It was half past midnight when Luke roes from his rocky bed. He looked at Chewbacca and Han sleeping peacefully. It will be your last night, sucker.
Luke started walking.
The Jedi had seen a group of sand people a little ways back from their camp. Luke didn't like the Tusken Raiders (he was a Skywalker you know!) but tonight he knew they would prove themselves to be useful. Over a small hill, he saw a very many tents lit by fire light. Banthas and creepy looking dog things circled the camp. A few tuskens sat about, occupied by their "aggressive negotiations."
Luke ran down the hill and hid behind a hut. He saw the two Tuskens on watch. Time to put his plan into action. Luke drew his lightsaber and ran out screaming. He cut the throats of the Tusken Raiders on watch and two more jumped out of the huts. Skywalker Jr. quickly cut one of his attackers in half and began a battle with the second one; lightsaber versus gaffi stick. Luke made sure that the Tusken screamed and made a lot of noise. Eventually tons of the brutal creatures ran out of their huts and ran at Luke. His plan was working. He quickly killed the one he had been battling with previously and ran for his life.
He ran and ran until he could see the Millennium Falcon in the distance. He turned around sharply to see if the Tuskens were still following him. The Tuskens were following- following close. One Raider thrust a gaderfffi in his face and Luke fell down. He was surrounded by the Tuskens. More came and continued to beat him badly with sticks. This is NOT how his plan was suppose to be working. Using the Force, he sent the nearest Raiders flying and quickly righted himself and fled. He would not, could not, abort his plan now! He ran as fast as he could. It was hard because he only had one foot but he was almost at the camp now. He could feel the pelt of gaffi sticks on his back, he could hear their deathly savage cries. Luke screamed now...so close and yet so far. He ran into camp and tripped. Again the pain of a spiky ball being thrust through his flesh by a sand person rang through his leg. He looked and saw that many of the sand people had started tearing up the comfy feather beds that Han and Chewbacca slept on. He heard roars and screams and he couldn't be sure if they were Chewie's, Han's, or his own. Cutting the current Tusken who was beating him, he ran as fast as he could into the Millennium Falcon.
Luke shut the door of the ship and looked through the window. Chewbacca was pounding at it furiously trying to be let in. A Tusken Raider was pounding on Chewbawk.. The Tusken thrust his gaderfffi through Chewbacca and the brave wookie dropped dead. Luke could not stifle his smile. The many Tuskens were tearing apart their camp. The dead sun roes and an eerie red light enhailed the camp. The cries of the savage animals made Luke's blood run cold. Suddenly remembering his task, Luke ran to the ship's controls and the Millennium Falcon took off. His job was completed. He had gotten the Raiders to do it for him. Han Solo was dead.
