Hey, guys! This is my longest chapter yet! Over 4,000 words! (yay!)

Anyways, Please review and enjoy chapter five!

From where Hobbes stood, the Mos Eisley Spaceport looked majestic in the gleaming suns of Tatooine. A rough circle of all kinds of buildings made of clay, wood, metal, and cloth, it was situated in a rocky basin with all types of ships flying in and out.

Hobbes had to admit, seeing these places felt almost like him and Calvin were on their own vacation. This was awesome.

"Beautiful…" Calvin mumbled beside him, admiring the spaceport with excited eyes. The boy turned at hearing a short chuckle come from Kenobi, who was standing on Hobbes' right.

"What's so funny?" Calvin asked, crossing his arms and frowning in Obi-Wan's direction.

"Don't be fooled, young man," Obi-Wan said in a knowing and amused tone. "You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy than here, the Mos Eisley spaceport."

He turned to Calvin. "We must be cautious."

Calvin nodded, and looked back at the spaceport.

"So," he said at length, "Are we gonna find us a spaceship or what?"

The spaceport was even more incredible up close, Hobbes decided, sightseeing from the back of the speeder.

All kinds of alien species traversed the crowded, dusty streets. Shop vendors were everywhere, and Hobbes was astounded by some of the food and merchandise that they were selling under their colorful stores and tarps.

Then, as the landspeeder turned the corner of a shoddy looking bar, Hobbes' heart skipped a beat.

Black and white armored, helmeted soldiers were walking across a town square of sorts, and they were armed with blaster guns, which, according to Luke, could easily kill with their ionized-gas ammunition.

"Luke," Calvin asked, sitting next to Hobbes. "Who are these soldiers?"

Luke's voice sounded nervous. "They're Stormtroopers," he responded. "They're with the empire."

Up ahead, several troopers noticed them, and started to intercept the speeder.

"We're doomed," Hobbes heard 3po whisper.

Luke turned to Obi-Wan. "What do we do?" he asked, anxiety clear in his voice.

"Do your best to stay calm, and don't look suspicious," Kenobi answered, and adopted a friendly visage.

At Obi-Wan's directives, everyone did their best to seem relaxed, with Calvin even trying to whistle an innocent tune. One of the stormtroopers held out a hand as a signal for the speeder to stop.

"How long have you had these droids?" he asked, his voice muffled by the helmet he was wearing. Based on his exclusive orange shoulder pauldron, he was in charge.

"About three or four seasons," Luke lied.

"They're for sale if you want them." Obi Wan chimed in.

"Let me see your identification, all of you." the trooper demanded, clearly not too convinced by the act that the group was putting on.

Calvin and Hobbes looked at each other, thinking the same thing.

We are so toast.

Then, Obi-Wan motioned with his hand, and Hobbes could sense a strange and mysterious power in the movement.

"You don't need to see our identification," the old jedi bluntly stated.

The lead trooper stood still for a moment. Perhaps contemplating if Kenobi is crazy, Hobbes wondered, ready to flee. Then came the response.

"We don't need to see their identification."

What. Just. Happened? he silently asked in shock. Obi-Wan continued.

"These aren't the droids that you're looking for," he declared in a calm and collected tone.

"These aren't the droids we're looking for," the trooper told his subordinates.

"We can go about our business."

"You can go about your business."

Finally, with one last hand motion, Kenobi said, "Move along."

"Move along. Move along," The trooper said immediately, motioning for the group to continue on.

Everyone sat in shock as Obi-Wan guided an astonished Luke to their destination. It was only after they had parked and were getting out that someone said something.

"What happened back there?!" Calvin asked. "You waved your hand, and all the troopers were like, 'Okey Dokey, friends!'"

"I thought we were dead!" Luke added.

Obi-Wan smiled, that same twinkle in his eye.

"The Force can have a strong influence on the weak-minded," he said, and turned to look at Luke. "You will find it a powerful ally."

Calvin didn't think that explained anything at all.

"What does he mean, Hobbes?" the boy asked his friend.

Hobbes shrugged. "I guess it means that you can influence people using this so-called force."

"So-called…" Calvin mumbled. "Do you think it's real?" he asked.

Hobbes again, shrugged. "I don't know," he answered. "But I did sense something when Kenobi waved his hand. There was power in that, and in his voice."

Huh, Calvin thought. I definitely gotta ask Obi-Wan about that later.

"Guys!" Luke shouted, snapping the two friends out of their thoughts. "We're going into the cantina!"

Calvin was quick to catch up, choosing to go to the front of the group alongside Kenobi.

"So Obi-Wan," he began to say. "Do you really think we're going to find a pilot in there that'll take us to Alderaan?"

"Well, most of the best freighter pilots can be found here." Obi Wan replied. Then, almost as an afterthought, he turned around to address the group.

"Watch your step. This place can be a bit rough."

And with that, he turned and descended the narrow staircase down to the cantina.

All kinds of sights, sounds, and smells hit Hobbes as he entered the dimly-lit drinking establishment. Creatures of every kind huddled around tables and counters, sipping otherworldly brews and conversing wholeheartedly. A band of humanlike aliens stood in one corner, putting up a Jazz-like tune that rivaled Louis Armstrong himself, and a human bouncer stood in another, ready for any confrontation. Behind a counter, several bartenders were shaking and pouring brightly coloured drinks.

But what caught Hobbes' attention the most was the sudden interest that some of the cantina's patrons displayed in him and his compatriots. He suddenly felt rather self-conscious. Perhaps they were wondering what kind of species he was, or more likely, they were noticing the six-year old nagging Obi-Wan for a drink.

"Aw, c'mon, Kenobi!" Calvin begged. "Just a shot glass!"

Luke and the two droids started to walk forward, looking around for a shuttle captain or a shipowner. Instantly, the burly-looking bouncer detached himself from the wall and blocked the farmboy's path.

"We don't serve their kind here!" He boomed.

Luke was confused. "What?" he asked.

"Your droids," the man explained. "They'll have to wait outside."

Realization dawned on Luke as he comprehended the statement, and Calvin and Hobbes noticed a few of the patrons in the cantina giving them pointed glares.

Luke turned to 3po and R2. "Listen," he asked, "why don't you wait out by the speeder? We don't want any trouble."

"I heartily agree with you, sir." 3po responded, and turned to walk back up the stairs. As soon as the droids were gone, those who had stopped to watch the group went back to drinking and conversing together.

"Stay here, and I'll find us a ride," Obi-Wan said.

"You got it," Hobbes agreed, and watched him walk off. He looked around. Calvin was watching Obi-Wan leave, and Luke was fumbling around with his pockets. Nothing that invited trouble. He relaxed and leaned against the wall, watching the customers talk and the cocktails being made.

"Hey, Hobbes," Luke addressed the tiger, holding up something… a debit card? "I'm going to get a drink. Want something?"

"Uh, no thanks," Hobbes replied, holding up a hand. "I don't drink."

Luke nodded, and sidled up to the counter.

"Hey, Luke," Calvin said, excited. "Get me something- ow! Don't kick me, you hairball!"

"You're six, Calvin! You can't drink!" Hobbes answered sternly.

Suddenly, without warning, a hideous alien stomped in front of the two, slightly wobbly.

"Negola dewaghi- wooldugger?!" The creature was obviously drunk.

Luke and Hobbes immediately looked away and pretended not to notice the freakish beast… except for Calvin, who instead decided to glare intensely at it as if it were some sort of staring contest. The creature stared right back.

Then a man, who Hobbes guessed must have been a companion of the hairy, ugly monster due to his own hideous, deformed face, came over and addressed him.

"He doesn't like you." The man told him, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Uh... I'm-" Hobbes gulped. "I'm sorry?" he nervously mumbled.

"I don't like you either!" The man growled.

"Uh… my sincerest apologies, but… please go away." Hobbes asked politely. He tried to sound confident, but he wasn't used to something like this ever happening to him.

Then, Calvin butted in. "Yeah! Get away from my friend, you freaks!" He exclaimed.

The man knelt down to look him dead in the eye. "You just watch yourself, kid," he growled. "We're wanted men. I have the death sentence in twelve systems!"

Calvin shrugged. "Doesn't seem like much of an achievement to me."

Then, Luke cut in, and for a moment, Hobbes was hopeful. Luke was better than him at diplomacy, he figured.

"I'm sorry," Luke said, trying to appease the man. "We'll be very careful,"

"You'll be DEAD!"

"These three aren't worth the effort." Obi-Wan broke in, coming out of nowhere to stand in front of the man. "Come. Let me buy you something."

But the creature had had enough. With a shove, it sent Calvin and Luke flying backwards onto the ground. But thanks to its drunken state, Hobbes used his reflexes to dodge.

"Whoa!" He yelled, getting the rest of the cantina's attention.

Then, as Hobbes reoriented himself, he saw the deformed man draw a blaster and point it at Obi Wan.

I gotta do something! He realized.

As Kenobi brought out his lightsaber to defend against the creature, Hobbes slammed into the man, sending them both crashing against the hard counter.

A hiss, a whoosh, and an inhuman scream followed.

Hobbes got up and looked at the man. He was unconscious thanks to his pounce.

He turned and saw Obi Wan sheathe his saber, Calvin and Luke slowly stumbling back, and the hideous creature knocked out as well. Perhaps that was from the pain of having its arm severed from its body. The bouncer began to drag the beast out of the cantina.

"Nice job, Hobbes! That was awesome!" Calvin exclaimed, walking over.

"Huh?" Hobbes asked. He felt a slight bit queasy at looking at the bloody arm. "Oh, uh… yeah, thanks."

He looked at the rest of the room. Everyone had gasped and become tense and the band had stopped when the man had drawn his blaster.

Suddenly, the band picked up again, and life went on. People returned to their conversations, except for a few that whispered in Hobbes' and Kenobi's direction.

Boy. These people really don't care about something like this. He realized.

"Obi-Wan-" Hobbes started to say, turning, and was surprised by a furry, brown, seven-foot tall creature standing by Kenobi.

He kind of resembled an oversized, shaggy carpet.

"Calvin, Hobbes," Obi-Wan introduced them. "This is Chewbacca, a Wookie. He is a first mate on a ship that suits our needs.

'Chewbacca' growled in a strange language.

"Hi," Hobbes said, holding out a hand. Chewbacca took it with a firm grip that matched his strength. He liked the Wookie already.

"So Kenobi," Hobbes asked. "Are we good to get out of here? Did you find us a ship?"

"No, Hobbes. Not yet," Obi-Wan replied.

"But," he said, holding up a finger, "Chewbacca's captain and smuggler, Han Solo, might be interested in a deal. Shall we talk to him?"

Hobbes nodded. "I'll go get Luke and Calvin."

"Hey Luke, Calvin," Hobbes addressed the two, walking over.

"What's up, Hobbes?" Calvin asked.

"Obi-Wan found a guy," he explained. "His name is Han Solo. Obi-Wan's gonna make a deal with him and he wants us there.

"Alright," Calvin said. "Let's go see this Solo guy! C'mon, Luke."

"Right behind you," came the response.

The group shuffled over to the far back of the cantina, and sat down opposite of a calm, collected, charismatic man; Captain Solo. To his right sat Chewbacca, the Wookie first mate. Luke, Calvin, and Obi-Wan were sitting on the other side of the table, and Hobbes had to stand. There was no more room.

"Han Solo," the smuggler introduced himself. "I'm captain of the Millennium Falcon. Chewie here tells me you're looking for passage to the Alderaan system."

"Yes, indeed," Obi-Wan confirmed. "If it's a fast ship."

"Fast ship?" Han asked, obviously amused. "You've never heard of the Millennium Falcon?"

Calvin and Hobbes shook their heads.

"Should we have?" Obi-Wan inquired.

"Well," Han chuckled. "It's the ship that made the Kessel run in less than twelve parsecs!"

"What's a parsec?" Calvin whispered to Hobbes.

"Dunno," Hobbes whispered back. "Must be a time measurement."

"I've outrun Imperial starships," Han went on. "Not the local bulk-cruisers, mind you. I'm talking about the big Corellian ships now." He motioned with his hands.

"She's fast enough for you, old man. What's the cargo?"

"Only Passengers," Kenobi informed the smuggler. "Myself, the boy, his friend," he gestured to Calvin and Hobbes. "This young man, two droids, and no questions asked."

"What's the reason?" Han asked. "Some kind of local trouble?"

Obi-Wan leaned in close. "Let's just say we'd like to avoid any Imperial entanglements.

Solo raised his eyebrows. "Well, that's the trick, isn't it?" he smiled. "And it's going to cost you something extra. Ten thousand in advance."

"Ten thousand?" Luke frowned. "We could almost buy our own ship for that!"

"But who's going to fly it, kid?" Han asked in mock sarcasm. "Your friends here? You?"

Luke scoffed. "You bet I could. I'm not such a bad pilot myself! We don't have to sit here and listen-"

"We haven't that much with us," Kenobi interrupted. "But we could pay you two thousand now, plus fifteen when we reach Alderaan."

Hobbes could see the surprise in Han's eyes. "Seventeen, huh?"

For a few seconds, he was silent as he pondered the offer. He looked at Chewbacca, who barked and growled a response.

"Okay," Han agreed. "You guys got yourself a ship. We'll leave as soon as you're ready. Docking bay Ninety-four."

Obi-Wan nodded. "Ninety-four."

Han looked up, over the group. "Looks like somebody's beginning to take an interest in your handiwork," he remarked, gesturing towards the entrance of the cantina.

Hobbes twisted to see in the direction that Han was looking at. He froze.

Two imperial stormtroopers were talking with a bartender at the counter.

"Let's move!" Obi-Wan ordered quietly, and started to sneak past the troopers, who had their backs turned. In the silent scramble, no one witnessed Calvin bagging the unconscious man's blaster from earlier.

Oh, boy, he thought, and grinned. I could do some real damage with this!

"All right," he heard the stormtrooper say. "We'll check it out."

His grin grew wider. They were already gone.

Back at the entrance, everyone sighed in relief.

"Woo!" Hobbes exclaimed. "That is what I call close!"

"You got that right, buddy," Calvin agreed, patting his inside jacket pocket. "What do we do now, Kenobi?"

"Well," Kenobi said, looking around. "First we find our droids."

Everyone immediately looked around, realizing that the droids were nowhere in sight.

"Aw great," Calvin muttered.

"Well," Luke started to say, "Lets-"

"Master Luke! There you are!"

Everyone turned to see 3po and R2 walk up to them.

"Where were you guys?" Calvin asked.

"Oh, I am terribly sorry! We thought we'd better hide when we saw the stormtrooper patrol heading our way."

"Good choice," Luke affirmed.

"Thank you, sir."

"Well," Calvin said, clasping his hands together. "Now that we got the whole gang back together, let's get to docking bay ninety-three!"

"Ninety-four," Hobbes corrected.

"Whatever."

"There is a matter we must first attend to," Obi-Wan cut in, and turned to the farmboy. "Luke, you will have to sell your speeder."

Luke nodded. "That's okay. Once we get out of here, I am never coming to this rock ever again."

"Never say never," Hobbes remarked.

Luke turned to Hobbes. "If there is one thing that I am sure of, it's that I am never coming back here again. You can count on that."

"Mhm."

Suddenly, the tiger's ear twitched, and his tail grew bushy. He turned to face the group. "Guys, we should get out of here," he advised.

"Why?" Calvin asked.

"Those stormtroopers are coming back up," the tiger warned. "I can hear 'em."

"He's probably right, guys," Calvin added. "Hobbes here has enhanced, tigerish senses. Let's amscray."

Everyone quickly clambered aboard the speeder.

As Luke finished his exchange with the shop handler, Hobbes could see that it had not gone too smoothly.

"He says it's the best he can do," Luke sighed, handing the credits acquired from selling the speeder to Obi-Wan. "Since the XP-38 version came out, they're just not in demand."

"It will be enough," Obi-Wan assured.

"Alrightly, then!" Calvin grinned, clasping his hands together. "With that out of the way, let's get to that ship."

Everyone started to walk to the landing bays.

"If the ship is as fast as he's boasting then we ought to do well," Obi-Wan commented.

"How long do you think it will take to get there?" Hobbes asked.

"Perhaps a cycle or so. It all depends on what our friend Solo said, and whether it is true or not."

"Okay," Hobbes said, and looked up ahead. "You know where to go, right?"

"It's a few streets in that direction," Kenobi said, pointing to the northwest.

After several minutes of walking, they entered the correct landing bay, and were met by Han and Chewbacca standing beside a circular spaceship, with what Calvin and Hobbes both guessed was the cockpit sticking out on one side. A satellite dish poked out on the top.

It all looked pretty amazing to Calvin and Hobbes. After all, they had never seen something like this before.

"What a piece of junk!" Clearly, Luke did not share the same enthusiasm.

"She'll make point five beyond the speed of light," Han argued. "She may not look like much, but she's got it where it counts, kid."

He smiled. "I've added some special modifications myself."

Chewbacca walked up a ramp that led into the spaceship's interior. He turned around, gesturing for the group to follow.

"We're a little rushed," Solo said. "So if you'll hurry aboard, we'll get out of here."

As the group made their way to the loading ramp, Calvin stopped in front of Han.

"Hey, Solo! Can you let me fly that thing?" the hyperactive boy asked.

"There!" a voice yelled behind them before Han could answer. Everyone snapped their heads around, and found white-armored stormtroopers running into the landing bay, weapons raised.

"Run to the ship!" Obi Wan shouted.

Thinking quickly, Hobbes snached up Calvin, and raced into the spaceship in a heartbeat. The sound of blasters behind them made both friends wince. Luke soon followed, along with Chewbacca and the droids.

"Oh, dear, oh dear!" 3po exclaimed in a panic. Hobbes dropped Calvin, who crept back toward the opening.

Outside, he glimpsed Obi Wan and Han Solo holding off the troopers while retreating back towards the entrance. Using his lightsaber, Obi-Wan acted as a defense, deflecting blaster bolts back at the stormtroopers while Han attacked with his pistol.

As Calvin watched, he saw Kenobi deflect a blaster bolt right back at a trooper, who wailed pitifully as the bolt hit him. But more and more soldiers were arriving.

Then, Calvin remembered something. Reaching inside his inner jacket pocket, he slowly pulled out the blaster that he had stolen from the man in the cantina. Looking at it, he made up his mind.

He crept close to the doorway, took a breath, and turned the corner.

With years of shooting dart and water guns, Calvin had enough experience to lay down covering fire for Han and Obi-Wan, shooting wildly at the stormtroopers. Seeing the troopers refocus their attention on him, Calvin took cover behind the ship's door frame.

In the next few seconds, Han and Kenobi had made it onto the ship, and Calvin was yanked away from the ramp.

"Close the door, Chewie!" Han yelled, and raced for the cockpit.

As the door closed, Calvin turned around to look at the tiger who had pulled him to safety.

"Why did you do that?" Hobbes demanded harshly. "You could have gotten hurt!"

Calvin shrugged. "I dunno. I had a blaster, and Han and Kenobi needed help."

"Where did you-" Hobbes pinched his nose. "Just… try not to do that often. I would hate to lose my best friend."

"Don't worry, pal," Calvin assured. "I'll do my best to stay alive."

The two friends hugged as the falcon took off. Soon the ship was out of the planet's atmosphere.

"Hey, Hobbes!" Calvin said, gazing out of a viewport. "Look at this view!"

When Hobbes looked out of the viewport, his breath caught in his throat. In front of him was Tatooine in all of its glory. It looked more beautiful from space. For several minutes, Hobbes marveled at the loveliness of the planet.

Suddenly a rumbling tremor shuddered the ship and brought Calvin and Hobbes falling to the ground. An alarm started coming from the cockpit as they clambered to their feet and investigated the source of the rocking.

"I forgot how much I hate space travel!" 3po exclaimed as he flailed around the room.

Calvin and Hobbes made their way to the cockpit, where Han was talking to his Wookie companion.

"Stay sharp, chewie! There are two more coming in!" He reached up to press a few buttons.

"What's chasing us?" Calvin asked.

"Imperial Star Destroyers!" Han answered in-between flicking several switches.

"They're going to try to cut us off!" Luke yelled. "Why don't you outrun them? I thought you said this thing was fast!"

"Watch your mouth, kid, or you're going to find yourself floating home!" Han shot back.

"We'll be safe enough once we make the jump to hyperspace! Besides," he chuckled. "I know a few maneuvers. We'll lose them!"

As explosions rocketed around the ship, Han pulled back on the stick and Hobbes almost lost his lunch at the sudden acceleration.

"Here's where the fun begins!" the space smuggler whooped.

"How long before you can make the jump to lightspeed?" Obi Wan asked, doing his best to stay calm.

"It'll take a few moments to get the coordinates from the navi-computer." Han responded, not even glancing at the retired jedi as he twisted the stick in a barrel roll. Thanks to the anti-gravity, Hobbes only got motion sickness instead of being flung about.

"Are you kidding? At the rate they're gaining-" Luke started to say, but Han cut him off.

"Traveling through hyperspace ain't like dusting crops, boy!" he admonished. "Without precise calculations, we could fly right through a star or bounce too close to a supernova and that'd end your trip real quick, wouldn't it?"

Then, the lights illuminating the cockpit started to flash.

"What's this flashing mean?" Calvin asked, wide-eyed at everything Han was doing.

"We're losing our deflector shield," he explained. "Go strap yourself in! I'm going to make the jump to lightspeed."

Calvin, Hobbes, Kenobi, and Luke joined the already secured 3po and R2, doing their best to keep their footing and stumbling into their seats. Acting as quickly as they could, they fumbled with their seat belts and strapped in.

The next moment, they felt an odd sensation, and suddenly were jolted into their seats. R2 let out a scream at the acceleration.

They had entered hyperspace.

"Oh, man!" Calvin yelled. "That was awesome!"

The rest of the group did not share his enthusiasm. Hobbes in particular, managed to look green despite his coat of fur, and felt very woozy. Luke clutched his stomach, groaning at the sudden shift into lightspeed.

"Ugh," Hobbes moaned. "That did not strike well with my breakfast.

After everyone had recovered and reoriented themselves, Han walked into the room, which, judging from the couch, table, and countertop, was the lounge.

"Alright, people," he addressed the passengers. "Get comfy. It'll take a while for the Falcon to reach Alderaan, so I hope you all have something to do."

And with that, he walked back to the cockpit.

Hobbes knew what he wanted to do. He walked over to Chewbacca, and tried his darndest to strike up a conversation.

"Hey, Chewbacca!" he greeted the Wookie. "How are you doing?"

Chewie grumbled and growled in his native language, which Hobbes couldn't understand a lick of.

"Hey, 3po!" he called over to the protocol droid. "Do you mind helping me with your translation skills?"

"Why, certainly!" 3po agreed, and walked over. "Now, what is the problem?"

Meanwhile, Calvin walked over to R2.

"Hey, Bluebell boy! Up for a game of blackjack?" he asked, pulling out a deck of bicycle cards from his back pocket. "I'll teach you!"

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