Alright...so nobody's review my fourth chapter yet...that's cool. Here's another one, if you care.
"So…what's your favorite color?" Butch asked. Mack was seriously ready to kill himself. He had never spent so much time with Butch alone and all of the questions he was being asked drove him insane. He seriously considered spending more time with Jordo than with this fruit.

"To be honest, Butch, I don't have a favorite color." Mack replied coldly. "In fact, I hate colors. I hate everything. Including you. Maybe if you didn't ask so many questions, I wouldn't hate you. But you do ask too many questions, therefore, I hate you."

There was a short pause, followed by Mack adding, "…a lot."

Butch was quiet, looking at his feet for a while, and then pulled out a Rubic's Cube from his armor pocket. Mack starred at the puzzle in disbelief as Butch struggled to complete the nigh-impossible puzzle.

"You know, my cousin, who lives on Alderaan, he can solve these things faster than light-speed." Butch stated. Mack lowered his eyebrows and sighed, frustrated, as he gripped Butch's shoulder tightly.

"Alderaan was destroyed by this station." Mack shouted somewhat quietly, which isn't entirely possible to do. "Vader called the orders to destroy it. So guess what? Your friggen cousin is dead! As for the Rubic's Cube…" he pulled out his blaster and shot the puzzle into a billion tiny pieces, which tumbled to the floor. "Who honestly gives a shit?"

"Shhh!" An officer shushed Mack. Mack flicked the officer off before saying, "Oh, up yours!"

Suddenly, Butch began twitching. Mack starred at the annoying Stormtrooper, who was now sobbing uncontrollably, as he collapsed to the floor, covering his helmet with his gloved hands.

"Oh, Victor!" he shouted, tears flooding up his helmet. "You were so young!" Suddenly, Butch was the center of attention. Stormtroopers from all over the hangar walked over to him, trying to comfort him.

"What'd you do to him?" one asked Mack, who shrugged nervously and knelt down to apologize to the crying trooper.

"Hey, buddy, come on, I was just…just kidding around, you know?" Mack attempted, giving a slight smile that was faker than their dental plan. "Alderaan's fine, so I'm sure Victor's fine, too."

"He has a friend who lived on Alderaan?" a Stormtrooper asked.

Mack nodded. "Cousin."

The Stormtrooper slapped Mack upside the head. "And you went off and told him about its destruction? What the hell's wrong with you, you sicko?"

Butch began sobbing again. "So it's true! Victor is dead?"

Mack sighed, walked over to a wall, and began beating his head on it.


After a few more minutes of calming Butch down, who went back to pestering Mack with random questions that nobody really cared about, Mack wandered off into another crowd of Stormtroopers. There were all huddled around, talking about something.

"What's up?" Mack asked.

"The two troopers who went into the ship came out with a Wookiee!" another Stormtrooper responded. "A friggen Wookiee, dude! Those things are crazy!"

'Hm…Cody walked out with a live Wookiee?' Mack asked himself. 'Cody's a bigger coward than Butch is. No way would he trap a Wookiee by himself.'

"Mack, come over here, check it out!" Butch cried out. Mack sighed with embarrassment that Butch just screamed his name over the entire Hangar, thus proving to everyone around that they were at least acquaintances, as he walked over to Butch, who was jumping up and down like a giddy school-child.

"Look!" he screamed. "Lord Vader is fighting some old guy!" Mack, now somewhat interested, looked over to his left and saw, indeed, Darth Vader, red lightsabor ignited, dueling an older man, dressed in brown robes, with a blue lightsabor.

"Let's go check it out!" Butch exclaimed as he ran over to the scene. Mack followed, along with a few other interested Stormtroopers.

"Man, look at that guy fight." Butch said. "Look at his lightsabor…so long and red…"

"Dude, I'm fuckin' serious when I say knock it off!" Mack cried.

Suddenly, the old man Vader was fighting looked into the distance, grinned, and lowered his weapon, giving Vader a clear shot at chopping his head off! Butch jumped up and down happily.

"Yes! Yes!" he cried. "He won! He totally owned that guy!"

"NO!"

The whiney, high pitched voice came from behind the big group of Stormtroopers. Mack turned around to see two guys, some chick, two droids, and…a Wookiee?

"Holy shit!" Mack shouted, firing his weapon. "Shoot 'em! Shoot 'em!"

However, the two guys had blasters at their sides, and slowly began killing off the other troopers around Mack and Butch. Soon, the band of rebels were inside the smuggling ship, flying away into the deep bowels of space. Mack stood there, looking at the ship, getting farther and farther away, completely flabbergasted.

"We missed…" he whispered in disbelief. "I can't believe…we fuckin' MISSED!" He grabbed Butch by the collar of his armor. "They were completely outnumbered! We had the advantage! We had friggen armor! They weren't moving at all! How…did…we…miss!"

At that point, Mack collapsed to the floor, joining the bodies of dead Stormtroopers, and began crying. Butch, on the other hand, was watching Vader, whipping his cape, as he slowly began to walk towards his custom-made TIE-fighter.


Well...yeah...getting more into the actual Star Wars plot. Let's see where Cody, Jordo, Mack, and Butch end up, eh?