Chapter 2: What a Ride!
"We have to get out!"
Leia rushed down the shaking halls ignoring Han Solo's desperate calls. The bitter cold winds were howling through the cracks of the damaged station, whirling about countless documents. Leia was searching for one.
"Wait, wait, I found it!" the princess shouted.
The two Rebels struggled through the collecting debris to the hangar. Han Solo looked back to Leia, who was falling behind.
"If your Worship wouldn't mind."
The black-armored menace, a tower of terror in his own right, Darth Vader and a band of stormtroopers marched suddenly through the entrance and were 20 ft from her. No. Not now. Not after that. Please, not now, not ever.
"Leia!"
Before anyone could pull a trigger, an amazing bright flash exploded with a mechanical growling and a red vehicle.
All time stood still as a head with funky glasses and a toothy smile cautiously emerged from below the steering wheel, followed by another with chocolate brown braids.
"Wow, what a ride!"
Austin Powers glanced around, then saw the tall, weird guy in black.
"Groovy crib you got here! Kinda chilly, though."
Darth Vader could take no more of this.
"After them!"
Leia stared at the weird yet strangely good-looking man beside her.
"On to the ship!"
Austin saw the chick next to him.
"Anything for you, love!" he grinned.
The Cadillac burst from it's spot up the Millennium Falcon's ramp with a very surprised Han lying across the wind shield. When it screeched to a stop in the living quarters, Han practically leaped to the cockpit and lifted the ship off the frosty planet of Hoth, which was a little difficult with the strange, loud music shaking the cockpit walls. When all was clear, he went back towards the red thing to see if he could start to make sense of the incredible chaos he couldn't begin to comprehend.
"We have to get out!"
Leia rushed down the shaking halls ignoring Han Solo's desperate calls. The bitter cold winds were howling through the cracks of the damaged station, whirling about countless documents. Leia was searching for one.
"Wait, wait, I found it!" the princess shouted.
The two Rebels struggled through the collecting debris to the hangar. Han Solo looked back to Leia, who was falling behind.
"If your Worship wouldn't mind."
The black-armored menace, a tower of terror in his own right, Darth Vader and a band of stormtroopers marched suddenly through the entrance and were 20 ft from her. No. Not now. Not after that. Please, not now, not ever.
"Leia!"
Before anyone could pull a trigger, an amazing bright flash exploded with a mechanical growling and a red vehicle.
All time stood still as a head with funky glasses and a toothy smile cautiously emerged from below the steering wheel, followed by another with chocolate brown braids.
"Wow, what a ride!"
Austin Powers glanced around, then saw the tall, weird guy in black.
"Groovy crib you got here! Kinda chilly, though."
Darth Vader could take no more of this.
"After them!"
Leia stared at the weird yet strangely good-looking man beside her.
"On to the ship!"
Austin saw the chick next to him.
"Anything for you, love!" he grinned.
The Cadillac burst from it's spot up the Millennium Falcon's ramp with a very surprised Han lying across the wind shield. When it screeched to a stop in the living quarters, Han practically leaped to the cockpit and lifted the ship off the frosty planet of Hoth, which was a little difficult with the strange, loud music shaking the cockpit walls. When all was clear, he went back towards the red thing to see if he could start to make sense of the incredible chaos he couldn't begin to comprehend.