- and with a glare of white light, the Millennium Falcon's hyperdrive engines cut out, dropping the freighter into the Alderaan approach path.

But rather than seeing Alderaan, they were headed straight into an asteroid field.

"Crap!" uttered Captain Awesome. "We came out of hyperspace right into a meteor shower! Morgan, is this on any of the charts?"

"No way, Captain," Morgan replied. "We've got nothing."

"Look at that!" Chuck shouted, as a TIE Fighter flashed overhead.

"Where in the hell did that come from?" Awesome asked.

"Did it follow us?"

"No," Casey-Wan Kenobi said. "That's a short range fighter. They're not equipped with hyperdrive."

Chuck pointed. "Maybe it came from that small moon."

And sure enough, the TIE Fighter seemed to be headed that direction. But Casey-Wan sensed that something was wrong.

"That's no moon," he whispered. "That's a space station!"

Captain Awesome whirled around to look at him. "That's impossible. The construction required would be on an absolutely awesome scale."

"And yet," Casey-Wan said, "I believe, there it is. I have a very bad feeling about this."

"Yeah, me too," Morgan said. "CA, I think we need to get out of here."

"Yeah," Captain Awesome concurred. "Morgan, lock in the auxiliary and put us in full reverse."

A moment passed, and nothing happened. "Morgan, lock in the auxiliary and put us in full reverse!"

"I did!" shouted Morgan. "It's not having any effect!"

"Crap!" Captain Awesome said. "They've got us in a tractor beam. This is decidedly NOT AWESOME!"

"What do we do?" Chuck asked in consternation. "If the Empire finds me…"

"We hide," Awesome said. "Round up those two droids of yours –"

"What, Jeff-3P0 and R2-Lester?"

"Yeah, whatever. Get them down here. Do whatever you need to to get them to shut up – turn them off, whatever. They'll have to be completely quiet."

Grand Moff Larkin stood on the bridge overlooking the shuttle bay as the Falcon was dragged in by the tractor beams. Then he noticed that his second in command seemed ill at ease.

"Is there a problem?" he inquired.

Darth Walker looked back at him. "I feel… I feel a presence I have not felt in a very long time," she replied. "The presence of… my former master."

Larkin snorted. "Casey-Wan Kenobi? He's long since dead."

Darth Walker shook her head, her blonde hair swishing slightly. "Never underestimate the power of the Force."

Grand Moff Larkin rolled his eyes. "Fine. Take care of whatever you need to do, Walker."

And with that, Darth Walker strode off the bridge, cape flowing behind her as she went.

When the Imperial Stormtroopers boarded the Millennium Falcon, they initially found nobody. But as they were exiting – well, there was a barrier between them and the exit.

A moment later, two stormtroopers, two men, and two droids came sneaking out of the freighter. "I'll go find the power source for the tractor beam and disable it," Casey-Wan said. "Meanwhile, the rest of you find Princess Eleanor and break her out."

"Hey, old man, all good and well," Captain Awesome shot back, "but when am I getting paid?"

"All in due time," Casey-Wan replied. "All in due time."

And he swept out of the room quickly, leaving the other five standing there.

"Hey, Chuck!" R2-Lester called from the side of the shuttle bay. "I think I found your princess, man!"

Jeff-3P0 laughed. "You wouldn't know a princess from a crescent wrench," the droid burbled drunkenly.

"Hey, Jeff, I don't know any crescent wrenches named Eleanor," Lester shot back, "and besides which, I'm not the one who drank a whole case of 10W-30 on the trip here."

Jeff-3P0 tried to formulate a comeback, but failed utterly.

"Where is she?" Chuck asked.

"Cell block 4A72," R2-Lester replied. "I don't know how you guys are gonna get in there, though. You're pretty much hosed on that one."

"No, I've got an idea," Chuck said. Reaching behind him, he detached a pair of cuffs that were attached to the stormtrooper uniform belt. "We put these on Morgan…"

"Hey, hey, hey, why me?!" Morgan asked.

"Never mess with a Wookie," Captain Awesome advised.

"Okay, dude," Morgan said, a note of aggravation in his voice. "Just because I am covered in hair does not make me a Wookie."

"Seriously, could the two of you just shut up and let me put these cuffs on Morgan?" Chuck asked impatiently.

Morgan rolled his eyes and held out his hands. Chuck snapped the cuffs on.

Then he turned to the droids. "Jeff, Lester, I want you two to find a closet somewhere and lock yourselves in it."

"Oh, the hell," R2-Lester replied. "I'm not locking myself in a closet with this drunken bastard."

"Hey, then we can come out of the closet together," Jeff-3P0 laughed.

Lester did not look amused.

"Guys, I don't care," Chuck said in exasperation. "If you get found, we're all screwed."

"Fine," Lester grumbled. He rolled off, tossing a few choice beeps and whistles over his shoulder at Chuck.

Chuck and Captain Awesome guided Morgan to an elevator. They got on board, and were in the elevator for what seemed like forever. Finally, it opened to the cell block they were supposed to be at.

A short Asian man with a bitter look on his face stood in their paths. "What the hell is this?!" he snapped as soon as the door opened. "Where are you taking this… thing?"

"Dude!" Morgan complained. "I'm not a THING!"

Chuck looked at the Asian man. He had on a bright yellow polo shirt that was embroidered "Imperial Death Star" over one breast and "Commander Harry Tang" over the other.

"Commander Tang," he said. "My apologies, this is a prisoner transfer from cell block 1138."

Tang narrowed his eyes. "I wasn't advised of this. I'll have to check in on it."

"Oh, screw this," Captain Awesome grumbled. He raised his blaster and shot Harry Tang in the back.

"Anybody else want a piece of me?" he asked. The rest of the jail block staff, all dressed in green polos with the "Imperial Death Star" logo on them, shook their heads.

As Chuck was herding them all into a cell, a radio console started speaking. "What's going on down there?" somebody demanded. "We heard weapons fire!"

"Uh, accidental weapons discharge," CA said into the microphone. "But… everything's good now… uh, how are you?"

"Who is this?! What's your authorization code?"

"Not awesome!" he shot back, and then blasted the radio.

"CHUCK!" he called down the hallway, as Chuck looked for Princess Eleanor's room. "HURRY UP! We're gonna have company!"

Finally, Chuck found it. He opened the door. A brunette woman lay on the bunk, sleeping, but the sound of the door woke her.

She looked at Chuck curiously. "Aren't you a little short for a Stormtrooper?"

"The hell?" Chuck shot back. He pulled off the helmet. "I'm six-foot-three, for God's sake!"

"Sorry…" Princess Eleanor said. "My bad."

"Anyway, I'm Chuck Bartowski. I'm here to rescue you."

"All by yourself?"

Suddenly, there was an exchange of weapons fire outside. Captain Awesome and Morgan both dove into the cell with them.

"Captain Awesome," CA breathlessly introduced himself.

"Seriously?" Princess Eleanor asked. "Captain Awesome is your name?"

"Is that a problem?" he asked, giving her a look.

Morgan stepped between them. "Morgan Grimes," he introduced himself. "And may I just say, you're absolutely beautiful."

"And you look like a Wookie," she replied. "How are we getting out of here?"

"No idea whatsoever!" CA said.

Princess Eleanor looked stunned, and then just shook her head. "Mr. Bartowski," she said, "may I borrow your blaster?"

"Uh, sure," he replied.

She lifted the blaster and shot out a grate across the way. "In," she said, pointing.

"What?!" all three men replied at once.

"You first," she snapped, pointing at Captain Awesome.

"I have no idea what's down there!"

"Tough. Go NOW!"

She shoved him out into the hallway, and he had no choice but to dive down the shaft to avoid the blaster fire coming his way. Morgan ran screaming after him. Chuck took a headlong dive into the shaft, and Princess Eleanor brought up the rear, firing Chuck's blaster down the hall as she went.

Casey-Wan had found the tractor beam power source and disabled it easily – mostly because whoever had designed the station had decided it would be a good idea to label it the "Tractor Beam Power Source."

He shook his head at the lunacy, though he did have to give them credit for making the only access to it a foot-wide ledge over a drop thousands of feet deep. Pretty slick method of keeping saboteurs out – unless the saboteur was a Jedi Master.

Master Casey-Wan Kenobi was quietly making his way back to the docking bay where the Millennium Falcon was when he felt her. He felt her presence before he ever saw her.

He turned to see her. "Grand Moff Larkin didn't believe me when I said you were here," she said.

Casey-Wan studied her. She didn't look a day older. Still had the flawless alabaster skin, the golden tresses, the ice-blue eyes, and if her black body armor was any indicator, she still had the smokin' body, too.

"Darth Walker," he said. "So, Larkin's still alive. And here I thought I killed him."

"He was… revived," she replied. "And here I thought you too had been killed… Casey-Wan Kenobi."

"HOW COULD YOU LEAD US DOWN A TRASH CHUTE?!"

"You would maybe prefer to go back and take your chances with the Imperial Stormtroopers?" Princess Eleanor asked angrily.

Captain Awesome had no answer. He just crossed his arms and looked grumpy.

"Hey, it could be worse," Chuck said, trying to keep the mood light.

That was when the walls of the trash compactor started moving.

"It's worse," Captain Awesome said in dread.

Chuck's eyes widened. Pulling out his commlink, he started yelling for Jeff. "Jeff-3P0!" he shouted. "Jeff-3P0! Come in!"

"Yo," came the slurred voice of the oiloholic robot over the commlink. "WASSSSSSSUP!!"

"Not now, Jeff!" Chuck shouted. "Tell Lester to shut down all the trash compactors on Level 37!"

He could hear Lester in the background. "Which ones? Which level?"

"JUST SHUT THEM ALL DOWN!"

"You're too old, Casey-Wan," Darth Walker said scornfully. "You're past your prime, a burnout."

"And what exactly are you?" Casey-Wan asked. "You're a Sith bitch in body armor. I hear that the only reason you got as high as you did is because you're boning Grand Moff Larkin."

Her eyes lit up with fury. "HOW DARE YOU!"

And without warning, her lightsaber flew into her hands and ignited. She struck a downward stroke toward Casey-Wan –

But his lightsaber was waiting for the stroke. The two clashed together, throwing off sparks.

"I am the master now, Casey-Wan! You are no match for me!"

Casey-Wan looked back at Darth Walker. "Walker, if you strike me down, I will become more powerful than you could ever imagine."

Chuck dragged himself out of the trash compactor, smelly and filthy. Behind him, Awesome and Eleanor were arguing about what had just happened, blaming each other for the mess. Morgan walked up to him. "Dude, I think I need a new best friend," he complained. "You want to fill in?"

Chuck shrugged. "Sure, why not. All my friends are probably going to end up dead while flying X-Wings anyway."

They made their way back to the shuttle bay with no interference – because, they found, there was an epic duel going on between Casey-Wan Kenobi and Darth Walker just outside the shuttle bay, and they'd attracted a huge audience.

"Casey-Wan!" Chuck shouted when he saw what was going on. Casey-Wan looked up.

"Good job, kid!" he shouted, and then shut off his lightsaber. As Chuck watched in horror, Darth Walker struck Casey-Wan's torso with her lightsaber – and he disappeared.

"NOOOO!" Chuck screamed. He began firing his blaster indiscriminately, not caring who he hit. He ended up taking out a few stormtroopers in the process.

"Come on, kid, let's go!" Captain Awesome shouted.

Morgan and Princess Eleanor dragged Chuck onboard the ship. Behind him, R2-Lester rolled in as fast as his wheels would carry him, while Jeff-3P0 staggered in and drunkenly fell down on the ramp. It closed, locking him safely inside.

As the ship moved into hyperspace, Chuck sat glumly in the galley. "I can't believe Casey-Wan's dead," he muttered.

"It's okay," Princess Eleanor said to him. "Really. It's alright."

"I wish I could believe that," he replied.

She nodded. "It's alright. It's alright."

Chuck narrowed his eyes, looking at her. "Are you okay?"

"She moves in mysterious ways," Eleanor said.

Chuck closed his eyes, rubbing them. "What are you talking about?"

He opened his eyes –

To be continued…