Hello, everyone. I gotta say, I am not satisfied with how this chapter went. Everything feels like it's a bit janky, and I never included the scene where Luke defends the falcon against the TIE fighters. There is a very good chance that I will be re-writing this later on.

Thank you for reading, everyone, and don't forget to write a short review.

Calvin was bored.

Only minutes had passed since Chewie, Luke, and Han had left, yet he already felt as if he had nothing to do but wait. But he kept at it, devoting himself to protecting the droids.

Still, a part of him accepted the excitement that came from the routine imperial check-in with open arms.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

Calvin snapped his head towards the control console, looking at it quizzically before dashing over to the in-built commpad. Using his Aurebesh lessons with Luke, he found the button for receiving the call.

Beep! "Docking Control A-327, report!" The entity on the other end suddenly stated.

Calvin was caught off guard. "Uh…" he pressed the transmitter button.

"Hangar control A-23 reporting," he responded in as deep a voice as he could. "Erm, everything is alright over here!"

Silence.

"What is your identification number?" the voice asked, not convinced.

Calvin didn't understand. What was the identification number?

"Erm…uh, 72?" He guessed.

Silence.

"Stand by," the person on the other end ordered. "We are sending a small security team of stormtroopers to make sure that you are imperial-"

In a flash, Calvin had unclipped and drawn out his blaster, putting several shots into the commpad. After he made sure that it was broken, he turned to the Droids, who had been watching him with worry.

"Okay, guys!" he told them. "Um, go hide in that closet right there!" He pointed to a nearby supply closet, and looked around for his own hiding place.

Ooh! That'll work, he decided.

"I'm gonna be hiding in this panel under the control board," he informed them.

"But wait!" 3po cried out.

"What's the matter, Golden boy?" Calvin asked.

"What if they find us?" he asked, fear in his voice.

"Well…" Calvin put a hand to his chin, thinking energetically.

"I know!" he declared. "If they find you, pretend that you're imperial droids."

"Are you sure it will work?" 3po asked. "The odds of that tactic succeeding are approximately seventeen to one!"

"Wow, that high?" Calvin said in surprise. "I thought it would be something like, fifty to one."

He frowned. "Look, I'll even lock the closet so that it'll look like you guys were trapped in there if they find you," he said. "And check it out!"

He stooped down to take the communicators from the dead officer and his aide. "I'll give you one of these!" he grinned, handing one cylindrical device to the protocol droid. "That way, we can stay in contact in case something goes wrong!"

And with that, he pressed the button for closing the supply closet.

"But-" 3po was cut off.

Calvin quickly used the dead officer's stolen keycard, and swiped it to change the closet's lock from green to red. He then opened the tiny, octagonal panel that led to the vent inside. Time was of the essence.

Squeezing in, Calvin found it hard to fit his whole body inside, due to the limited space. But finally, he managed to find himself a good position that was comfortable enough. Closing the panel again, he felt a small wave of claustrophobia. Luckily, the panel had several lines cut out in the middle so that he could see through.

And so, slightly uncomfortable, Calvin waited.

And waited.

After a few minutes, Calvin was starting to wonder if the guy on the other end of the line had ever even sent a security team. He mulled over whether or not to go out and check on the cameras when the door sizzled and sparked.

The next second, the door slid open and stormtroopers, five of them, entered the room, guns raised. After sweeping it, they cautiously searched everywhere.

"Clear," the lead trooper reported.

One of them went to open the closet.

No! Calvin's mind screamed.

Finding that the door was locked, the trooper motioned to two of his companions, and they came over, ready to shoot the infiltrator hiding inside. Raising his gun, he blasted open the lock and stepped to one side.

Immediately, 3po began to speak, frightened by the guns trained on him.

"They're madmen!" he babbled as fast as he could. "They're heading for the prison level. If you hurry, you might catch them."

The lead trooper bought it hook, line, and sinker, making Calvin raise his eyebrows in surprise at his naivety. But what really got him was that his subordinates believed it, too.

"You three, follow me!" the trooper in charge commanded, pointing at three of his men. "You stand guard!" he ordered, nodding at the last trooper.

Just like Obi-Wan said, Calvin realized. Who is the bigger fool? The fool or the fool who follows him?

Within a few seconds, the troopers ran out of the room.

Calvin almost breathed a huge sigh of relief, when he remembered the guard remaining in the room.

Okay, gotta get rid of him, he decided, and bided his time.

Meanwhile, in another part of the battlestation, Obi-Wan Kenobi and Hobbes were sneaking through the hallways, avoiding imperial squads and making their way to the power cell of the tractor beam that was holding the Falcon in place.

They suddenly came to a stop at an intersection, hiding while a small force of five stormtroopers jogged in the other direction. Once they were gone, the two warily crept out of their hiding spot.

"Which way now?" Hobbes whispered. Kenobi closed his eyes for a few seconds before answering.

"Over to the walkway," he whispered back.

Finally, Obi-Wan and Hobbes emerged in front of a catwalk suspended over a large, endless metal shaft. It looked as if it went deeper than the Grand Canyon, or maybe even the Mariana Trench.

Then, Obi-Wan silently pointed at a large, circular, metal pillar on the side of the catwalk. It was covered with buttons and dials.

"That's the power cell," he whispered, and both cringed at the reverberation from the words ringing through the shaft. "The switch should be on the back. Deactivate it, and don't fall," he said so quietly that no one could have heard it.

Except for those with enhanced senses, such as tigers.

Hobbes nodded and, after verifying that there were no imperials anywhere, silently padded on all fours onto the catwalk. Once he was in the middle, he inched onto the power cell.

Slowly, clinging onto the pillar's handlebars so tight his paws hurt, he made his way to the back of it. Inch by inch, he finally found himself in front of a large lever that he was sure was the main power control. As he did, he accidentally had a glimpse of the bottomless pit, and his paws clung even tighter to the handholds.

Gritting his teeth, he risked letting one of his paws go and immediately grabbed the lever, pulling it all the way down with his strength. As he did so, it made a humming sound that became lower and lower the more he pulled it down. Finally, the light on the side turned from red to blue.

He grinned at having deactivated the tractor beam, and reminded himself that he wasn't out of the woods yet. He began to make his way back to the catwalk.

Suddenly, the door on the other end of the catwalk opened, startling Hobbes and making him lose his footing. Using his paws, he clung on for dear life as his feet found their places again.

From the other side of the power cell, he heard a scuffling of feet as imperials made their way to the middle of the catwalk.

"Secure this area until the alert is canceled," someone spoke, and Hobbes heard him walk back out of the shaft.

Guards, Hobbes realized. He had beaten them here just in time.

"Do you know what's going on?" One trooper asked.

"Maybe it's another drill."

At the other end of the catwalk, he spied Obi-Wan peeking out of the exit. The jedi pinched his fingers, and struck them forward. Again, Hobbes could feel something strange in the motion.

"Huh? What's that?" the trooper asked. They both turned in the opposite direction to investigate whatever trick Kenobi had pulled. He motioned for Hobbes to come back.

As quick as he could, Hobbes made his way around and slinked off the pillar, but as he did so, the troopers turned back toward him.

"No, I'm sure that I…what in the-"

Thinking instantly, Hobbes ran up to the troopers and with one, powerful shove, pushed them off of the catwalk.

For a few seconds, he balked at what he had done. It just… happened.

Turning, he ran back to Obi-Wan, but could still hear the stormtroopers' lingering screams in his mind.

"Mission Accomplished," he said. "What now?"

"We go back," Kenobi replied. And so, the two began to sneak back, avoiding stormtroopers (with some more trademark jedi diversions) and heading for the docking bay.

Meanwhile, chaos had broken out in the detention block.

Han and Luke had found the princess from the recording, but managed to get themselves cornered in a similar manner that Calvin had been.

"Over there!"

"The intruders are trying to rescue the princess!"

"Stop them!"

Luke, Han, and Chewbacca fired away at the stormtroopers at the far end of the wall, doing their best to keep them at bay. Beside them, the newly released princess Leia gasped as a blaster bolt flew by, barely missing her.

"There isn't any other exit!" Luke yelled.

"I can't hold them off forever! Now what?" Han responded.

The princess rolled her eyes. "This is some rescue," she scoffed, and flattened herself more against the holding cells. "When you came in here, didn't you have a plan for getting out?"

"He's the brains, sweetheart!" Han shouted, gesturing to Luke.

Luke fumbled. "Well- I didn't-"

Leia suddenly grabbed his blaster rifle, wrenching it out of his grasp. She turned to a small grate on the side of the wall, and shot repeatedly, blowing it off.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Han shouted.

"Well, somebody has to save our skins!" she yelled back. "Into the garbage chute, wise guy!"

Giving back Luke's rifle, she squeezed into the chute.

"Growl! Graar, Raar!"

"Get in there you big furry oaf!" Han demanded. "I don't care what you smell! Get in there and don't worry about it!"

With a kick, he sent Chewie flying down the garbage chute and resumed firing at the stormtroopers.

"Wonderful girl!" he remarked to Luke. "Either I'm going to kill her or I'm beginning to like her. Now get in there!"

Soon, Hobbes found himself in the hallway leading to the docking bay.

"Alright!" he whispered to Obi-Wan. "So, which way up to the control-"

Something was wrong, he realized. He started to panic.

"Obi…-Wan…urk!"

Choking, he felt himself being lifted up off of the ground. He only got a glimpse of the perpetrator when Obi-Wan frantically stuck out a hand, launching him through the air.

He crashed, hard. His lungs hurt, and his fur had become bushy, but he could breathe. Gasping hard, he lifted his head and was greeted by a frightening scene.

Obi-Wan had his lightsaber out, and was facing off against a human-like cyborg. Covered everywhere by black gloves, a black cape, a black electronic suit and a black masked helmet, he looked like some sort of evil villain straight out of Calvin's comic books. As he watched, the robotic figure ignited his own, red lightsaber.

Yep, definitely evil.

Hobbes unsteadily got on all fours and started running back to help Kenobi.

"No, Hobbes!" the old jedi exclaimed. "Stay away!"

Hobbes, stuttering at and trying to make sense of why Obi-Wan would want that, suddenly had his own dilemma.

"Over there!" a muffled voice cried out.

Hobbes spun, and immediately dodged a red streak as the stormtroopers in the docking bay began firing their blaster rifles at him. Hundreds of ionized bolts of tibanna gas shot through the air, forcing him to dodge like he never had before.

And suddenly, he went into survival mode, fight edition.

With a deafening roar, he launched himself at the troopers, slamming into one, and not stopping as he turned on another. He was a blur, pouncing around and knocking over soldiers like he was in a pinball machine. No one could hit him!

Standing opposite of Darth Vader, Obi-Wan held out his lightsaber in a defensive stance. He had been having a feeling the Sith lord was somewhere nearby, but couldn't be sure.

"I've been waiting for you, Obi-Wan," Vader said menacingly. "We meet again, at last."

The two started to close in, step by step.

"The circle is now complete," Vader stated. "When I left you, I was but the learner; now I am the master."

"Only a master of evil, Darth," Obi-Wan merely replied.

And with that, the battle was on. Obi-Wan, shifting to his attacking form, lunged at the dark lord, swinging his lightsaber at lightning speed. Darth, only through a swift parry, was able to save himself from being eviscerated.

Suddenly, Obi-Wan found himself on the defensive as Vader delivered several snake-like thrusts and swings. He met every one of them, although already feeling the years of no training, and both of them stopped for a few, short moments to see how the other one was faring.

"Your powers are weak, old man," Darth Vader taunted.

In response, Obi-Wan smiled, shaking his head out of pity.

"You can't win, Darth," he said. "If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine."

And the battle resumed.

In the elevated control room, Calvin heard all of the commotion below and decided that it was time to strike.

The droids, he knew, were safe, up until now. 3po had gotten the guard to let him and R2 go down to maintenance, saying that all of the excitement had made him short circuit (blatant lie). He trusted 3po enough to stay close to where he was.

R2? Eh, not so much. Unfortunately, due to the presence of the guard, he couldn't use his stolen communicator device to check in.

But now that the guard was distracted by whatever was going on (most likely the work of Han, Luke, and Chewie), Calvin reached for the panel. Opening it, he stuck out his blaster and shot the stormtrooper as he turned. He screamed and fell, a smoking hole in his backside.

Looking out of the viewport, Calvin immediately saw the cause of the commotion. It made him gasp.

Hobbes was whirling around, pouncing on stormtroopers so fast his eyes could barely register. But more and more were arriving.

He sprang into action, thinking furiously.

"The turret!" he shouted, and lunged for the control panel. The hanger gun's controls had to be somewhere.

Suddenly, his communicator beeped. Still searching for the controls, he answered it.

"Calvin," 3po said.

"What's up," Calvin asked, running his hands over the controls. "Are you guys okay? I'm kind of in the middle of something!"

"We're alright," 3po confirmed. "We are down in the docking bay, just down in front of where you are. I thought I'd tell you that your tiger friend, Hobbes, is currently-"

"I know!" Calvin exclaimed. "I'm working on it."

Suddenly, a phrase in aurebesh caught his eye.

Gum controns.

"..."

Maybe he needed some more spelling lessons.

Taking an in-built joystick in his hand, he pressed the activation button. In front of him, the turret came to life. And using a targeting screen, Calvin found that he was able to aim.

"Oh, BOY!" he exclaimed. "Time to wreak havoc!"

Hobbes had lost count of how many stormtroopers he had knocked unconscious. And yet, it seemed as if they never ended. He was starting to get tired.

Suddenly, he felt a searing pain in his shoulder as a blaster bolt hit him. "Aaah!" he yelled, and tumbled to a stop right by the landing gear of the Falcon.

He grimaced, clutching his shoulder in pain. He caught a glimpse of the stormtroopers, all weapons ready to fire at him, and his eyes widened.

Suddenly, the troopers all screamed as they were mowed down, the cause being turret fire coming from the docking bay gun. Then, it turned to fire at the passage where all of the other troopers were flooding in.

It's a miracle, Hobbes thought, and then a familiar shout caught his attention. He spun.

"Luke!" he exclaimed. "Han! Chewie!"

Up in the control room, Calvin recontacted 3po while still firing the turret.

"So, what happened?" he asked. "Did Luke call you yet?"

"Well, yes," 3po responded.

"Really?"

"Certainly," he confirmed. "They found the princess, but managed to get themselves stuck in a trash compactor. Luckily, R2 was able to save them before they were smashed to a pulp."

"Well, that's interesting," Calvin said.

"Oh!" 3po exclaimed. "There they are right now!

"Wait, what?" Calvin asked.

"They're heading for the Falcon, I can see them!" he explained. "And they've got the princess! Come, R2, let's go."

"Wait for me!" Calvin yelled and cut down the last few troopers. He gathered up his blaster and ran for the door.

"What are you doing?" Hobbes asked Luke. "You were supposed to stay up in the control room!"

He looked past them. "Is that the princess from the recording?!" he exclaimed.

"Nevermind that," Luke cut in. "We gotta get out of here! Where's Obi-Wan?"

Hobbes' eyes widened. Obi-Wan!

He spun, and found that Obi-Wan was still facing off against the cyborg. They had their sabers locked together, equal in strength and in a stalemate.

"Obi-Wan!" Luke yelled.

Obi-Wan looked over, and seeing that more troopers were now entering the bay, did something tragic that Hobbes would never forget.

He lowered his lightsaber, and the cyborg cut him down with a single swing.

"NO!" Luke cried out, and tried to run to his mentor. But Han and the princess held him back.

"C'mon, kid!" Han shouted.

"Come on, Luke! It's too late!" the princess added.

"Hobbes!"

Hobbes whirled and was met by Calvin and the droids running toward him.

"Get to the ship!" He yelled, and began to do just that, slowed down by his shoulder wound.

As everyone congregated, more troopers arrived, pouring out of every hallway and passage. They fired, narrowly missing Luke as he scrambled into the cargo hold. As 3po made his way on, the ramp began to close.

Reaching out, Hobbes pulled him in. He ducked back inside, and breathed a sigh of relief as the ship took off under Han's skillful piloting.

"Hey, furball," a voice behind him said.

Hobbes turned, and immediately enveloped Calvin in a hug.

"Calvin!" he exclaimed with joy. "Are you okay? What happened?" He asked.

"Urk! Let- go, and I'll explain," the boy promised.

"We have to get out of here!" Han shouted, running past him with Luke, and the princess, Leia. "C'mon, Chewie!"

As the ship flew into outer space, Calvin grinned. "Huh. It looks like you and Obi-Wan got that tractor beam down," he said.

He looked around. "Say, where is Obi-Wan?"

Hobbes sighed, and hung his head.

Alarmed, Calvin pressed further. "Hey, hey! Wait a minute. Is he still in the Station? Why aren't we going back to get him?" he asked, panicked.

Hobbes could barely speak. He looked up at Calvin, moisture rimming his eyes.

"Because he's gone," was all he could say.

Calvin sat in shock, unable to comprehend the statement. Then, tears welled up in his eyes. A single "No," trickled out of his mouth and for a few minutes, the two friends grieved together.

Finally, Hobbes looked up, his cheeks stained with tears. "So… what are we gonna do now?" he asked.

For a while, Calvin didn't answer. What were they going to do?

Then his resolve started to harden, his sorrow turning to anger, and he answered.

"We're gonna make those Imperial jerks pay!" he declared, standing up, and put out his hand.

Hobbes did the same. "Agreed," he said through his tears, and shook hands. And then, the ship blasted into Hyperspace.

:D