The ghost of Han Solo makes a desperate last minute change to the timeline.


Han

Han is disoriented.

His son, his child, his baby just

Killed him?

Han's not certain where he is now.

He's not entirely certainly when he is.

But something, something (what did that old man, Rex, tell him before Endor?) tells him he has a chance to change things.

Maybe for the better.

Maybe he can't save all of them.

But he doesn't have long.

It's a small change, a silly change, and it really is a last second thing, but before he fades completely he has some small measure of hope that it may be enough.


Someone, not naming names here (Palpatine), really should have paid attention when CT-5385, Tup, started rather obsessively offering bread or the local equivalent to the Jedi. His brothers worried, but since it was such a harmless and frequently appreciated gesture in a very dark time they just kept an eye on him and accompanied him when he went looking for bakeries.

(Later when Echo is recovered and when Echo's physically recovered enough, Kix and Fives let Tup smuggle in the alderaanian pastries that Echo once mentioned he'd like to try.)


"General?" Cody's voice was uncertain, worried, and generally nothing like it should be.

Obi-Wan looked at Cody and almost immediately put an arm around the clone's shoulder and guided him to a place he could sit. The other clone troopers seem slightly dazed as well, but they continue the clean up of Utapua.

"Yes, Cody?" Obi-Wan radiated concern.

"I, we, just got orders, sir," Cody blinked, "We're suppose to offer you breadsticks? Sir? But we don't have any here at the moment."

"Breadsticks?"

"Yes, sir."

Kenobi considered this. Cody really seemed distressed that he couldn't give Obi-Wan breadsticks. Obi-Wan patted Cody's shoulder.

"You continue over-seeing operations here, and I will send in a requisition for some breadsticks."

"Thank you Sir," Cody stood up and seemed much happier about the matter.

Later when Obi-Wan got on the comms he discovered that something quietly insane was going on. Every Jedi was reporting that the clone troopers were either offering them breadsticks or whatever the edible equivalent was for the Jedi in question, or they were freaking out because they didn't have any breadstick to offer and would the Jedi forgive them? The younglings at the Temple were making out like bandits since they persuaded the troopers there that cookies/sweets were acceptable. The Chancellor had issued the order, but apparently he had had something very different in mind, and now he was in custody as a Sith Lord and Anakin Skywalker was heavily sedated and would Obi-Wan please return to Coruscant?


This admittedly silly ficlet is the result of my having heard "execute order sixty-six" as "bring them breadsticks" when I was half-asleep. The idea of Han's ghost somehow falling backward in time and making the only change he could seemed to fit.