The starship landed on a large,

mostly water-covered planet surrounded by amazing beaches. Seagulls chirped and flew overhead.

This was Scarif.

Everyone "oohed" and "ahhed" at the scenery, but Bodhi gasped.

"Oh no..." said Bodhi. He gave a long sigh.

"What?" Asked Chirrut. "What is it?"

Blaze could clearly see what was happening along with Bodhi.

"Tourists, little buddy." Said Blaze. "They're all tourists out celebrating some Wookiee holiday, Life Day, I think it was."

Bodhi struggled to find a parking spot.

"The members of Imperial army are on their lunch breaks. We have to find a way to clear all these blokes off the beach before it's over."

Bodhi went back to piloting the ship, then he finally found somewhere to park. He stayed in the ship while some Rebels left the ship and hid in the palm trees.

Others walked onto the beach, occasionally bumping into the tourists.

("Holiday" by Madonna plays)

"Oof!"

"Sorry ma'am!"

"Watch it!"

Amidst all the tourists on Scarif, a tomato and Wookiee gourd lounged on two beach towels, holding coconut drinks. The tomato caught sight of them whilst sipping his drink, and removed his cat-eye sunglasses. He laughed at the sight of the Rebels hopping across the beach in their out-of-place clothing.

"Say, Chewie, ol' pal.." said the tomato. "What d'ya make of that? Buncha chumps, eh?"

The Wookiee gourd agreed. These two, along with the other tourists continued to watch the Rebels. Blaze was pushed forward by Chirrut.

He gulped, then cleared his throat.

"ATTENTION TOURISTS!!" Yelled Blaze. "GET OUT OF THE WATER, CAUSE IN A FEW SECONDS A HUUUUUGE, AND I MEAN HUUUGE ARMY OF STORMTROOPERS IS GONNA COME STAMPEDING THROUGH HERE!!"

Everyone stared at Blaze.

The tomato and the Wookiee gourd rolled their eyes.

"DON'T SAY WE DIDN'T WARN YOU!!" Blaze yelled again.

The tourists went about their business.

Suddenly, from all corners of the planet, Star Destroyers docked on the ocean.

They opened, and millions of Stormtroopers spilled out and marched forward. Screams came from all parts of the beach, tourists ran from their spots, scrambling to their starships despite their wet swimwear.

"Well, I'LL BE DARNED!!" Exclaimed the tomato. "GRAB THE STUFF--WE'RE GOING TO HOTH!!"