(To tell the truth, I don't know if there will be a plot to this. I thought I ended it at chapter 4, but the "plot bunny" as I've heard some people talk about, keeps hopping up and down in my head."

Xander sat in Gile's living room and fiddled with the probe droid components. Willow was babbling away at a shocked Buffy.

"If the Star Wars universe is real, what else is there?"

Buffy just rolled her eyes at Xander who blinked back.

"What?"

Giles walked in at that point. "Willow, please cease your babble for a little while."

"Fine."

"Thanks Giles." Buffy said.

Giles sighed. Then he blinked as the doorbell rang. When he walked over and opened the door, he saw Cordelia.

"Yes?"

Cordelia stepped in, Giles shut the door behind her.

Xander grinned. "Hey Queen C."

She stalked over to the far wall and leaned against it. "Remember the Halloween thing?"

Giles cleaned his glasses. "Yes."

"I wasn't truthful with you about what I wore that night."

Xander blinked. "Let me guess... you dressed up as a Queen of England... and almost got beheaded?"

"Funny. No, it was weirder."

"Oh?"

"Some friends of mine convinced me to dress up as Artoo-Deetoo."

Willow and Xander looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"It's not funny! It took me eight hours to stop talking in whistles and beeps! And you have no idea how irritating it is to have a mechanical arm pop out of the top of your head when something needs fixing!"

Giles turned and left the room, with his whole body shaking suspiciously.

- - - - -

Larry looked at himself in the mirror. He still didn't know exactly what happened that Halloween. But one thing he did know... if he did ever dress up as a Rebellion fighter pilot again, it would not be Porkins. Though he wasn't sure how that came about. The pilot uniforms were generic. Granted... the blaster that came with it had allowed him to save numerous people that night. He didn't have any reloads for it now, having emptied it into several creatures that disappeared into dust... but he could look back and be proud anyway.

That in itself, really wasn't too bad. Porkins had been a veteran of several battles, and had done the impossible many times. He'd even come up with a couple of successful strategies. It was good to know that he wasn't the minor character he'd been portrayed as in the Death Star battle in New Hope. Truth be told, it made more sense when he read a series of books with Wedge Antilles as the main character. Wedge always remembered Porkins with fondness. But still, Larry thought, did Porkins girth really have to transfer too?

Larry sighed. The blond girl called Buffy... the one time he remembered being in the same room with her, was at the Bronze. A long time ago... when a bunch of people turned to dust when she hit them with a wooden stick. He thought he'd been hallucinating then.

"Guess it's time to talk to her and Xander."