That one scene in ROTJ... (humor)

I was just wondering what happened when Luke surrendered to the Imperials in ROTJ.

Your answers can be serious, funny, or in-between.

 

Luke: TAKE ME TO YOUR LEADER.

 

*Waves hand*

LUKE: Resistance is futile...

 

Stormtrooper 1: Boy--sure is creepy out here...
Stormtrooper 2: Yeah--all these damn crickets make me nervous

Luke approaches from behind

Stormtrooper 1: What was that?
Stormtrooper 2: What?
Stormtrooper 1: Did you hear that?
Stormtrooper 2: Quit messin' with me, man!
Stormtrooper 1: I'm not!

Luke appears in the clearing.

Stormtrooper 1: ...it can't be.
Stormtrooper 2: It is...

Luke Skywalker: Have we met?

Stormtrooper 1: Have we met?! Oh man! Fixer? Anchorhead?
Stormtrooer 2: Yeah, and I'm the other one!

Luke: Biggs?

Stormtrooper 2: No-no...not him. You know, the other guy.

Luke: I don't recall...but hey, Fixer! When'd you get off Tattooine?

Fixer: About the time when Imperial Troops burned all the farms near our house looking for droids, shot my parents and conscripted me.

Luke: Ah...right, right.

Fixer: How about you? I heard you joined the Rebels--blew up the Death Star

Luke: Yep'--sure did...I'm a Jedi now, too

Fixer: Really? How's that working out for you?

Luke: Not so bad, I have to confront Darth Vader now, and kill him, though

Fixer: Man--Good luck with that.

Luke: Tha--*boom*
Luke falls to the ground unconcious after being pistol-whipped by "The Other Guy"

Fixer: Eh, I never liked ol' Wormie anyway.

 

EXT. ENDOR-IMPERIAL BASE-NIGHT

Night lies on the ENDOR BASE. A squad of STORMTROOPERS stand guard at the entrance, prepared for any EWOK to attack.

STORMTROOPER
Those Ewoks are vicious!

STORMTROOPER 1138
Much more vicious than those nasty Gungans. And much less annoying, I must say.

STORMTROOPER
Do you think that-

Suddenly, a strange light appears in a hill above them.

STORMTROOPER
What the blazes-

VOICE
Take me to your leader immediately.

The STORMTROOPERS stare at each other for a moment.

STORMTROOPER
Shoot him.

The STORMTROOPERS aim their blasters and miss by a hundred yards.

VOICE
There will be no resistance, I'm afraid.

The figure leaps into the air, igniting a lightsaber and disabling 1138.

VOICE
I'm afraid that the 1138 cameo for Return of the Jedi has been deleted.

STORMTROOPER
What?

VOICE
I surrender.

STORMTROOPER
Really. Why would I allow you to enter the base without-

COMMANDER
Trooper 1139.

STORMTROOPER
Yes, sir!

COMMANDER
Bring the boy inside.

STORMTROOPER
Yes, sir.

The STORMTROOPER turns to LUKE.

STORMTROOPER
Come on.

INT. IMPERIAL BASE-HALLWAY

They enter a hallway.

STORMTROOPER
You know, I was part of the squad sent to Tatooine to find the missing droids.

LUKE stops.

LUKE
You killed my uncle and aunt?!

STORMTROOPER
No, I am Jar Jar Binks.

The STORMTROOPER slowly morphs into a familiar figure that shoots his tongue out and hits LUKE in the eye.

JAR JAR
Weesa going to have lots of fun in da elevater! Come on! Mesa tell you all bout Naboo and where yo momma came from.

LUKE
You remember my mother? My real mother?

JAR JAR
Just a wee bit. Shesa died when you were berry young.

LUKE
What do you remember?

JAR JAR
Just images relly, fealings.

LUKE
Tell me.

JAR JAR
Shesa was very ugly. A slob and shesa very fat when I last saw her. Yousa can see it in mesa new movie, "Jar Jar's Big Adventure" avaiable on yousa TV for fifty dollars. Itsa stars mesa, and how mesa fell in love with yousa mother and how wesa got married and had you.

LUKE
No, that's not true! IT'S IMPOSSIBLE!

JAR JAR
Search yousa feelings. Yousa know it to be true.

LUKE
NOOOOO! NO!

JAR JAR
Yousa can destroy Boss Nass. Mesa have seen it. Itsa is yousa destiny. Come with mesa. It is the only way.

LUKE jumps out the window, and dies.

JAR JAR
So much for mysa new apprentice.

 

By late Endor's eve the self proclaimed Jedi Knight Luke Skywalker had made his way deep into the enemy camp crossing the endless assortments of native flora.

Considering the size, -to say nothing of the thunderous sound from miles away- it didn't take Luke long to locate the Imperial patrol that made its rounds near the outer perimeter of the Imperial encampment.

An All-terrian, armored transport. -AT-AT, for short-laid directly ahead. A stray memory clicked through Luke as he started his jog across the forest floor; Memories of the battle of Hoth where there to, Luke had sprinted across the landscape intent on getting under a similiar metal beheamoth and destorying same with a scalpel-like incision from his lightsaber-

But this was different Luke reminded himself as he closed the distance. For starters Commander Skywalker, -at the time- was armed with his fathers blue bladed lightsaver from another era;

And of course he was also packing a standard issue photon grenade.

There was no such device on his person now, Luke mused as he side stepped the fortress sized 'feet' of the towering walker. Nor was Luke sporting his fathers saber.

No, 'Commander' Skywalker was gone. He died in the bowels of Bespin's Cloud City when he came face to face with his darkest destiny.

'Jedi Knight' Luke Skywalker however was here, and equipted with the only item he required;

His self-constructed green-bladed lightsaber. Crafted with devotion, love and desire to fulfill his destiny.

If he could properly arrange a reunion with the Dark Lord of the Sith: Darth Vader, -His father- Luke reminded himself.

And to do that:

With a snap-hiss, Luke ignited his saber into the darkness and followed through with his sprint past the AT-AT. Taking the lead in front of the walker like an olympic sprinter bearing a torch, Skywalker waved the saber overhead, as if flagging down the very beast in an age-old arena.

Of course in those cases the 'beast' in question was usually a tad smaller and couldn't train a pair of double-blasters on the prize-fighter!

Skywalker ran another 3o meters before the AT-AT 'acknowledged' Luke's presence and opened up with a warning shot from its anti-personel blasters.

The lethal rain scoured the grassland just a meter off from Luke!-

And just as suddenly as the blasters fired, Luke came to a dead halt, extinguished his saber and remained perfectly still.

Upon raising his hands well into the air to indicate his 'surrender'

The Walker closed the distance, blocking out the overhead illumination of the Emperors new battle station...

 

^ Ooh! Very exciting!

Do those periods at the end mean you're going to continue it?

 

Luke: (using Jedi Mind trick( "You will take me to Lord Vader".

Commander: "I will take you to Lord Vader"

Luke: "You will buy me a chocolate fudge sundae"

Commander: "I will buy you a chocolate fudge sundae"

Luke: "Good, and make sure you get some extra toppings on that".

 

^



For some reason that made me crack up.

 

I was just wondering what happened when Luke surrendered to the Imperials in ROTJ.

LUKE, POINTING AT STORMTROOPERS WHO HAVE THEIR GUNS DRAWN...

"Darth Vaders my daddy, so don't *&#@ with me!"

 

Two Imperial Stormtroopers stand guard outside the shield generator on the moon of Endor.

STORMTROOPER 1
This blows.

STORMTROOPER 2
Huh?

STORMTROOPER 1
We're guarding the shield generator. For the new Death Star.

STORMTROOPER 2
Yeah?

STORMTROOPER 1
Think about it. The big honkin' Death Star is in orbit around this rock. There are several Star Destroyers patrolling around it. Heck, the Command Ship is up there!

STORMTROOPER 2
I don't see your point.

STORMTROOPER 1
What is the likelihood that any Rebels would find their way down here to disarm the generator?

STORMTROOPER 2
It's a big moon. They could come from anywhere.

STORMTROOPER 1
Are you daft? Do you forget who you work for? This entire moon is being monitored. No one gets down here without authorization.

STORMTROOPER 2
Okay. Maybe you're right. So what?

STORMTROOPER 1
So what? So we're on **** detail, that's so what!

STORMTROOPER 2
We're not on **** detail!

STORMTROOPER 1
Blast it! Big honkin' Death Star, multiple star destroyers, a command ship, every inch of this forsaken rock is being monitored . . . no one gets this far without either destroying the fleet (not bloody likely) or being authorized!

STORMTROOPER 2
Hairs on a Wookiee, you're right!

STORMTROOPER 1
Well, of course I'm right. I've been doing this long enough to know when I'm being screwed with.

STORMTROOPER 2
Why do you suppose they stuck us out here then?

STORMTROOPER 1
It's all your fault.

STORMTROOPER 2
MY fault?

STORMTROOPER 1
I told you someone would snitch about that "special shipment" of yours.

STORMTROOPER 2
My mom sent me that!

STORMTROOPER 1
So now it's your mom's fault.

STORMTROOPER 2
It's nobody's fault!

LUKE
Excuse me?

STORMTROOPER 1
I don't know why I hang out with you. You're always getting me into trouble!

STORMTROOPER 2
If I'm such a jerk, why did I hook you up with that dancer chick back on Coruscant, then?

LUKE
Uh, excuse me?

STORMTROOPER 1
That green-skinned deviant? She made me be the woman!

LUKE
Hello? Turning myself in here!

STORMTROOPER 2
(to Luke)
Would you please mind your own business? We're talking!

Both stormtroopers stop talking and look at Luke quizzically.

STORMTROOPER 1
Who are you?

LUKE
I am Luke Skywalker, Jedi Knight. I've come to turn myself in for crimes against the Empire.

Both stormtroopers consider Luke's statement for a moment. Stormtrooper 2 excitedly turns to his partner.

STORMTROOPER 2
I told you we weren't on **** detail!

STORMTROOPER 1
Oh, shut up. It's a trick. A test or something.
(to Luke)
Who are you, really?

LUKE
I am Luke Skywalker, Jedi Knight, and a Commander for the Rebellion against the Empire. I am turning myself in.

STORMTROOPER 1
Jedi Knight, huh? Cool. My friend here is a magical dancing minch.

STORMTROOPER 2
Hey!

STORMTROOPER 1
You're no Jedi.

LUKE
You will take me to Lord Vader.

STORMTROOPER 1
I will take you to Lord Vader.

LUKE
You will deny knowledge of any other Rebels on this moon.

STORMTROOPER 1
I will deny knowledge of any other Rebels on this moon.

LUKE
You will quit being a **** to your friend.

STORMTROOPER 1
I will quit being a **** to my friend.

LUKE
Let's go.

STORMTROOPER 1
Let's go. You're under arrest. Let's go.

Luke smiles as Stormtrooper 1 puts him in binders. Stormtrooper 2 leans in to his partner.

STORMTROOPER 2
The guys will never let you live this down.

STORMTROOPER 1
How will the know?

STORMTROOPER 2
I am going to tell everybody!

The stormtroopers escort Luke away.

L8r

 

Hey Darth_Digital, do those periods at the end of your post mean you're going to continue it?

Because I'd love it if you did!

 

Ya flatter me kid.

Here ya go;

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"Commander?" The AT-AT driver called out. "We've secured from troop dispatch."

Standing directly behind the walker crew station, the intended recipient, Commander Igar nodded and reached up for the overhanging sensor-scope. Like a periscope of ancient sea dwelling ships, the sensor scope was Igar's 'best friend' when it came to getting fast answers in the lethal ecology of the santuary moon. "Very good." Igar said, and leaned in to rest his brow against the reassuring cold of the sensor visor. Switching to infared Igar watched as his platoon made their way towards the black garbed human.

A classic 'leap-frog' approach for the troops noted Igar. The troop sargent lead the way with two corporals watching his flank. The white armored trio took refuge behind the upper port side walker leg-

And a gesture later; Three additional support troops advanced towards the lone figure just beyond the assortment of trees. And seconds later four remaining troops poured out from behind the lower fuselage of the walker and made good on forming a semi-cirlce around the lone traveller-

And Igar permitted himself a tight smile. So far the loneman didn't offer any resistance. Which was good if the rebel was what the commander suspected;

A Jedi.

The sargent moved in, with the other troops fanning out around the suspect Jedi, their blasters all trained and ready to disentagrate in a heart-beat. And again, the lone figure remained still with not so much as a flinch.

A thorough search of the prisoner followed-

Nothing. He was unarmed; Except a small metalic cylindrial device clipped to his leather utility belt. That came as a surprise to the sargent. "Commander." The stormtrooper leader reported via his comlink; "Prisoner secured. He's unarmed."

Inside the AT-AT, Igar stepped clear of the sensor scope and retracted the visor upwards with a hard slap. "Unlikely." He replied. "Keep him there, if he so much as makes a hand gesture crisp him on the spot."

Outside, the Stormtrooper sarge smiled beneath his helmet. "Understood sir."

Igar's voice filtered through the sarges helmet; "I'm coming down."

"Acknowledged."

And with that, Igar gestured to the driver crew. "Lights." He ordered.

A moment later an underside panel of the walker opened to reveal a pair of flood lights that turned the immediate vacinity into virtual daylight.

Igar had the grim satisfaction of noting the captured rebel squint from the sudden illumination.

Moments passed until the Commander, -under additional guard- approached the suspect Jedi. Igar forced a calm through his frame. He was no fool to history, he was well aware of the Emperor's 'protocol' on identifying practioners of the forbidden Jedi religion-

And he certainly recognized a lightsaber when he saw one.

The Commander closed the distance, the black clad rebel stood his ground-

Igar broke the ice; "Understand this," He said. "I see so much as a twitched finger and you'll be a smoking crater before you draw you next breath."

At first the rebel seemed taken aback, as if surprised not by the words of Igar but rather his accent. No surprise to the commander of course. In his twenty years of service to the Empire he'd learned to avoid throwing in with the cliched lot of the officer corps that all-too-often developed that 'arrogant 'Coruscanti accent'. A rare one Igar was.

Regardless, the man in black gave a reassuring, almost gentle smile in return. "I understand."

Again, no fear in the rebel! A bold one!

Igar narrowed his brow. "And no 'verbal spell casting'," He warned darkly. "My men are trained to react to 'mind tricks'."

"Really?" The rebel asked ever-so-calmly.

"Indeed." Igar retorted with dark humour. "It'd be a credit toss as to which of us they'd burn down first."

The rebel nodded.

And Igar gestured to the sarge. "Binders."

The trooper nodded and moved in to secure the rebel in restraints, again the young man offered no resistance.

"That's better." the Com

 

Darth_Digital: This is really, really good! I love Luke's calmness in front of the Imperials. Are you planning any more? It'd be really cool for Igar to somehow overhear the beginning of the conversation between Luke and Vader.

"The Emperor has been expecting you."

"I know...Father."

That would certainly drive him nuts, wouldn't it?

And you should think about posting this over at Fan Fiction! You'd probably get a lot of responses over there.

 

Darth_Digital: WOW! That was FANTASTIC!

I cracked up when you mentioned Igar's accent.

Great job!

 

Thanks. I don't know about further stories with Commander Igar. Other then perhaps the after math of the battle of Endor I don't see where to place him in a story. Theoretically he went off to search for rebels and most likely got a recall when the assult started.

Of course I didn't see an AT-AT's at the bunker raid so hmmmm...

*Ponders this*

As for fan fics I've wrote a few in these pages, just little ones with posed questions like Binder-Lovers question about Imperial Shuttles, or the Hippie Leia Ewok thread.

I have wrote two fics in the fan fic section.

1. "Episode IV: The Empire's new hope." An AU Comedy. In the Saga forum.

2. "Jedi Venture: A Master Yoda and Padawn Mace Windu adventure" In the Before the saga forum.(Work in progress.)

By all means check them out, tell me what ya all think.

Warning. "Jedi Venture" is not recommended for those unable to contain laughter...

 

I just realized something. We only saw one AT-AT all through ROTJ.

That means Igar had HIS OWN PERSONAL AT-AT!

And it had an awesome name, too! It was called Tempest.

How cool is that?

 

They give NAMES to AT-AT's!?

That's nuts!!!!



It was mid-day in the Endor forest when Commander Igar had found the source of the problem. After a thorough six hour patrol of the outer perimeter he'd noticed the ole gal limping and in pain.

Quite unusual for such a lovely lady such as the 'Tempest'

Naturally, Igar ordered the crew to bring the matallic beheamoth to a halt and made a exterior inspection.

Nothihng. Everything seemed in order, save for the occassional servo whines and hisses from ventral gasses.

Igar stood there, his brow creased in thought, when suddenly, just beyond a collection of local shrubbery a tiny, pint sized local ambled out of the flora and gestured to the forward starboard foot of the walker.

Igar strained his ears to pick up on the native dialect when suddenly it struck him like a speederbike collison against a thousand year old tree;

The foot!

Turning with a new sympathy towards the walker, Igar gently patted the aforementioned leg assembly and urged the walker to lift its foot up-

Again with straining servo-mechanism's the old gal 'Tempest' complied and raised its foot as requested.

A quick inspection later-

"Ah ha!" The Commander exclaimed in victory and proceeded to remove the wooded splinter that was jammed within the pad creasing.

So no wonder the AT-AT was limping.

"That's it girl." Igar said soothingly as he cleared away the sharp debris. "Everythings alright now."

And with a metalic sigh of relief, the 'Tempest' lowered her foot back onto the forest surface.

With that, Igar moved to attend the walker and stopped short of the tiny creature.

"Thank you Endor citizen." He said kindly. "Move along...move along..."

 

By the way, Darth_Digital, you characterized Igar very well!

Luke, too! If I had been ordered to remain motionless like he was, I bet as soon as Igar said that I'd have to scratch my nose.

 

(Just read your latest post)

LOL! The Tempest was limping because of a SPLINTER!

 

*theatrical bow*

If you'd like a good SW related giggle, check out my fan fic in the 'Before the Saga' forum.

"Jedi Venture: A Master Yoda and Padawan Windu adventure"

Tell me what ya think.

 

Well so much for Commander Igar's search. They weren't out for more then an hour into the surrounding forest when the 'new orders' came through.

Special orders.
Specific orders.

Orders from the Emperor himself, who had something 'special planned'.

Far be it for Igar to question the Emperor of course, and yet, it was out of his supreme loyalty to the New Order that he dared to second guess his master. "Are you absolutely sure of this your highness?" Igar asked getnly. "I mean no disrespect of course sire, its just that to remove the 'Tempest' so far away from the landing platform-"

"Do not concern yourself with the vulnerbility of the garrison, Commander." Said the holographic projection of the Supreme ruler of the Galactic Empire. "Everything is proceeding according to plan. Remove your transport to the Northern sector and await further orders."

And that was that.

"Yes your highness." Commander Igar replied quickly. As if there was anything else to say on the matter. With a concluding low bow of respect, the Commander keyed for deactivation of the quarter sized holo-porjection and returned his attention to the driver and gun crew. "You heard his excellency." He said aloud, making it offical. "Prepare to get underway."

The driver nodded in turn and got busy adjusting the navigation yoke. "Yes Commander."

And with that, the AT-AT Walker 'Tempest' charged into motion, crashing through the lesser flora and proceeded deeper into the Endor forest.

By local twilight, the AT-AT had neared the perimeter boundry of the Northern sector and powered down; Least they risk detection by nearby interlopers.

And by the late eve, save for the abundance of local wildlife, it was absolutely quiet.

Too quiet.

No radio traffic. No progress reports. Not even a passing speeder patrol.

Absolutely nothing. This was infuriating. All Igar could do was lounge around the control deck, occassionally checking in on the fourty 'passengers' stationed within the troop deck.

Not that Igar found much pleasure in the company of four squads of battle hardened clones. Instead, Igar found other means of diversion. Occassional diagnostics on internal systems for example.

Again, hardly diverting as his crew kept the old girl in tip-top shape since the Hoth campaigns. No, there was nothing to do. At best he relieved the monotomy of his boredom by re-playing the earlier conversation with the Emperor through his mind;

"You've done well my friend," Palpatine had said, congratulating him personally for his apprenhension of the suspect rebel near the south marker. Igar was pleased beyond compare. There was even hints from his Highness of a promotion for him.

'General Igar' Oh, how he liked the sound of that! General Veers might not, but hey, those were the 'breaks' in the Imperial hierarchy right?

And such prospects of additional 'fruit salad' on his uniform were almost enough to alleviate his growing unease about deserting his post at the garrison. Sure, they had an entire legion of troops, and six AT-ST walkers as backup, however-

No, the uneasiness wasn't fading in the least.

And the concerns remained well with him till the next morning.

Again, time passed for what seemed an eternity.

Worse; His concerns escalated when it became apparent by late afternoon that even a scrambled high-security transmission wasn't getting through.

"I don't like this." Igar said more to himself then his walker crew.

His subordinates picked up on it however. "Perhaps its part of the Emperor's trap." The gunner offered.

"It is in keeping with General Veers tactics." The pilot seconded. "If the rebels are here, we wouldn't want them listening in now would we?"

Igar scoffed. "As a matter of conventional military wisdom gentlemen, this is an undisclosed communications blackout."

Igar paced back and forth within the compartment, stifiling the urge to 'down scope' and search the area for rebel interlopers. "And a communications blackout could mean only one thing; Invasion."

The crew exchnged warning glances. C

 

Within the AT-AT, the gunner and pilot's jaws dropped in unison as the Death Star II faded into oblivion.

"Did you see that?!" Yelped the gunner.

"No," Snapped the pilot. "And neither did you, so shut up!"

The gunner trembled in his seat. "No, I didn't see anything-"

Suddenly, the entry blast door snapped open and Igar burst onto the deck. "Did you see that?!" He demanded.

"Yes sir!" The crew replied in unison.

"Fire up the drives!" Igar roared, old battle senses coming into play. "We're heading back!"

The crew gulped back a reply and snapped to it, clearly terrified.

And for hours the AT-AT was deadly quiet, save for the thunderous echo from the Walkers drive mechanism.

Commander Igar had already informed the fourty clones of the rebel treachery and were clearly itching for a fight.

The forward crew on the other hand were hoping that the good Commander would give into common sense and surrender their transport.

No such luck.

Worse, as the Walker picked up speed, Igar's emotional well being was begining to fade. Curses became mumbles, mumbles became quiet whispers, whispers became conversations he was having with himself!

And to add insult to injury, the crew were starting to get answers.

The communications jamming had been lifted. More specifically they were intercepting Rebel transmissions. War cries, jubilation;

Igar violently shook.

Revenge!

It was when the com-unit picked up; "The Emperor is dead! Long live the Alliance!" That Igar really lost it.

Revenge!
Avenge the Emperor!

The gunner and pilot exchanged worried looks. "He's lost his mind!" Whispered the pilot.

Revenge!
Avenge the Emperor!
Death to the Alliance!

The gunner nodded. "Mad as a fracking Naboo Hatter!"

The AT-AT continued its violent plow into the Endor depths. Night fell and even more pieces of the puzzle fell into place.

Long range sensors picked up a slight ionization disturbance near a small clearing. Naturally Igar ordered the Walker to investiage.

A few dispatched troops later-

And Igar was hyper-ventilating. "Are you certain Sargent?"

"Yes sir," The Stormtrooper sargents filtered voice replied. "Judging by this funeral pyre and the armored remnants I can only conclude these are the remains of Lord Vader."

Igar's face turned crimson.

Revenge!
Avenge the Emperor!
Death to the Alliance!
Justice for Lord Vader!

The AT-AT pushed forth.

And by late twilight the Walker had neared the remains of the landing platform.

Remains being the operative word as Igar studied the substansial forest fire that served as another funeral pyre of sorts. The bunker, platform, dish assembly, all of it!

Destoryed!

Slapping the sensor-scope upwards, Igar burried his face in his hands and wept further.

Revenge!
Avenge the Emperor!
Death to the Alliance!
Justice for Lord Vader!
For the honored Imperial dead!

And again, the AT-AT charged forth.

More time passed when the crew went into a panic!

"Ships approaching! X-Wing class!" The gunner yelled out.

Igar retracted the scope and dared a look. "They're on a strafing run! Fire up the main guns! Prepare to-"

He broke off as understaning hit him hard. They weren't attacking!

They were celebrating!

Fireworks!

They dare!

Of all the impertinence! Did they know who they were dealing with!? This was Commander- This was GENERAL Igar they were dealing with!

And they have the gaul to fly by and open up with party favors?

PARTY FAVOURS!?

"Come back and fight!" Igar roared as the X-wings flew by oblivious of the AT-AT.

Again the crew exchanged worried glances, and moments later the AT-AT carried on.

Revenge!
Avenge the Emperor!
Death to the Alliance!
Justice for Lord Vader!
For the honored Imperial dead!
Party favours!?

Igar paced the deck. "We must strike back! Oh yes rebel scum!" Igar roared.

"THE EMPIRE WILL STRIKE BACK!!!!!"

 

Luke Skywalker, Jedi Knight had never felt so content. So complete until this eve.

The Emperor was gone. His father redeamed to the Light Side of the Force, and his friends were safe.

And who said the Ewok's didn't know how to have a good time?

No torch went unlit, the little furballs laid out a good spread, belted a festive tune, and really knew how to cut a rug on the dance floor.

Add to that, additional fire works, Imperial helmets turned into war drums and Mon Calimari wind instruments played well in concert.

They even rolled a good tobacco; But Luke didn't favor the pipe. Nearby, his closest friends were in good spirits. Han and Leia were drawn into a embrace of love and happiness, Chewie and Wedge were caught up in the festivities -even the droids were happy- And then there was Lando groving -albeit, out of synch- with the music.

All was well.

And better still, just out beyond the log catwalk stood the 'ghostly' apparations of Ben, Master Yoda, and his father redemed; Anakin Skywalker.

They smiled, equally pleased that all was well, balance had been restored to the force. He'd never seen Ben and Yoda look so happy.

For that matter, he'd never seen his father in such a state before either. For starters he looked so young, but on the flip side, the reformed Jedi was sporting a smile perhaps a tad-

Sinister?

Well, Luke was sure his father would work on that next time he appeared. For that matter perhaps the hair style as well.

Call it old school upbringing, perhaps Uncle Owen's influence, but Luke just felt that with the rise of the New Jedi Order, that better groomnig might be in order.

After all, isn't it the father that's supposed to tell the son to; "Get a haircut?"

Luke smiled anyways, he was just glad to see them together-

Leia appeared suddenly, and with all the love and care in her delicate, beautiful features invited Luke back into the circle of warmth and love.

Again Luke smiled down warmly at his friends.

Lando continued to sway.
Han smiled.
Leia laughed.

All was well.

Nothing could go wrong-

When suddenly, without warning, the Ewok community felt a sudden thunderous quake pass through the village!

A moment later the boom returned! And again, and again and again-

And it was getting closer!

In unison, the Heroes of the Alliance turned from their 'graduation pose' to regard the drama-

Only to jerk enmasse as directly ahead, from out of the towering flora appeared an All-Terrian-Armored-Transport!

Luke spared a quick glance towards the nearby force ghosts;

Yoda's ears had gone low-
Ben's eyes had gone wide!

And Anakin's demonic grin had vanished...

Leia broke Luke's musings;

"I thought you destoryed that thing with the bunker explosion Han!" Leia said, her voice breaking.

Cracking a lop-sided smile, General Solo was taken aback. "Its not my fault-"

Disco-Lando froze; "Han old buddy, you sure let us down."

"Its not my fault!" Han Protested-

And all hell broke loose as the AT-AT opened up with both the chin mounted double blasters and their light temple cannons!

The Princess was the first to snap out of it. "Scatter!" She ordered.

And the party was over.

In droves, the crowd bolted in all directions; The explosive din exceeded only by the collective screams of Ewok panic.

Artoo rolled across the cat-walk beeping away, followed closely by his protocol droid counterpart;

"Party crashers!?" 3P0 exclaimed. "Artoo-Detoo this is hardly the time for jokes! Oh my!" 3P0 quickened his pace. "We're doomed!"

Wing Commander Wedge Antillies of Rogue Squardon was running in circles; "Where's my X-wing!?" He screamed out in panic. "I'm useless without my X-wing-"

Another series of blaster fire rained down on the crowds!

Nearby, the reining Alliance leaders huddled near a collection of huts, lead by Spec Force leader General Crix Madine; "Re-group! Re-group!"

Behind him, Mon Mothma and the Mon-Cal Admiral Ackbar plowed into him as they tripped over the shell shocked Ewok's Chief Chirpa and Logray!

 

Oh wow! It's serious and funny at the same time!
I cracked up when Wedge screamed "Where's my X-Wing? I'm useless without my X-Wing!"



By the way, I know what would REALLY drive Igar off the deep end!

He looks through the-- well, whatever it is that they see out of-- and sees Luke! The Rebel that he captured!