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'Twas the night before Tomorrow

'Twas the night before tomorrow, and all through the Falcon, not a creature was stirring, not even a-…..

Hang on! There was something stirring in the Falcon that night! As everyone slept soundly in their bunks, dreaming of the twins, oil and spice, someone was very much awake.

The boys' room was deadly silent. Several figures lay on the floor, on the bed and on the sofa, all of them smothered in blankets. The door swung open slightly, sending a thin beam of light into the otherwise black room. Someone crept into the room. They moved without noise. And they headed straight towards the source of their magnificent prize. It didn't take them long to locate the object. As they left just as silently, there was something that had been in the room before, that was no longer in its proper position.

Morning dawned bright an early, and so did Luke, much to everyone else's annoyance.

"Rise and shine! It's a beautiful day! The suns are shining, the birds are squawking!" Luke decided that he couldn't really call that noise singing. It sounded more like an out of tune piano being thrown out of an upstairs window.

His short speech was met with groans and weak protests. Someone threw a pillow, hitting the back of Luke's head. He didn't catch the culprit, so wrapped up in blankets was he. Slowly people started to drag themselves out of their nests.

"Come on Lando! Get up!" Luke cried in a sickeningly joyful tone.

"NO! I want my bed!" Lando's reply was barely heard.

Luke attempted to pull the blankets off him, but the sleepy man possessed a strength in his desperateness that not even Luke could match.

"No! Don't take it away from me!" At this point Luke resorted to another method. Lando's feet were sticking out from below the blankets. Luke couldn't resist. He tickled them!

Lando let out a howl like a wounded nerf and lashed out, thankfully not hitting anyone, before curling back under the covers.

The Force was meant to be used as an ally, but this was an emergency. Sort of. Luke was sure that it wouldn't matter too much!

Lando was slowly lifted up, up and away from the bed. The blankets fell, cascading down around the occupants of the room who were watching on, bleary eyed.

"Okay! OKAY! Let me down! I'm up! I'm up already! All I wanted was five more minutes! I promise I'll be a good boy!"

Eventually, Lando was on the floor and he curled up at the feet of Luke.

"Get up Lando," said the Jedi Master, trying not to laugh.

About an hour later everyone was dressed and had food in their stomachs, they went outside to find Han. Indeed they did find him, covered in oil, grease and who knows what else. He was just putting the finishing touches to the Falcon. He grinned for the first time in ages.

"We're almost ready to go! Lando, did you get rid of all the spice?"

Lando nodded unhappily. Han looked at him scrutinising him.

Leia finally made an appearance. Walking down the ramp she smiled at them, happy to be getting on with the search for her children.

"Good morning! Sleep well?"

She was met with grumbles and groans especially from Lando.

"So," Leia continued, clapping and rubbing her hands, "If there are no further interruptions, can we get on with this expedition-"

BANG! A red blaster bolt narrowly missed Han hitting the Falcon instead.

Everyone reacted at once. Han drew his blaster; it almost slipped out of his greasy hand. Lando and Wedge grabbed their blasters and dived behind the same crate for cover. Leia's lightsabre was in her hand before you could even blink but she did the sensibly thing and also took cover until she could locate her adversaries.

Luke also went for his lightsabre but- "WHERE THE HELL IS MY LIGHTSABRE?"

This comment was greeted with several people yelling "WHAT?"

Luke dived for shelter with Leia who started to scream at him. Not because she was mad, but because there were now hundreds of bolts being fired at them and the noise was deafening.

"HOW DID YOU FORGET YOUR SABRE?" she yelled, peering over the top of the crate just enough so she could see.

"I DIDN'T!" he insisted, "I ALWAYS KEEP IT RIGHT BESIDE ME ALL NIGHT AND DAY!"

"OH GOSH…." Leia ducked down again as a bolt came flying over her, "GUESS WHO?"

Luke had already guessed. Their attackers were the same henchmen who had attempted to blow them out of existence a couple of days ago, except this time there were more of them, a lot more. At least thirty seven.

"RIGHT," Luke said, thinking fast.

Around him the battle had already begun. Han had shot down at least one of the attackers who had been foolish enough to leave the safety of cover for a few seconds. Han had fired a perfectly aimed shot at a difficult angle and it had hit the pirate straight between the eyes. But he wasn't the only hotshot with a blaster in the area.

Leia's timing was perfect, her aim unquestionable. She straightened up and shot with her newly drawn blaster.

The bolt hit a guy on the top of the head as he tried to hide behind a wall. He fell and Luke heard his armour clatter against the hard ground.

'For all the good it did him' he thought, 'he should have worn a helmet!'

Leia continued to fire the blaster over the top of their shelter.

"Why are you just sitting there?"she yelled suddenly at Luke. "Get out there and kill some people!"

Luke didn't even bother to point out that the statement was far too un-Jedi like.

"With what?" he yelled back. "Someone's nicked my-"

Leia shoved something into his hand. "Here!"

He looked down at Leia's lightsabre which was now in his hand. "I can't use this!"

"Yes you can! You'll do more damage with than me!"

Luke knew his sister wasn't hearing any excuses so he didn't bother to argue. He reactivated the lightsabre which cast a purple beam across his face.

He was gone in a flash, jumping crates at an incredible speed and landed exquisitely in the middle of the battle, which promptly stopped to stare at him.

This peace only lasted a split second. One of the attackers sprang forward with a war cry, charging straight for Luke. Inspired, another seven followed him, brandishing their weapons.

Leia, Han, Wedge and Lando prepared to fire but had no need as Luke got their first. The leader of the gang, the man who had been first to advance, drew a very primitive looking machete from his belt.

Swinging it at Luke, it came as close as a millimetre to his face before Luke ducked out of harms way.

As the machete wielding man came in with an overhead approach Luke ducked, rolled and sliced the man in two equal halves.

Leia tutted and rolled her eyes at her brothers neatness, even though no one could hear her over the noise.

A second man came charging and Luke wasted no time. The attacker was promptly decapitated as Luke ducked to avoid another overhead attack from a Rodian. Luke kicked him from his crouched position with such strength that the little green 'man' was thrown backwards onto the ground. Luke twirled the sabre and stabbed him in the stomach.

By now some of the pirates had run off into the dark alleyways, yelling for mercy, a few had been killed by Luke and his back up, namely, Han, Leia, Lando and Wedge. But the bravest, or should we say, stupidest of the Bounty Hunters had stayed to battle it out. Only problem was, these were the most deadly. They somehow formed an organised offence.

All started firing on Luke. Bolts rebounded off Leia's lightsabre and hit the men who had fired them. By now, Luke was so emerged in the battle; he didn't notice one single…. Jawa- female Jawa, crouch low behind the crates and rush silently towards the Jedi.

The 'good guys' yelled out words of warning to Luke, but he didn't hear over the noise. By the time he realised something was wrong, it was too late.

The body disintegration bolt had already left the barrel and was speeding towards him, and even his Jedi reflexes couldn't save him.

Luke Skywalker prepared to meet his doom.

A.N. Thorney: Let's just get it over and done with, shall we.

Sweetdeath04: People from DIFFERENT COUNTRIES can remember, but no! Not my friend and co-author! Everyone remembers except YOU!

Thorney: I'm SORRY! I've apologised a hundred times!

Sweetdeath04: How could you possibly forget?

Thorney: I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY! See, now it's a hundred and three times! I'm hungry!

Sweetdeath04: Would you like a piece of birthday cake?

Thorney: Yes please! SORRY! 104!

Sweetdeath04: In case you haven't guessed, it was my birthday yesterday and Thorney dearest was the ONLY PERSON who FORGOT!

Anyway, moving swiftly on, to save Thorney any more embarrassment, this chapter was dedicated to…

Both: QUEEN! The band, not the person, we went to see them a couple of months ago, when we first started writing this chapter, and we said we'd dedicate this to them.

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