Specialist 4 Mark Richard Hamill - Carpentry and Masonry Specialist (51B), 502nd Engineer Company (Pontoon Bridge), 555th Engineer Brigade, Corps of Engineers, United States Army

Imperial Holding Center 14301, Kalaan, Kalaan System, Churnis Sector, Mid Rim, "The Galaxy"

12:02:15 ATC / December 2nd, 1968 - 15:06 / 3:06 PM

Mark couldn't believe his hapless luck, that another instance of bickering had led to this.

The Combat Engineer was in the midst of fabricating a pontoon bridge while under fire but the project however was interrupted midstream due to the infantry being overrunned when the enemy unexpectedly emerged from the flank, counteracting the operation entirely.

While hiding and deciding to take a cue from the Jedi playbook as one of the rumors was trickery, he attempted to mimic the voice of the enemy CO as Hammil considered doing voice acting but it fell flat as the Commander was already overseeing the rounding up of prisoners in the aftermath.

So much for wanting to get his hands on one of those fancy lightsabers as pulling a Jedi-like stunt backfired and now Hammil as well as Ford were being detained at a local installation awaiting transport to any of the Imperial Prisoner-of-War Camps.

"What's your name and where are you from?"

Mark figured out a response in the hope of misleading the interrogator, something that he had concocted jokingly awhile back with Harrison but he never figured to use the bluff. "Ummm...My name is actually Luke, Luke Skywalker from a moisture farm in the Great Chott salt flat outside Anchorhead on...Tatooine. Yeah, Tatooine." The man paused as the interrogator took the information in then Hammil finished divulging the fiction. "My Uncle and Aunt unfortunately perished when the Sand People attacked it while I was away with an old hermit and two droids and they burned the farm down. Since there was nothing left for me I departed the planet at Mos Eisley."

The interrogator 'smiled' slyly and quizzed the man obviously wearing the recognizable olive drab as it was also apparent he was playing games. "How many suns does Tatooine have, 'Luke Skywalker' or should I keep referring to you as Hammil?"

"Errr...One?"

The interrogator's expression gave off 'caught you' and was grinning satisfactorily. "Wrong answer as unlike Jedi, you're not a convincing actor in the slightest."

"Fine, I'll admit it." Mark relented, bowing his head down onto the table out of seeming despair. "My name is Ben, err, Kenobi, a nephew of...umm, Qui-Gon...Jinn? And I have to warn you that my uncle is a Jedi."

"Sure he is…" The Imperial rolled his eyes at the bluff of having a Jedi relative and another fictional uncle at that, thinking that the prisoner was just testing his patience. It was not as if the whelp before him was destined to become one of the warrior-monks anyway, it was more likely to stumble upon some hermit and his hut on Dagobah or be ambushed by a Wampah on Hoth and dragged to its cavern as its next meal instead. "Take them away to be shackled to the pain pulsers and if that doesn't work, freeze them in carbonite!"

"Way to go, Mark." Harrison sneered, believing that the false ploy failed due to a lack of a poker face as well as misremembering vital information. "I knew I should've insisted on handling it but now we're about to become wall hangers in some Moff's or even Sith's palace."

"To be fair, you wanted to call yourself 'Han Solo' if we ever got caught." Mark reminded as he mentioned the Specialist Six's false Corellian smuggler identity. "At least it wasn't by these Hutts but then again they likely would have made us walk the plank and fed us to these Sarlaccs I read about."

"Yeah, right, that's like saying every guy wants a princess." The carpenter snorted. "Those Alderaanians in particular are a piece of work and it's like the Middle Ages with literal feudalism and all that jazz."

The two guards enclosed in their black and red armor and mugs covered by the keg-like helmets immediately approached from behind and roughly whisked the two bickering Americans of the United States Army's Corps of Engineers off of their seats to be tortured.

"Now wait just a minute! This is all a huge misunderstanding! As you can see, just like how my friend here is no whiny moisture farmer from Tatooine with a babyface, I'm no devilishly handsome swashbuckling smuggler from Corellia! We shouldn't even be here but you dragged us in!"

"Right. And as a result of this 'elaborate charade' I'm sure some blasted Jedi is going to break you and the others out as if this was a real life story about rescuing a Princess from confinement inside some planet-destroying superweapon but then again this isn't the site of a superweapon, not to mention the lack of said royalty." One of the guards snorted only for the door to be telekinetically pushed into the room.

"Everyone outside, now!" The Battlemaster of the Jedi Order, Casivir Therin, himself ordered.

"What are the odds?"

"Don't tell me the odds, Hammil!" Ford groaned as he followed his sprinting compatriot and other former internees, not wishing to have an aneurysm on top of a migraine. "And next time, let me handle it, kid!"

"Understood, Harry!"

"Specialist Six, Hamill!" The senior Specialist and de facto NCO corrected as the pair fled.

Specialist 6 Harrison Ford - Carpentry and Masonry Specialist (51B), 502nd Engineer Company (Pontoon Bridge), 555th Engineer Brigade, Corps of Engineers, United States Army

Kalaan, Kalaan System, Churnis Sector, Mid Rim, "The Galaxy"

12:02:15 ATC / December 2nd, 1968 - 15:21 / 3:21 PM

"Can I use a lightsaber?"

"What!?" The copper-haired woman exclaimed in shock, flabbergasted that it was asked by the soldier with the surname of Hammil and she couldn't help but to think of Meyer during the ill-fated day in regards to 'fencing'. "Not this again…"

"Kid, you can't even hit the broadside of the moon with your rifle, nevermind muskrats, and first you wanted to fly that starfighter with an X-shaped wing but now you want to fight with swords!?" The rank equivalent to but not holding the authority of Staff Sergeant on paper snapped at his subordinate.

"Killjoys." Mark grumbled. "You all think I'm some clown."

"If you're a clown, it would be one to scare the bejesus out of anyone." Harrison grouched.

"What? Like the Joker from the Batman show starring Adam West and Burt Ward? It seems too campy to me."

"Fair point but maybe you should transfer to, well, I don't know, the 1st Infantry Division?" Harrison suggested. "The Big Red One could use you and your humor."

"Nah, I'm fine where I'm at." Mark growled. "After this war, I'm buying myself a nice Chevrolet Corvette in red and taking a summer vacation around Southern Cali, maybe even head to Vegas and try to strike it rich."

"Oh, yeah? Well don't make me tell you the odds of getting a jackpot!"

"Cut it out you two!" Carsen interceded. "It sounds like you need a third individual to keep you from bickering, like a lady to teach you manners."

"Who? Farrah Fawcett?" Ford remarked dryly only for the Knight to glare sternly at the pseudo-NCO. "Nevermind."

Present…

Drunkard's Vote - Senate Commercial District, Senate District, Galactic City, Coruscant, Coruscant System, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds, Republic Space, "The Galaxy"

05:28:16 ATC / May 28th, 1969 - 17:08 / 5:08 PM

Ford figured that something was amiss regarding his career as he reflected on the current situation and their remarkable break from becoming involuntary guests of the Sith Empire.

He could not exactly explain the intuition but for whatever reason Ford couldn't help but imagine that he should have been casted in a pivotal role in a movie, not just any film but specifically the one entitled as 'Star Wars'. It just sounded right up his alley yet of course his current whereabouts prevented it.

Maybe he was going bonkers but then again Ford always considered himself to be some swashbuckling character and his minor role in 'American Graffiti' just was a wastage of his charming talent but he was in the United States Army and his obligation, his duty was to his country first and foremost.

"You know, I have been thinking about how we involuntarily missed an opportunity and somehow I wished we were part of the film that's getting buzz, Star Wars, by that aspiring director George Lucas, that same fellow I worked for in the past."

"What brought this up, Harry?"

The technically not an NCO on paper but in practice was glared at the continual usage of his first name as if they were on a first name basis and not referring to his rank of being a senior Specialist, nevermind respecting it.

"Just an inkling, Hammill. If things were different we probably would be significant and indispensable across Hollywood but the Empire ruined our moment."

"Are you a Jedi now?" Mark wondered. "I mean didn't we just celebrate 'May the Fourth'?"

Three weeks and three days prior on Sunday, May 4th, 1969 the cooks unexpectedly served a decorative cake after church after recognizing a pun and it was partially meant as a joke with GIs goodnaturedly saying the pun but a while after having Master Hallen of the Jedi Order cut it with her lightsaber and a few rounds of drinks spiked with Jim Beam later, even the Jedi among them reciprocated the saying of "May the Fourth be with you." albeit slurrily.

But the recent memory of impromptu festivities wasn't what his compatriot was getting at as Harrison simpered and pointed a thumb at his chest as he cockily declared himself to be the next chick magnet. "Kid, if I was some Space Wizard, I think Carrie Fisher and other gals would be swarming to me."

"You and your harebrained delusions."

"At least we're faring well under the circumstances." Harrison chuckled. "But wasn't it your wish to become one of the Space Monks, Altar Boy?"

"Wanting to try out their laser swords and being qualified to become a Space Wizard are two different things." Hammil retorted unconvincingly and he also ignored the jab regarding Catholicism from someone who became agnostic despite Ford's father also being Catholic. "Besides, neither one of us are eligible to join their institution anyways due to the lack of a Force signature and presence within it, not even a single speck of these midichlorians to boot."

Ford then smirked as an idea sprang to mind. "Now I'm tempted to use Han Solo as a pseudonym as maybe we could con someone for the hell of it."

Before Mark could interject, Harrison laid out the reason why it was unworkable.

"But then again, I don't have a Wookiee to get me out of trouble nor the fastest spaceship that ever existed and therefore that falsified background is not going to work." Harrison declared as he brought the beer bottle to his lips. "Oh well, maybe in another time and place perhaps."

"Or if it was in a galaxy far, far away." Mark sighed, wishing that things were different. Who knew if they were actually Luke Skywalker and Han Solo in some parallel universe or conversely actors who starred as them in another? There was just no way for them to know.

What?

Alright, maybe that was a bit much when it comes to breaking the fourth wall but at the same time, in my defense, the planned 'little and insignificantly minor' utterance by Hammill if he's caught doing something by calling himself Skywalker sounded too good to refrain from including and as a matter of fact it is also another purposeful instance of dramatic irony here as well as Hammil in this scene thought up some random names and the Imperials didn't buy it plot wise but we all know dramatic irony wise it isn't the case!

Of course I had to reference him voicing the Joker too! Oh and mention Hammil starring in The Big Red One and Corvette Summer as well.

And rest assured that this won't be the only time Ford and Hammil appear in this work :)

In fact it will be another instance of breaking the fourth wall but I won't spoil it as it's going to be a surprise in the making. While on the subject I think you should look forward to see the cast of the Revan movie in this tale popping up every now and then in the story in addition to Ford and Hammil.

I mean you're going to be blown away by who is being casted as Malak and according to JSailer the actor who will be revealed when the time comes easily could have fitted in the role if the actor was willing to shave his hair.

While originally the above scenes were going to appear much later in another chapter (which is why this was short), since I already had it on hand and only needed to transcribe it off of the rough draft I had in a notebook then do some polishing up then tweaking such as adding in a mention of some shenanigans that occurred on May 4th, I decided to modify it into a standalone chapter instead and implement it as an interim / interlude until the actual planned chapters are ready for publication.

By the way, two facts for you guys and gals:

According to Wookiepedia, the planet of Kalaan actually had an Imperial prison (well, Galactic Empire that is per the lore) and Luke Skywalker was imprisoned there for a time so it is quite fitting!

And the late Farrah Leni Fawcett who starred as Jill Munroe in the first season of Charlie's Angels was one of the actresses considered by George Lucas to be casted as Princess Leia in the 1977 film just to clarify in case no one got the subtle reference. Of course he ultimately settled on the late Carrie Fisher (still can't believe she's gone, R.I.P.) but Fisher was not the only candidate for the role.

Also, I sincerely apologize for the lack of updates but I will be sure to get the ball rolling again even if chapters are being published sporadically.

Happy May Fourth everyone and May the Force be with you! :)