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From the writing desk of James Ruggeri, Esquire. Dated 02 January Two Thousand and Sixteen, dictated but not read.


The story you are about to read is one I never thought there would be much interest in. After all, it was written in the December of 1977, read once by an executive producer that will go unnamed, and then promptly dismissed without issue. The company that commissioned the work went on to greater and greater things, and I moved on to greener pastures. There couldn’t have been more of an amicable split, I assure you. No matter what the press might have dug up about my relationship with Lucasfilm Inc, I have nothing but respect for the man and his company. 


My side of the story however, has not been told, and I thought it would be a good idea to let you behind the curtain of my first, and thankfully only, brush with the film industry. Most of you are aware of my later internet endeavours, my stories I’ve been writing and sharing for some time. But once upon a time I was a young, up and coming author, with everything to prove, and not a penny to my name. This was the author that met the man, the legend, George Lucas, to discuss the future of the Star Wars saga.


The movie that is now well known by the title Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope, was for a considerable amount of time called Star Wars, and only Star Wars. Sometimes The Star Wars in print, if they were thinking of getting fancy. It broke just about every box office record, and stormed into the public consciousness as THE film to be watching over the summer. I was a graduate of the UCLA writing program, and my buddies and I spent most of 77 enjoying the cool air of the screening rooms of our local cinema. On weekdays they showed nothing but Star Wars, so we’d sit on the back row, smoking a couple joints, and just enjoying our late adolescence. By the end of the same year, it was said I’d aged ten years, and you’ll soon understand why.


In my spare time I’d been working on a number of counter culture works of fiction for the magazines circulating at the time. Most of these tales went without a byline, it just wasn’t done back then, but in my most famous story, Covenant Descendancy, a fantasy tale of a wizard who went to school, which was coincidentally ripped off a number of years later, I was afforded the privilege of including my name next to the final lines in the chapter. In those days, everyone got off on the most far out reading material, minds were expanding, and everyone was competing to expand theirs the most. Published today, Covenant Descendancy might have been smiled at and then forgotten. A story about a boy wizard turned girl and the magical adventures she endured around school, culminating in a dark encounter with a great evil, it was simple stuff. For whatever reason, it really resonated with the general public.


Readership of the publication jumped through the roof, a sequel was rushed out to slightly less acclaim, but an even higher surge in sales, and soon my name was quite well known around LA and the surrounding areas. A New York publisher was hounding me for a signature, tv scripts were rolling in for doctoring, and I was even given the opportunity to co-write a movie for the producers of Moonraker. All of these offers, whilst gracefully considered, were nevertheless passed on. I wanted to work on my own stuff, but more than that, I didn’t want anything to change between my buddies and I. All I needed was a couple of cokes, a pack of Marlboro slims, and to watch Star Wars on the big screen. 

To be continued...

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A Long Time Ago, In A Galaxy Far, Far, Away...

STAR WARS II: Whill of the Force

An elated rebellion had dispatched their greatest hero, LUKE SKYWALKER, 
and his friends aboard the MILLENNIUM FALCON, to the furthest reaches 
of deep space. The young JEDI has recently discovered evidence of lost JEDI 
artefacts: objects of great power that could finally turn the tide of war.

With no time to lose, they are nearing the forgotten world of TALLANTYRE VI, 
long abandoned since the earliest days of the Old Republic. Their hopes lay buried 
beneath the soils of the ancient system, but so too awaits their doom. 

1

10.5 Parsecs into Kessel Run


Luke at been attempting to sleep in one of the Falcon’s R&R quarters when the scream of blaster bolts shook the whole ship. He cleared his mind, as the Old Wizard had taught him, and reached out with the Force. Without resorting to panic, he took a deep breath, before rising from between the sheets. Something was wrong. It only took a moment to storm through the corridors to the cockpit, where the two pilots were continuing their attempt to evade the imperial attack.


“Han? Is everything ok? I felt-” Luke tried to sound authoritative, but the smuggler knew him too well to ignore the slight waver in his voice. He might have become adept at using the force, but he certainly wasn’t a Jedi yet.


A TIE Fighter flew past, ion propulsion systems scouring the glass with distortion, before swerving and coming back on them again for another attack run. Beyond it, a Super Star Destroyer, one of the Empire’s finest war ships, with more cannon fodder on the way.


“It doesn’t matter what you felt kid, it’s not good.”


“Why didn’t you wake me? You could use a gunner!” 


All Han could hear was that same farm boy he’d picked up on Tatooine. The two of them might have come a long way from the Mos Eisley cantina, but that didn’t change anything. Han was the Captain.


“You know what kid? You can help out, or you can shut that mouth of yours. We’re working on it.”


Chewbacca sounded a whine in agreement and then proceeded to continue pounding on the controls. Luke doubled back to the heavy gun attached to the top of the ship almost at a half sprint. It required traversing a ladder, and to plug himself into the systems while upside down, but he was used to far worse back home on the moisture farm. There sure were a lot of ships heading their way, a lot more than they’d been able to fend off before. The stabilisation drive and the power functions were already feeling the strain, and the primary lighting failed just as he connected to the ship’s computer. One solid shot and they were finished. Bathed now in darkness, it did give him a better view of the outside. He felt alone in the stars, just like the Death Star, back when he’d meant nothing to the world.


Having Leia around for support might have helped, or the droids, but they were still back with the Alliance fleet. The original intent for the mission was to get Luke to an old backwater planet in the Outer Rim, of which the Alliance had heard some rumblings that the Jedi had been investigating it a long time ago. Seeing as how the only soul in the Galaxy to have been trained by a Jedi in the past twenty years was a member of the Alliance, it made perfect sense that he be sent along with the mission. There was no knowing what they might find among the trees and rushes of the empty world, but Luke was hoping it was a miracle.


Han had one job, one job, but his blustering had got them into trouble all over again. He might have been able to fly the Kessel Run in less than 12 parsecs, but did that necessarily mean he had to? The Falcon might have been the fastest ship in the galaxy, but speed was relative, and it didn’t matter how fast they could run when the Empire lurked behind every turn? Luke didn’t think so. There was the unmistakeable bitter taste of the Dark Side throughout this area of the cosmos, the last time he’d felt it was in the presence of Darth Vader. He dreaded the thought of being close to such a powerful monster, but at the same time, the anger and fear of recent grief burned deep within the burgeoning Jedi, despite his attempts to hold it back. 


He could still see the two of them, across the cargo bay…


Ben had certainly thrown him in the deep end, but the opposite was also true. The old man had been living quite the content existence on the plains of Tatooine, and it had only been the arrival of himself and the droids that had been his doom. Luke had been struggling to contain the anger, more than usual. His teeth were gritting as he squeezed the controls, letting blaster fire rain down on the small crafts buzzing about their ship, shattering their exterior defences and collapsing the pods down into nothingness. A silent explosion in unkind space.


Han and Chewie were doing an excellent job of piloting the ship. If they could get the navigation computer to plot a path through the incoming waves of fighters, then they would be able to fire out toward the planet, where they would be safe from the firing. It was a losing battle however. Constant enemy movements had stifled this plan and they were burning too much fuel on their sublight engines, and that Super Star Destroyer was getting too close for comfort. Luke had taken out ten to fifteen ships when Han finally caved, the smuggler instincts perhaps flaring too much. Standing their ground would only get them killed, and space was three dimensional, they didn’t necessarily need to plough on ahead. The Alliance could wait, they’d made him wait before.


Evasive manoeuvres, not exactly Han’s style, but something he was more than adept at. Twirling the ship through the air, Luke was bashed about in the tiny confines of the gunnery gallery, but he still managed to pick off another couple. Another light blinked out against the stars, and still the snare of the dark side, all around them. It was rearing up, like a coiled Krayt Dragon, about to strike.


And then they stopped. 


The engines almost blew apart, but they were held in place by some kind of outside force.. The Super Star Destroyer must have moved into traction range. Or something even more powerful.


“Any ideas kid?” Han murmured from the cockpit to no answer.


“What about you fuzzy?”


Chewbacca let out a gurgle. He was scared, they were all scared.


“We’ve gotten out of worse situations,” Luke offered, dropping back down from the gunner’s den. Han took a look out of the window to see an entire Imperial armada.


“Have we?”


-


Fighting would have gotten them all killed. The Imperial Navy did not quibble when it came to a military engagement. As far as Luke was concerned, they were lucky to have escaped with their lives. Stormtroopers marched them from their hiding spaces on the Falcon and the three were separated into different areas of the ship, with Han and Chewie being escorted onto an elevator. Luke was unlucky enough to be forced to climb up to the observation bridge, where their captor awaited.


Grand Admiral Samble was not an old man, nor was he particularly plump, as many of his contemporaries ended up after a lifetime’s worth of feasting and repression. He was a tall man, gaunt, with thick eyebrows, and thicker worry lines on his forehead. While his physique was impressive, even though he had ditched the Stormtrooper corps at an early age, there was still something deeply unsettling about the seated man. He still engaged in a strict and rigorous Imperial exercise regimen, which caused him to cut quite the figure in his imperial attire. Even whilst seated he dwarfed Luke by comparison.


“Admiral Samble, this is the gunner who took out our men.”


Samble eyed Luke up and down, as if recognising an old acquaintance. The feeling in the room was distinctly off.


“Rebel scum, I’ve seen more than my share of your sort in my time.”


As the guards made sure that the electro bracelets were secured, Samble nodded at them to disappear. He wanted to interrogate the prisoner himself. The bridge was sparsely populated as it was, with most of the crew at battle stations, but after a moment the two had the place to themselves. As the turbo lift sealed, leaving only the hum of the reactor core, his face softened, losing all of the wrinkles. He did just look so normal, which was what was so troubling. 


“I apologise for the inconvenience. I understand you killed more than thirty of my best pilots. Commendable Captain Skywalker, you have demonstrated your skill, but not without giving yourself away.”


He rose, tall and muscular, Luke didn’t flinch, he was feeling that same rage again. The Empire just brought out the worst in him.


“Only a Jedi could be so precise, and so wilful in the face of oblivion.”


Luke looked away.


“Indeed, you are perhaps the strongest force wielder in the entire galaxy, save for my masters. It is an honour to stand before someone who could break planets and destroy galaxies all with a thought. Though it is all the sweeter to have you as a prisoner, and in chains. You will be pleased to know my plans do not require you to remain in chains, as long as I will it.”


“What plans?”


Luke was trying not to be scared, or angry, but his emotions were getting the better of him. This was the first real challenge he’d encountered since the death of Old Ben, and it was getting to be significantly more difficult.


“You’ll see in good time. I must enquire…” he smirked. “Why the Alliance would see fit to dispatch their last best hope off to the edge of space? The Galaxy’s most wanted man. A murderer of millions. With a man and beast that you are known to associate with, travelling in the same ship that is well known to have shot its way out of a spaceport in Mos Eisley, escaped the Death Star, and then participated in its destruction. My superiors will be thrilled to know you have finally been reprimanded, even if it was an easy task.”


“But you aren’t going to tell your superiors.”


“Perceptive.” Samble smiled. “Perhaps I’ve underestimated you.”


Luke didn’t know why he knew, but this man especially seemed to exist solely to cause harm. The stink of death was on him.


“You’ve underestimated the power of the force.”


A chuckle from the Admiral, which was unexpected.


“I believe it is you Skywalker, who has forgotten the power of your own energy source. We will be arriving at our destination soon, and then all shall become clear. For the moment…”


An intense pain in the back of his neck, which spread until it overwhelmed his whole mind. He felt the ground coming up at him, and then nothing for a good long time. The metallic scent of a cell floor, a soft smoothness of expensive sheets, the unnatural sickly taste of recycled air, the anger of thousands, and the fear of millions. While he slept, the ship rumbled on, reaching the planet without a single interruption.


Luke however was allowed to sleep while the final preparations were met, and only awoke to find himself in the back of a troop transport flying across the planet’s surface. Samble sat at the head of the assembled, with ten Stormtroopers to prevent the Jedi from moving. It was the likelihood of another mind attack that kept Luke in check, he knew what would happen if he disobeyed orders,  so he decided to bide his time. Han and Chewie would certainly be coming soon to rescue him, he had no doubt about that.


When the back doors to the pod opened, he found himself on a lush, green, world, one with a comfortably warm sun in the sky, and a fresh taste to the air. Clean, and without Imperial perversion, as of yet.


“Tallantyre VI, one of the last planets untouched by the iron will of the Empire. No longer.”


Samble climbed out from the pilot station at the front of the craft, wearing his finest attire. Polished and ironed to perfection, without a line out of place. He was the epitome of everything the empire had managed to achieve.


“Was it fortune that brought us together Skywalker? Or something greater perhaps? Some might say it was the will of the force.”


The sense of Dark Side filled Luke’s mind again, but it wasn’t coming from Samble, no matter how much it waxed and waned with the intensity of his rhetoric. 


“Come.”


The delegation continued a short way on foot, before arriving at a clearing in the trees. An Imperial dig site, with archaeologists and surveyors rushing back and forth in the background. At the centre was a small device, but Luke sensed great evil, to the extent that he almost buckled and fell to the ground.


“At last.”


Samble walked across the grass, letting his boots dip into the mud, while Luke was carried by the two nearest troops. Their leader grasped the source of the ill feeling, a small purple rock, and inspected it in the light. 


“Magnificent is it not?”


He showed it to Luke, despite the Jedi’s obvious discomfort.


“This is the reason we were brought together Luke. This…”


His expression hardened from his look of elation, belaying the feeling beneath. Fury, and a stoic animosity.


“Kneel.”


Luke was lowered down into the mud, as the rock was placed in front of him. There was power here, far more power than he’d been exposed to before.


“I was raised through the ranks at the Corellian Academy. I consider Vader to be an underling. The Emperor has promised even greater command more than you shall ever aspire to. And through all their bluster, their desperation for order and for security, I noticed their conviction was… lacking. Even the Emperor himself, a desire for power is one thing, but to be blinded by it, leaves you, exposed.”


Luke had began to jerk about, the power rushing through his veins, his heart rate accelerating painfully.


“And where do you fit in to my plans? Well, it’s simple. Power is something required for me to change this Galaxy. I have no innate force abilities, where once thousands of monk men existed that could break the foundational laws of reality apart, that leaves me with a distinct disadvantage. But, through you, as you are a conduit to the force, you are my conduit to power. Power that can be moulded, malleable, by this device here. They call it the Cylene Crystal, an artefact from long before the end of the republic. Legend has it that ancient Jedi males found themselves lacking in when it came to understanding the nature of the force. I don’t know how it found itself on this world, but here we are. As it is innately directed through the emotional spectrum, they were at a weaker compared to their female counterparts. This all became heresy as time went on, dogma. Initially, they pooled their resources to create a system where… Well.. You can see now can’t you?”


It was true, through Luke’s shirt, a pair of budding breasts had started to grow, jutting out into the air, warm and sensitive, soft and sensual, pressing against the tight material of the flight outfit. His hands were shaking, through panic mainly, but he was held in place. Nowhere to run.


“You saw before, when in the presence of a Jedi, I am able, for some reason in my biology, to use your powers against you. As I did by disabling you earlier. But to have you as a woman, as someone powered even more completely by emotion, able to even more deeply understand just what the nature of the force is, we will have access to unimaginable strength.”


Luke’s blonde locks curled about his shoulders as they continued to lengthen, his pants were becoming unbearable tight in the hip and thigh regions, with the material beginning to split. It would  have, had his height not reduced significantly, down half a foot. The breasts had continued their progression, reaching the size of a hearty handful, and then some, and then some more. They heaved up and down in time with his fast paced breathing. His face had become near unrecognisable, faint features, but defined in their femininity. Huge, perfect eyes watched in wild fear as a few tendrils of bleached hair descended in front of her forehead. Lips curled and then bloomed, as she began to cry.


“If I’m not mistake, the transition is not complete until…”


Something between his legs, and yet everywhere too. Every inch of skin crawled with soft relaxation and burning hunger both at the same time. It felt as if he had been lowered into a deep warm bath. But in his nipples, and in a fleshy absence between his legs, a force was rearing. Where his maleness had once been, a receding need now breathed into life, dripping wet and twinging with pleasure, his abdominal muscles tensed in time with the growth of the sensation. A climax was inevitable. Eyes burst wide, mouth moaning in satisfaction, and then the feeling.


The ground rumbled, and a blast of energy pushed the surrounding Storm Troopers down to the ground.


“Ah, there it is…”


Luke was panting, the orgasm had been intense, rippling through his body, transforming each and every cell as it went. The rock had done its job. He’d never felt quite so closely attuned to the Force.


“Skywalker, you’ve done a brilliant job. I shall arrange our transport back to the ship, I’ll require more inspection of you later, which I feel shall be enjoyable for the pair of us, judging by that display.”


The woman catching her breath on the floor leant forward, letting her arms touch the ground, and her face held slightly up above the dirt, butt in the air. Her hands were still bound, but it didn’t matter at that moment. Something had awakened in her, the force itself. Maybe women did have a closer tuning to the nature of the life force. And the prospect of being alone with her captor didn’t seem so bad any more, if he could make her feel like that again. That need hadn’t dissipated, it had only increased in depth.


He gave her a knowing look, taking in her beauty.


“We will accomplish greatness together, young Skywalker, I promise you that.”


-

2

“Does my appearance disgust you so?”


Luke’s quarters were flush with exotic and expensive fineries from worlds stretching the length and breadth of the Galaxy. Yet with all the trappings of excess surrounding her, the room was never anything but a prison cell. She’d been allowed the freedom of the space, with no chains or restraints to prevent escape attempts, but she had known this would have been for a reason. Imperial Super Star Destroyers were renowned for their structural integrity, and were the primary vehicle for transporting prisoners for precisely this reason.


Samble stalked into the room the size of a rancor, but with the fluid grace of a Dark Jedi initiate. He was an enigma, and the more Luke found herself attempting to probe the reaches of his mind, the more she realised he was exploring of hers. The truth of the matter was that no, she did not find him disgusting in the slightest, but was putting up a formidable front in that respect. She’d been forced into that room to sit and stew for the best part of two days, with no other visitors other than anonymous looking guards and Imperial medics for company.


“My friends…” She started, already not knowing how to finish.


Her captor took this as an invitation to enter, his boots clicking on the immaculate floors of the cell. It had been constructed for high value political prisoners, and had only been used on the few occasions that the Empire had seen fit to ransom the members of belligerent royal families. It was a rare show of negotiation in a system that had become renowned for its cruelty and its malice. It was also no coincidence that Samble had commissioned the quarters to be built, and had also led the negotiations with the grieving families of those he had taken. He was a man of tremendous ability to get the job done. In a way his methods were far more sadistic than that of the blunt force the military normally employed. He was the twisted knife, where Vader was the falling hammer.


“Your friends are… intact. For the moment. Can I offer you some refreshment?”


As if en cue, a bevy of waiters and attendants walked into the room with a relaxed precision, all business, but impressive all the same. They had with them a jar of iced water, chilled to perfection, and some perfectly aromatic foods lurking beneath fine containers. All she had to do was say the word. She hadn’t eaten since her capture, and the hunger was becoming a strain to control.


She shook her head. The pain would rise again, as would the urge to submit. But she was a Jedi in training. Even in her new body, she had the strength of will to fight for what she believed in. Samble didn’t take well to this, nodding curtly to his staff, who left the food behind and promptly made themselves scarce. The door was closed with a boom behind them, and a solemn silence that he was daring her to fill. 


Without warning he stepped up onto the velvet sheets of the bed, wresting the covers from her, and exposing the body underneath. Her clothing had not been in any sort of condition that would have been considered seemly for someone in the care of the Empire. After a few hours of shocked trauma, a package had been delivered at her door. Nakedness was preferable to the contents of the parcel, but only for so long. The cameras in the ceilings were placed so obviously that she knew she was being watched. It was a tactic for breaking her. They would watch her every move, cold, clinical. There was nothing she could do. Aside from submit.


One little defeat after another didn’t mount up to much in her mind. So on went the black uniform, that of an imperial captain, with the knee high boots that hugged her calves so tight, and the officer’s tunic that wasn’t quite large enough to fully contain her breasts. But the relative modesty meant she could turn her mind to more important matters, namely, escaping. The embarrassment of her transformed body could be held in check for the immediate present. Her mind was poised and ready. It was troubling that her Force powers weren’t even strong enough to lift the package off the floor, nor were they able to even press the button on the door across the room. She might not have learned much at the hands of old Ben Kenobi, but she had learned rudimentary telekinesis. Something about Samble’s words had her worried her powers hadn’t disappeared since her time on Tallantyre VI, that they were being perverted and stolen to service the new power in the galaxy.


“A captain’s uniform befitting your rank, and clothing befitting your new gender. There aren’t many females within the officer’s corps, just as there aren’t any in the stormtrooper legions. Over a billion soldiers serving His Imperial Majesty, as well as myself, and you are but one of twenty commissioned female captains in the whole Empire.”


That revelation took her even more off guard, and were it not for Samble’s hands gripping her wrists so tightly his hands had bleached white, she would have wrestled herself away. He was close to her now, too close for comfort, too close for the newfound emptiness inside. She couldn’t bear his presence, but the more he remained, the less she could resist.


“I’m an officer? This uniform-“


“No it’s not just for show. I meant what I said down on the planet’s surface, before you just about levelled an entire mountain range. If I am to be successful in my bid for the Galaxy, I will need a partner in you. A partner. Not a slave, not a pawn, not a prisoner, but a partner. Someone who I can rely on and trust. I know this won’t make sense now, just as a lot of what has happened still won’t. But I will make you see… My vision… Of the Galaxy that works.


The Rebellion you fight for, what do they seek? Order? Peace? No. I think not. You could have your peace and order if you put down your blasters and put an end to this pathetic civil war. What you want is struggle. What you want is the same stuff that life is made from. Let the Emperor have his sterile universe, when the people can have something fulfilling, something raw, something real.


The only price is a decision. To embrace yourself, and the will of the Force. Do not fight your conflict, do not fight the allure of the darkness. Accept both facets as they truly exist, not as a choice between extremes, but as aspects of a whole. The conflict you feel is nothing to be feared, in fact, it is exactly what you seek. To chart your own course, your own decision making process, to find your own place in the galaxy. I can help you chart that journey.”


A kiss, light and without pressure, on her forehead. She smelled sweet to him. He didn’t linger for long, while just being close to the ailing Jedi flushed his reserves with heretofore untapped power, he didn’t want to spook her. The conflict should remain in its natural place, within. There was time to tempt her further, this was but the start of a great adventure he knew.


“Captain Skywalker, I shall take my leave of you. But think on my words, and trust yourself. You are the answer to your own dilemma. Especially now.”


He left the room in a flourish, leaving the door closing while his cape was still fluttering through. Luke lay shellshocked in the confines of the uniform, clad totally in the darkness, and with nothing but space floating by outside the blast screens, it was hard not to see a new side to the galaxy. Perhaps the reason the Jedi were no longer around was that they no longer served a purpose in a more complicated culture. The Empire had eradicated them with such ease and permanence that it was possible they were a dying breed. Old Ben had told her much of where the Jedi had ended, but hadn’t said much about where they had began.


Turmoil. Utter turmoil. Alone in The Force, more so than she had been in her whole life, she didn’t have much to turn to than the recesses of her own consciousness. A Jedi knew their feelings, and trusted the power of The Force to guide their experience of the world. But no one had told her what to do if she was kidnapped by her enemies, dressed in their clothes, enrolled in their ranks, and tempted with the promise of an empire to control. A way to make a better galaxy, she knew she could do it, if she had the chance. Ben Kenobi had been conspicuously brief about what to do when a chance to make a difference for good was placed so tantalisingly close. Was sacrifice not the way of the Jedi? She didn’t know. She was too young for this, she was barely trained, and only knew the way as far as the light shone. But immersed in darkness, she was truly lost.


-


Below decks, Han Solo and his fateful friend had been separated at opposite ends of the ship. The Wookiee had been quietly disposed of on a craft bound for the Imperial shipyards nearby. He would make a fine slave. With strong bodies and weak minds, Wookiees made excellent labourers, he would fit in with his own kind rather well. He couldn’t care less as it was. The smuggler wasn’t worth much to anyone, so he didn’t know quite what to do with him. Killing him would be a waste of good laser, and putting him to work would definitely end in some kind of mishap. The man was a rogue in more ways than one, he wasn’t going to play ball, definitely not. The Skywalker girl was in a perfect state to make her own way, but Solo had set his path long before the Empire had captured him. So, for the moment, he was simply taken once more into custody, and brought through the ship to the hanger they had entered on.


He was cracking wise and making the best of a bad situation, trying to bargain his way past the guards, and generally trying to have a good time with himself. Han Solo wasn’t someone that was in awe of the might of the galactic empire, nor was he someone that could be reasoned with or intimidated. A simple mind in a simple man, concerned only with living day to day and the ever fleeting search for credits.


“Captain Solo, it’s so good to finally meet you,” Samble pronounced across the hanger. The place was deathly silent, as only Solo’s boots made any sound at all.


“You know, the pleasure’s all yours,” he mugged, to which the Grand Admiral gave a wry smile. 


“There’s something about you Solo that I must admit I admire. A way you can keep those emotions bottled up behind several layers of smarm is impressive.”


“Smarm? Excuse me?” He gave the stink eye to a nearby trooper. 


“Yes, quite. A man who loves nothing but himself. And money.”


“That’s right Commander. How about you load me up with some change and drop my friends and I off at the nearest planet? No harm done.”


Though there is one thing you love more than money Solo, and I have it right here behind me.”


Samble gestured up to the Corellian freighter docked in the hanger. Han’s face turned away from a grin.


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         

“Now I see it, someone who finally recognises just what I’m capable of.”


So here it is, finally, my fabled Star Wars Story. It's been a long time in the making, but I'm so happy to finally get it out there for everyone to read. I wrote the preface as a means of explaining the strange naming convention of the story, but I guess it would also be prescient to explain it here too. So basically my story takes place almost immediately after A New Hope, everything that happens in the movies after is thrown out, so this is my sequel to the first movie. I'm not professing to be a better writer than Lawrence Kasdan, who is a master as far as I am concerned. But it's fun to make up Star Wars stories, everyone's done it, I've just written mine down.

It's been a hell of a lot of work, and I understand I've uploaded the first chapter in an unedited form already, so I threw in the second for good measure. The preface will go into the writing process a little for those who are interested, but for those who aren't there's a pretty good story in there too! I'm excited to hear the reactions!
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