilled as Darth Vader being her opponent.

When her (well, Obi-Wan's) lightsaber collided with Vader's still one, it did nothing to change its position. Rather, her own saber merely bounced back to her body. She narrowly missed decapitating herself with her own blade as she scrambled to her feet and backed away.

"Insolent girl," Vader seemed to mock. "Stupid girl to think you could best me."

She was nearly running backwards now, not caring what happened behind her. "I—I—" But trying to get any words out was useless. Holding the saber out with both hands, she swatted it as if aiming for a fly. All was good (or better, at least) until she again tripped over that stupid rise.

And fell right on her backside.

As she shuffled back, the offending blade came forward swiftly. Holly instinctually hid her face, turning away and jamming her chin into her shoulder in an attempt to avoid getting her face burnt off.

It must have been her lack of knowledge, of foresight, that made karma—or whatever weird Force that ruled over this galaxy—deem it appropriate to inflict upon Holly what came next.

First, all she saw was complete darkness, because she was squinting her eyes so tightly. Next, though, there was severe pain—her entire right side felt engulfed in flame, though she knew that didn't happen. She screamed shrilly, hurting even her own ears, while her eyes flew open and her legs pushed the rest of her body back quickly.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Holly registered the continued blaster shots, but her focus was split only two ways, on the two most important things right now: one half on the antagonist before her, another half on her flaming shoulder. She had narrowed the range of the injury, because it was impossible that the entirety of her right side was damaged; still, she could not say exactly were on her shoulder the wound was, just that it took up a lot of space and hurt worse than anything she had ever felt before.

Holly also realized that she was no longer holding the lightsaber. It had skidded across the floor; it dawned upon her that his intent hadn't solely been on burning her with his blade, but rather on disarming, and perhaps he had just seen an opportunity to do both. It didn't bother her too much, not having the saber any more. With her luck, she'd cut off her own head.

"Blast the door, kid!"

That was Han's voice. She would have jumped and rejoiced if she could, but her panic left her without much coordination; she could only barely hear him as it is, anyway.

The door began to close. Holly was on the other side of it, actually in the hangar, and she was immensely thankful that Vader was not. He said nothing more, merely watched intently (or what she assumed would be intently—nearly everything here seemed to want to hide its face in masks, or perhaps the mask was their face) as their views of each other vanished.

Something grasped her underneath her arms, hoisting her up. Holly's first thought was of a Stormtrooper, but the voice behind her assured that it was not. "Oh, no, why did you do that?!"

Luke raised one arm and aimed at the Stormtroopers remaining in front of them. His first shot hit the wall, but the second eliminated the one closest. Holly stammered something in response, but it was unintelligible, even to her own ears; "Okay, we've just got to hurry!" he said urgently, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her back towards the ship.

"You need to stand, Holly!" Holly heard Han's voice from somewhere behind them. Her arm still burned intensely, and only barely could she distinguish anyone's voice from the general havoc being wreaked.

She tried to stand; she really did. And she succeeded, for a moment, before her knees nearly buckled. Luke tightened his grip on her and began to half-drag, half-carry her across the floor; by how difficult the task was for both of them, it was obvious that neither were used to something like this.

They boarded the Falcon as quickly as they could, the door beginning to slide shut before they were even clear the boarding ramp. The two of them scrambled to the central room, where 3PO and R2 were gathered around the table.

"Luke—" Holly began, finding her voice again. "Luke, I'm so sorry."

As they both slid onto the seat, Holly glanced at his face. His eyes were downcast, mouth pulled into a thin, grim line. The expression was familiar to her—he had worn it back in Mos Eisley. Then it dawned on her: that was right after his aunt and uncle were murdered.

She felt, again, that exterior wave of grief. It was harder to distinguish now because of her own feelings—she had seen Obi-Wan die, as well. He had given her parting words and she had been prepared for his passing, but that didn't mean it lessened the blow. Still, Holly could tell that this feeling far surpassed her own in intensity.

Was she really feeling his emotions, or was it just how outwardly obvious his emotions were?

"It isn't your fault," he said, though it lacked the sincerity that she would have liked. It was obvious that she wouldn't be his shoulder to cry on, which she hadn't expected anyway. Holly didn't think it was her fault to begin with, but she hadn't foreseen such an expressionless tone from him. "But Holly, your—your shoulder—"

She hadn't forgotten; she hadn't come close to forgetting it. Holly finally mustered the will to look at it, pushing aside the

The burn was gruesome. It sickened her slightly to see the scorched flesh surrounding the angry and bleeding wound inflicted by the lightsaber, but she was never bothered in the same way by her own injuries as she was by those of others. That didn't take away from the pain, though; she realized now that her jaw was clenched and tears streamed down her cheeks.

So much for that tough-guy demeanor she hadn't really been trying to pull off anyway. "Tis but a scratch," she got out.

"'A scratch?'" repeated Luke incredulously, raising his eyebrows. It lessened slightly his previously dismal expression. "Holly, it almost looks like he's cut your arm off!"

"Just a flesh wound." Luke continued to stare at her. Holly's pathetic attempt at humor failed, she allowed herself a spiteful laugh. She followed it up with: "Sorry. I've always wanted an injury bad enough to be able to say that."

Which was, obviously, not the right thing to say.

"How—you—you wanted an injury?" Holly didn't respond. "Okay, you know what? Doesn't matter right now. We've got to do something about that!"

Holly wracked her mind for things to tend to her wound with, but nothing came up. She had never had need of anything other than mild burns attained from a cooking pan that could be treated with aloe. This wasn't that kind of burn, for one, and another thing was, she didn't have any aloe.

Slowly, trying not to brush the burn with the rough fabric, Holly slid off the jacket. There was a crisp hole burnt in it where the lightsaber made contact, but that didn't matter because Holly didn't care about that uniform anyway. Her hoodie had been tied around her middle, and there wasn't enough sleeve on her back t-shirt underneath to be burned, so the only other casualty was, of course, her arm.

"I don't know what we can do about it," she said, having nothing to offer.

"You'll just have to wait," a curt voice answered. Holly's head snapped up and her eyes found an extremely elegant woman waltz into the room. She wore a soft white gown and had a young and beautiful face. What was most telling, however, were the two buns on the sides of her head. "The medics at the base can help you once we get there, but on this measly piece of recycled shrapnel, you'll probably not find much."

"You're Princess Leia!" Holly exclaimed. The girl from the hologram! They had rescued her. "Wow, Luke—you guys rescued her!" She beamed up at Luke, who made a sheepish face. Holly was, for some reason, immensely happy that the Princess whose message R2 bore hadn't died.

"With no help from you." Holly was taken aback; while she had not expected the princess to be particularly friendly (she doesn't expect anyone to be friendly to begin with), the tone with which Princess Leia replied was clipped and irritated, bordering on threatening. "That stunt you pulled back there—you should know how close you came to getting all of us killed."

Holly shrunk back into the seat. She must've been taller than Leia, but she certainly didn't feel like she was now—she felt, at most, three years old, caught with paint on her palms and handprints on the wall. "I—I'm sorry," she muttered weakly, bowing her head.

Leia gave a curt nod. Obviously, she wasn't one for long, drawn-out conversation, especially with someone whom she obviously thought lowly of. Holly's cheeks burnt red, both from her bout of crying, her continued jaw-clench of extreme pain and discomfort, and the shame that she felt now.

Leia crossed to the other side of the room and pulled a blanket out of an alcove. She draped it over Luke's shoulders, rubbing his back comfortingly. Holly's eyes skirted across the room awkwardly.

Must be their brother-sister bonding time, she said to herself. "I'm going to—going to find a washroom," she excused after clearing her throat. Luke looked up briefly and made quick eye contact before looking back down, Leia ignoring her completely.

42.

She didn't find a washroom. Really, she didn't look; all Holly had wanted to do was leave Luke and Leia to their sibling stuff. Holly had two brothers, but both of them were much older than she was: she had never gotten really close to her siblings, so she wasn't quite sure how this whole subject would be handled.

Holly didn't have much time to wonder, though, because Han soon came running down the hallway. "It's not over yet," he said, glancing over her wound quickly before beckoning Luke to man one of the guns.

After everyone had taken their positions, Holly didn't know where to go. Leia had gone with Chewie to the cockpit, Xenon following in their wake, but Holly had nowhere to go, nothing to do. Instead of just waiting feeling useless in the corridor, she decided to descend the ladder and feel useless while she observed the main hero destroy some bad guy ships.

Trying to move her arm as little as possible (any drastic movement agitated the burn and intensified her discomfort), Holly clambered clumsily down the ladder. There was an awkward gravity shift when she reached the bottom, causing her to gasp quietly in surprise.

Luke glanced back at her once he got his headset on. There wasn't a whole lot of room in this section, but she could fit comfortably on a small ledge in a corner. "Come to see the show, huh?" he asked off-handedly.

"You bet," she replied as the chair in front of her swung from side to side. It was fascinating to watch until she became utterly captivated by the view of space beyond. "As long as this is better than the graphics of Star Trek's original series, I'll be satisfied."

"If we survive this," Luke muttered, not trying to ponder her odd reference, which he was sure he would never understand anyway.

Oh, you will, she thought to herself. If I remember correctly, there are, like, five movies. At least, there had been more than she cared for.

"You in, kid?" Holly could hear Han's voice through Luke's headset. "Okay, stay sharp."

The ship began to rock and shake. Holly decided that her spot leaning against the wall wasn't the most stable position she could have chosen, regretted even leaving the room with the two droids, and began clinging to the ladder.

"Here they come!" came Leia's voice.

Holly saw them immediately, for she had hardly torn her eyes away from the glass the entire time she had been there. From the great depths of space seemed to suddenly immerge many one-mad fighters, very similar to that which had lead them to that blasted Station earlier.

They swarmed and surrounded the ship, flying out of sight from Luke and Holly's vantage point. The lights flickered on and off as a huge blast struck the ship, sending her nearly tumbling to the ground. Holly tightened her hold on the rungs.

On one of the displays on the control panel, a figure flitted in and out of sight. Luke shot seemingly blindly (for Holly couldn't see what he was aiming for) and missed. "They're coming in too fast!" Almost too quickly for her to see, one fighter zoomed in front of the glass.

Holly heard an explosion somewhere above them. She blanched, worried that the ship would tear apart at any moment. "We've lost lateral controls!" Leia reported.

What did that mean? Would they not be able to steady themselves? If Colonel Graff from Ender's Game was right and it was true 'that in null gravity directions are whatever you conceive them to be,' what did it matter that the ship was upside down or sideways? While she was pondering the irony of the casting of Harrison Ford as Graff as well as Han, it struck her that it did matter which way was which when they were blasting enemies.

"Don't worry, she'll hold together!" Han assured. After a few more jolts, he muttered something else that Holly couldn't quite catch, but it didn't sound as reassuring as she would have hoped.

A few suspenseful moments later, Han let out a triumphant laugh. Luke, however, was still struggling, firing at the few fighters that crossed their gun.

Eventually, one of Luke's shots hit its target. "Wonderful!" Holly praised, hoping it would encourage him to hit again.

"Got him! I got him!" he shouted to Han.

"Great, kid; don't get cocky!"

Luke looked slightly downtrodden, focusing back on the fighters. "You did great, Luke," Holly tried to reassure. "Don't listen to him, he's just jealous that you're learning quickly."

"As if," Luke gritted as he shot a few more times. Her breath hitched as he almost hit his mark but missed narrowly.

"There are still two more of them out there!" the Princess informed.

The battle continued. Holly found herself enjoying the thrill, not to mention how it took her mind off of her arm. This was more exhilarating than the Battle of the Pelennor Fields, mainly because this was (technically) real, and she was actually here.

At last, the distant orange glow of the explosion caused by the final fighter's destruction was observed silently, but it was joyous nonetheless, even without the noise of the explosion. Holly imagined an epic soundtrack playing, something like 'So Long and Thanks for All the Fish' serving as an ironic funeral dirge for the fallen fighter.

"That's it! We did it!" laughed Luke, jumping up from his chair.

"Oh, thank you for not letting us die!" Holly contributed with a large smile. Luke spun around and pulled her into a tight hug (careful to avoid her injured shoulder), which she gratefully returned. She forgot, in that moment, that she had seen his father murder Obi-Wan hardly an hour before. It just felt good to see a smile on his face once again.

42.

Here it is. As I said, it's a bit shorter, but I wanted to get something out this weekend so I may be able to get back to the schedule that I'd leniently assigned myself. Don't be too sure about it, though-I've still got EOCT's to focus on.

Here's for the reviews:

Himeno Kazehito: Can't say I agree with you, but I always respect people's ships; it's what I'd want others to do for me, after all. I hope this is up to your standards; thanks for reviewing!

myharlequinromance321: Thank you! I totally understand what you mean; the only bad part about books is that they all have to end, most of them way too soon. I really appreciate how much support you've given me, what with the reviews and adding me to your community. I've visited it, by the way, and I've found quite a few great stories there! Thanks!

Sardhrantor: Nope, Holly and Leia don't quite get along. It's something I'd sort of planned since the beginning...I hope it's in character; let me know if it isn't. And, yeah, she FINALLY met Vader. Glad you reviewed :)

.2016: Oh, yeah, they will. Sorry to keep you waiting too long; I just didn't want to completely forget his crush on Leia in the beginning, and I wanted Luke to be able to warm up to Holly before they get any romance. It'll come along in between ANH and ESB, though, which is soon!

Guest (Petta): I simply can't express how much your review made me smile :) Really, you're too kind. But I'm glad you enjoy it; I've tried to keep Holly as believable and human as possible so readers could connect with her. And, don't worry; I always wanted to write a Han/OC story, but I restrained myself (in the early drafts of this in my head, I entertained the idea, but I thought it'd be better for them just to be awesome friends). I hope you like her with Luke just as much! Thanks so much for your feedback; I'm really appreciative.

Dinosaur Imperial Soldier: Yeah, that about sums it up; I liked the irony of it when I first started writing this. And, the chapter answers you itself: she meets him now! I hope it was up to par. And it's perfectly fine if you're not into Star Trek; as I said, it's not a crossover, so you don't need to be!

Syra72: Wow, thanks! Glad you guys seem to like reading this as much as I like writing it; I'll try to keep it's entertainment value consistent :)

EGGS: Unsurprisingly, you were right! Unfortunately, it wasn't too hilarious to her, of course, 'cause she got hurt. But, being the sadistic writer that I am, I laughed a bit at how ridiculous it was in my head. Seems lightsaber dueling isn't exactly her forte...

bb4ever1000 (if you make it this far): Thank you! I actually expected hardly anyone to be that familiar with Star Trek, though, so that's why it's no longer too important. And, to be honest, I don't there is anything other than 'Star Wars fan!'

Wow, over 60 reviews! You guys just made my day. Anyway, be sure to tell me what you thought, and stay connected for the next chapter! (hopefully it's on time)