Disclaimer: I mean come on. George Lucas is fortunate enough to OWN it (lucky bastard), and he doesn't even do a good JOB with it. Now don't get me wrong, I love the movies, but Luke is a sissy in ROTJ. All that 'I know there is good in him' crap . . . geez. He should be honored, I mean, he owns all this stuff. He should at least be able to make his characters good.

Chapter 4: The Death Star

Lila stood next to Ben, watching as Luke was tried to use the Force to block shots from a small seeker robot. Ben was watching him. Suddenly he sat down at the same time that Lila swayed before also sitting.

"What's wrong?" asked Luke, but Lila knew. She also had felt it.

"A great disturbance in the Force— as if millions of voices cried out in pain and were suddenly silenced," said Ben.

"A lot of people just died somewhere . . ." muttered Lila. Luke stared at her. "How do you know that?" he asked.

"You don't think I spent the last 18 years sitting on my butt, did you? I know the Force. Go back to your training."

Han walked in. "Forget your troubles with the Empire, we just outran them." he smirked at Lila. "The hyperdrive worked. Cough up."

She looked at him disdainfully. "Have we parted ways yet? No. It might break before I leave you, so hold your breath."

He sighed. "Have it your way. Anyway, we should be at Alderaan in about 0200 hours."

Ben watched Luke. "Remember, a Jedi can feel the Force flowing through him." He glanced at Lila, who looked back expectantly. "Or her," he finally said.

"So it controls your actions?" asked Luke.

"No, it tells you what to do." said Lila.

The droid hovered next to Luke. Suddenly it swerved and dived, shooting a laser beam that hit him in the leg. Han laughed.

"Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a blaster at your side, kid."

"Do you even believe in the Force?"

"Listen, I've been from one side of the galaxy to the other—"

"In this ship?" asked Lila, feigning surprise.

"—and I've never seen anything that convinces me of some all-powerful force that controls everything. There's no mystical energy field controlling my destiny. I say it's all a bunch of tricks and nonsense."

"Oh?" asked Lila. "And who ever said your word was law?" She leaned back and closed her eyes. R2 rose slowly into the air and hovered about three feet above the floor. Suddenly he fell.

"Lila!" Ben scolded. "I told you not to try lifting things that big!"

"Sorry, Master."

Ben turned to Luke again. "I suggest trying it again. This time, let go of your alert self and act on instinct." He put a helmet on Luke's head with the blast shield down.

"But with the blast shield down I can't even see! How can I fight?"

"Never trust your eyes," called Lila from her position near the wall.

The seeker droid moved around and hit Luke square on the butt. "Act on instinct, how many times do we have to tell you?" groaned Lila.

Luke stood still as the droid hovered around him. It suddenly dove and shot at Luke. Incredibly, he managed to deflect it.

"I call it luck," stated Han.

"In my experience there is no such thing as luck," replied Ben.

"Good against remotes is one thing, but good against humans—that's something else."

"And good against Sand People is something completely different," voiced Lila.

A small light flashed. "Looks like we're coming up on Alderaan," remarked Han. He and Chewie headed back to the cockpit. Luke talked to Ben. "You know, I did feel something."

"Good. You're taking your fist steps into a larger world."

"He's still got a long way to go, though," said Lila darkly.

"Chewie, cut in the sublight engines," said Han. They exited hyperspace and found themselves in a meteor shower. "What the—we've come out straight into a meteor shower! It's not on any of the charts! Our position is correct, but no Alderaan!"

"What do you mean? Where is it?" cried Luke.

"That's what I'm saying, kid. It isn't there. Totally blown away."

"Is that possible?" questioned Lila.

"Destroyed by the Empire," ventured Ben.

"That's impossible. It would take a thousand ships. The entire Imperial starfleet doesn't have that much firepower."

"There's another ship coming in," said Luke.

"It's an Imperial fighter," noted Lila. "It must have followed us."

"No, it's a short range fighter. There arent any bases around . . . where did it come from?" asked Han.

"It sure is leaving in a big hurry . . . if it identifies us, we're in big trouble," said Luke worriedly.

"Not if I can help it. Chewie, jam it's transmissions," ordered Han. Chewie roared something along the lines of, 'it's too far out of range.'

"A fighter this small couldn't get this deep into space alone," reflected Ben.

"It must have gotten lost . . . been part of a convoy or something . . ." said Luke.

"Well he isn't going to be around long enough to tell anyone about us," said Han determinedly.

"He's heading for that small moon," said Lila.

As they drew nearer to the moon, Ben voiced a thought. "That's no moon; it's a space station."

"Impossible, its too big," scoffed Han.

"I have a very bad feeling about this," said Luke nervously.

"The feeling is mutual," said Lila tightly. "Turn the ship around!"

"Yeah, I think you're right. Chewie, full reverse!"

Chewbacca put the Falcon in total backup. The ship's engines shuddered in protest, and they kept moving toward the humongous space station.

"Why are we still moving toward it?" asked Luke.

"Tractor beam," whispered Lila. "It's pulling us in."

"Do something!" cried Luke.

"There's nothing I can do about it, kid! I'm in full power; I have to shut down. But they're not getting me without a fight," argued Han.

Ben put a hand on Han's shoulder. "You can't win. But there are alternatives to fighting."

Han shook off the hand and led them down the hallway, where he stopped and gestured to the floor. "Smuggling compartments. Get in." he kicked a floor panel, which immediately disconnected with the rest of the floor, revealing a large hidden compartment.

Lila shook her hair out of her eyes and lowered herself into the hole. Ben followed, then Luke. Han replaced the panel over their heads. They heard him, Chewie, and the droids get into a similar compartment next to theirs.

"This is never going to work," muttered Lila.

And now, to my reviewers, of which I finally have more. Yay!

ClassicalBrunette: Thank you, thank you. Lila's inspiration comes from one of my crazy friends.

Cowgirl4Christ: we teenagers are crazy. 18-year-old plus Force equals crazy. And thanks, but no thanks.

Gregdoreza: things will change, I'm not sure if for the better . . .

Mimi18: thank you.

StarWarsPAFan: yeah, but I'm a drama queen. Thank you!

Jedimasterobi-wankenobi: well, I don't know about a hundred, but things are definitely looking up!

Bye for now, chapter 5 will be up soon.