"Brace yourselves..." said Bodhi. "More'll be here in 3..."

The sound of guns cocking in unison was all that was heard. K2, Jyn and Cassian were about to enter the citadel from the other end, awaiting the signal.

"...2..."

The door that Blaze, Chirrut, and the others were waiting behind

whirred, about to open.

"...1."

"So I said, "Wha'ddya mean a

seaside villa on Mustafar is a horrible investment?!""

PEW-PEW-PEW-PEW!!*

The Stormtroopers looked at the Rebels. Their eyes widened behind their masks.

The battle had begun.

"¡SÍÍÍÍÍÍÍ SEEEEEE PUEEEDEEEE!!"

Exclaimed Cassian.

A laser fired at

Bodhi.

"Yipe!" He moved back. Bodhi ran into the ship and closed the door.

"Guess I'll stay here...and..." He opened one fridge in the upper level, then gasped.

The fridge was chock-full of any wine imaginable. Reds, Whites, sparkling champagne and bubbly lined every corner. On the right side of the fridge, there was a sushi

bar with an armada of raw fish rolls.

Bodhi moaned--this was too good to be true.

"...And watch this wine...and sushi..."

"Girl, you really

got me goin'

You got me so I

don't know what

I'm doin'.."

From another end, Jyn, K, and Cassian entered wearing disguises. Cassian was wearing an Imperial Officer's uniform, while Jyn wore a female Stormtrooper's outfit. K, being since he was formerly an Imperial droid, had no need to cloak his appearance.

However, despite these disguises, a Stormtrooper knew who they were.

There was no mistaking that unbearably handsome, perfectly chiseled Latin face of Captain Cassian Andor.

"Come in, Krennic.." said the Stormtrooper on his comlink in a monotone.

"YES--WHAT DO YOU WANT?!"

Orson yelled back.

"They're here."

"Who's here?!" Krennic responded.

"Them." Said the Stormtrooper. "They're looking at me."

Orson twitched his eye. He placed down his comlink. Then, it clicked in his brain.

"ALL METAPHORICAL HANDS ON DECK!!" Yelled Orson. "SOUND THE ALAAARM!!"

"...sir?" Asked a celery Imperial Officer.

"What?!" Orson turned around.

"We-we don't have an alarm..." the celery trembled.

——————

"WOOOOP!!"

"WOOOOP!!"

"WOOOOP!!"

"WOOOOP!!"

The "alarm" that was now installed was a rather fat gourd screaming in a mic. Every now and then, the celery would stick a needle on his posterior.

On all the security

cameras, Jyn and

the others could be

clearly seen

beating up

Stormtroopers.

"Yeah, you

really got me now

You got me so I

can't sleep at

night!"

Unlike the raging war outside, the inside of the ship was nice and soundproof. Bodhi had the seat warmer and A/C on the highest level, and a glass of wine in his hand. Smooth jazz played from the radio.

However, his relaxation time would be cut short, because Blaze would yell at him from his walkie-talkie every now and then.

"Okay, okay...I got this.." Bodhi placed his wine glass down. "Do you see the red button on the control panel?" Asked Bodhi.

"Yes!" Called Blaze.

"If someone presses that button," said Bodhi, "The next few gates will open up for Jyn and Cassian."

Chirrut knew what he had to do. He walked, calmly from his post to the button, all the while beating up Stormtroopers and Beachtroopers and mumbling;

"I am One with the Lite Vinaigrette, the Lite Vinaigrette is with me, I am One with the Lite Vinaigrette, the Lite Vinaigrette is with me, I am One with the Lite Vinaigrette, the Lite Vinaigrette is with me..." Chirrut repeated as he walked and fought.

Unfortunately, as soon as he pressed the button, he fell to the ground.

"CHIRRUT!!" Blaze ran to the aid of his smaller pal.

The tiny mushroom panted. He could not see the blaster wound in his stomach, yet the pain clearly hurt.

"Chirrut, baby, talk to me! Say something!" Blaze gently held him to his chest. "Don't die, I can't live

without you!"

The mushroom smiled. He stood up a little and snuggled Blaze.

"Ah, but Blaze, my dear friend.." Chirrut coughed.

"Death is but a window to freedom, to the afterlife, to the Lite!Vinaigrette. Confucius did not fear the End, nor did the great Emperors or Buddha. As such, I

do not fear as well."

Blaze shed a few tears. It was not fair that the smaller, blind friend

would die first.

Chirrut dragged him closer.

"My Friend..." he said. "My Brother...come closer...look where the Lite

Vinaigrette is..."

"...and you will find me." Chirrut perished.

Blaze looked around, and he saw the mushroom's blood creating a black line forming into a circle. It formed into a beautiful symbol--

both sides distinctly different, but still the same.

The machinery-covered gourd breathed, then exhaled. He knew what he had to do.

"I am One, with the Lite Vinaigrette..." he said as Chirrut would always say. "And the Lite

Vinaigrette is with Me."

"Yeah, you

really got me now

You got me so I

don't know what

I'm doin', now

Oh yeah, you

really got me now

You got me so I

can't sleep at

night.."

Meanwhile, high above the atmosphere, the Rebellion pilots arrived for aid to the ground troops.

The Empire had activated a shield around the planet, which would disintegrate anything that tried to get through.

"I haven't seen this much action since the Battle of Kashyyk!" Exclaimed a Mon Calamari general.

"I'm lovin' it!"

"You and me both, Chief!" Said another. They "fist-bumped".

Meanwhile, the Rebellion pilots were also having a great time blasting Imperial TIE fighters. They saw that the shield was about to close, so they had to act fast.

"SpceJm2, you are go for launch, over!" Said one pilot to a female pilot.

"This is SpceJm2!" Said the pilot. "I'm goin' in the shield, and I'm takin' the others, over!"

The pilot smirked. She gathered a few more pilots, and they all zoomed into the shield just before it closed with a "LEE-ROOOOOOOYYYY, JENKIIIIIIIINS!!!"

"You Really Got

Me

You Really Got Me

You Really Got

Me!"

"Alright ladies..." said a pilot to his comrades. "Let's pop this sucker open!"

"YEAH!!!" Said another pilot.