Star Wars/Armageddon Crossover

[adea]

The team spent the rest of the day modifying the armadillo, a small three man vehicle specially designed to navigate the terrain on the asteroid.

‘Mothma! Somebody tell me what this is. Plastic ice cream scoop? What'd that cost? About $400’ shouted Obi Wan, flinging the metal object to the side, as his team mates continued to rip apart the armadillo.
Qui Gon winced as Obi Wan, Kit and Neeja continued to rip apart the expensive machine.


‘You know, this whole thing kinda makes me feel a little like Han Solo...you know’ laughed Plo as he and Anakin cleaned various armadillo parts.

‘No no no no....if anybody's anybody, I'm Han and you're... Chewbacca’ chided Anakin, cleaning the wrench in his hands.

‘Chewy?’ said Plo incredulously. ‘Have you even seen Star Wars?!’


‘Theed control has some of the finest pilots in the Galaxy, and they’re gonna give you a taste of what flying up there’s like’ smiled Qui Gon, as he indicated to the moustached man behind him. The man stepped forward.

‘Im Captain Garex Rahn, Theed Air Force, and im gonna take you pansies up their and show you what real flying’s all about’. The drillers shifted nervously.

‘Im gonna twist ya....and im gonna flip ya.....and the louder you scream....the faster we’ll go!’

‘Aaaaaahhhhh’ screamed Kit, as his pilot performed a spectacular barrel roll.

‘Take me down...TAKE ME DOWN!’ Kit pleaded.


‘Umm, i just thought id let ya know....i have a small fear of aaaaahhhhhh’ cried Anakin, as the smirking pilot flipped through the air.

Obi Wan smiled warmly at the sight before him. His team limped towards him, terrified by the experience they’d just had.

‘Sorry about the vomit’ apologised Agen, as Neeja and a pilot supported him back into the hangar.

[adea]

The next day, Obi Wan approached Qui Gon with a proposition. Tomorrow, the mission began.

‘Jinn...hey Jinn!’ he called. Qui Gon turned from a tech, and he and Mundi strolled towards Obi Wan.

‘What is it?’ asked Qui Gon.

‘I want you to give the boys a night off’ stated Obi Wan. Qui Gon shook his head.

‘Nope, can’t do it, it’s a security risk, what if one of them talks’ he began.

‘Yeah....and what if they get up there and forget what they’re fighting for? You’ve seen them they’re ready to crack....it’s only fair that they get to enjoy what might be their last night on Naboo with their families’ said Obi Wan, a note of finality in his voice. Qui Gon was about to reply, when Obi wan cut him off.

‘You got family Colonel?’ he asked.

‘Two girls’ replied Mundi.

‘Wouldn’t you like to spend tonight with your little girls?’ he asked. Mundi nodded. Qui Gon sighed.

‘Alright, ill see what i can do’.


Obi Wan turned a corner into a large room, where he saw Plo messing around with some equipment.

‘Plo, you seen Padmé?’ he called. Plo straightened up.

‘Umm, yeah, she’s in the hangar with Anakin’ replied Plo. Obi Wan growled a little, and Plo’s eyes widened.

‘Wait, Obi Wan, did you say Padmé? I thought you meant Kit!’ he cried.


Obi Wan stormed into the hangar, but was stopped in his tracks by what he saw.

Anakin sat behind Padmé, kissing her shoulder gently. Padmé closed her eyes, and gasped gently. Obi Wan was about to stop them, when he saw Anakin pull the strap of Padmé’s dress back up. Anakin smiled into Padmé’s hair, then reached forward, and took her hand.

‘Will you marry me?’ he whispered, slipping a small ring onto her finger. Padmé stared at the ring, and turned her head to Anakin’s, beaming. They kissed lovingly, neither noticing Obi Wan quietly slip back into the corridor.

Neeja approached Obi Wan tentatively.

‘You know, Anakin isn’t that bad, he does love her’ mused Neeja. Obi Wan ignored him and carried on walking, as Kit, Plo, Rockhound, Neeja, Agen and Saesee followed.

‘Obi Wan, listen to me, it’s perfectly natural for Padmé to be doing this’ started Plo. Obi Wan stopped and glared at Plo.

‘Listen, Padmé’s growing up, and she’s becoming curious about her body, and i know what it’s like to have your hormones pulling you in every direction, its crazy’ continued Plo.

‘Plo! You are about five minutes older than Padmé, so forgive me if i dont listen to your pearls of wisdom’ snapped Obi Wan.

‘Obi Wan, Padmé grew up! It’s not her fault she turned into a full blown hottie!’ exclaimed Saesee.

‘What!’ spat Obi Wan.

‘Oh come on, she is hot’ said Rockhound.

‘Obi Wan, she is fully hot!’ replied Agen.

‘Hey, that’s my little girl you’re talking about’ growled Obi Wan.

‘In all fairness, we all helped raise her, so we all feel like a bunch of daddies here’ reasoned Kit.

‘Well I’ll be damned if i worked hard all these years so my little girl could marry a roughneck...she’s better than that.....better than all of us’ replied Obi wan sadly.

[adea]

Obi Wan approached a small monument set just outside of Theed Space control. He saw Padmé sitting cross legged in the centre. She turned her head, and rose to her feet as her father approached.

‘I got your note’ said Obi Wan. Padmé smiled.

‘I..uhh...i just wanted to apologise for the way I’ve been acting lately’, mumbled Padmé. Obi wan shook his head.

‘Padmé, you dont have to apologise for anything’, he paused, and sighed, ‘I shouldn’t have dragged you around with me all these years..when your mom left...i didn’t know what else to do’. Padmé grabbed her father’s hand.

‘I love my life, i love everything about my life.....mom left us both, remember’ soothed Padmé. Obi Wan fought back the tears as his daughter pulled him into a fierce embrace.

‘I love you Padmé’ he whispered.

‘Promise me you’ll come back’ Padmé pleaded.

‘I will sweetie’ he replied. Padmé pulled away from her father.

‘Say it’ she demanded.

‘I promise you Padmé, I’ll come back to you’ he smiled. Padmé hugged her father again.

‘If it’s not too much trouble...could you please bring my fiancé home too’ she whispered.

‘Oh force...’ sighed Obi Wan painfully.


Neeja slowed to a halt outside a small cottage surrounded by flowers. He watched a small boy playing on the front porch. A pretty, red haired woman came to the porch, Neeja’s ex-wife Sabé.

‘What are you doing here?’ frowned Sabé, folding her arms across her chest.

‘I was just passing by and...’ Neeja’s voice trailed off as the small boy stood up.

‘Who's he?’ asked the boy, looking at his mother.

‘That man's a salesman’ replied Sabé, crouching down, ‘Would you go inside?’ The boy retreated to the house, ‘Thank you’ smiled Sabé, she then turned to Neeja.

‘He...He got big’ smiled Neeja, emotion washing over him at the sight of his son.

‘You can't come around like this’ started Sabé, anger in her eyes, ‘The court says you can't. It confuses him’.

‘No I know’ responded Neeja, nodding, ‘I just... wanted to say... that I'm sorry...and...I got something coming up. It's something kinda big. You just might be proud of me’ he smiled, then his expression became serious, ‘Would you do me a favour? Would you just give him this. You don't have to tell him who it's from just...’ Neeja stepped towards the edge of the porch, placing an exact replica of the Shuttle Freedom onto the ground.

[adea]

Rockhound sat in a small, dingy office, as his friend Vinnie handed the money to him.

‘This is a pretty big loan. Why don't you count the credits?’ suggested Vinnie the loan shark.

‘Nah’, smiled Rockhound, this feels like a hundred thousand to me’.

‘I'm giving you this for 60%, I hope you know what you're doing, because I'll bust your head with a sledgehammer’ threatened Vinnie.

‘You'll get your credits back!’ grinned Rockhound.

Vinnie raised an eyebrow, ‘You don't look too healthy, you're not gonna die on me are you?’

‘Let's just say no more than you are’ laughed Rockhound, turning to leave.

‘Thanks Vin!’ he called back.


Plo, Kit, Saesee, Agen and Rockhound entered the seedy strip club. All around them, scantily clad women of all races danced naked and half naked, shaking all that they were born with, or most likely what they’d enhanced with cosmetic surgery, in front of the many men drooling over them. The five drillers settled themselves in the V.I.P corner, courtesy of Rockhound's large sum of money. Word spread of his wealth, and soon, girls approached them, dancing erotically as the drillers showered them in credits.

A large bulky man glared at the drillers, jealous of all the attention they were getting. He signalled for his cronies to join him.

‘Hey, why dont you share some of those credits, you’re hogging all the action’, spat the bulky man. Rockhound laughed and threw a credit at him.

‘Here, why dont you go buy yourself a neck’.

‘You little..’ the bulky man launched himself at Rockhound, and began punching him. The cronies soon caught on, and began attacking the drillers. The drillers, however, weren’t going to go down without a fight, and laughed as they pummelled the drunken men.


Padmé giggled, as Anakin kissed her bare stomach. They lay beneath a large tree, as the sun set on Anakin’s last day before the mission.

‘You know what I was thinking?’ mused Anakin, lying next to Padmé. Padmé smiled adoringly.

‘What?’

‘I really don't think that the animal cracker qualifies as a cracker’ Anakin replied, studying the small cracker in his hand.

‘Why?’ grinned Padmé, staring at Anakin lovingly.

‘Well’ started Anakin, smiling impishly, ‘cause it's sweet, which to me suggests cookie, I mean well putting cheese on something is sort of a defining characteristic of what makes a cracker a cracker. I don't know why I thought of that, i just...’

Padmé shook her head, giggling. ‘Baby, you have such sweet pillow talk’. Anakin gazed lovingly into her eyes and smiled.

‘Baby, do you think it’s possible that there's someone doing this very same thing at this very same time?’ asked Padmé quietly, as Anakin kissed her stomach lightly. Anakin looked up.

‘I hope so’, he replied, ‘otherwise, what the Sith are we trying to save?’

Padmé gasped, smiling, and pulled him down into a passionate kiss. Anakin broke the kiss and lifted her into the air, spinning her around, both of them laughing. It was the perfect way to spend their last night.

[adea]

‘You are SO messin' with national security right now, man!’ screamed Rockhoud, as several police officers through them against a wire fence, ‘You are FIRED tomorrow morning, I'm tellin' ya! I'll get the CIA and the FBI, you'll be workin' security at Toys R' Us!’

‘We’re astronaughts man, we gotta be in a shuttle tomorrow!’ called Plo.

‘Yeah we’re astronaughts’ shouted Agen.

‘Yeah we’re all astronaughts’ laughed the bulky man who’d stated the fight.

A beautiful blonde dancer approached the fence.

‘Goodbye mr.astronaught’ she said sultrily.

‘No no no baby, im goin in space tomorrow and i wont be coming back’ cried Rockhound desperately as the stripper pouted and giggled.


In the beautiful city of Moenia, its citizens bustled about on their daily business, chattering happily. No one on Naboo knew of the threat that was hurtling towards them, until now.

Several children in the streets gasped as a large fireball descended from the sky, leaving a trail of smoke behind it. Buildings rumbled, and people began to rush about in panic and confusion, as the small asteroid hit the ground. A giant shockwave raced through the streets, destroying everything in its path.

Back in Theed, the techs rushed around, confirming the hit in Moenia. General Windu slowly put down the link, and turned to Qui Gon.

‘Well, its out...everyone knows’ he sighed. Qui Gon stared at the floor, then turned his head to the many news reports now playing on the screens.

He exited the room, and lowere himself to a chair. He winced, and adjusted the brace on his leg. Obi Wan entered the room, and walked over to the desk, leaning against it.

'You scared?' asked Qui Gon. Obi Wan nodded.

'You know I'd be up there with you, damn leg' he spat. Obi Wan chuckled.

'I remember the name of every pilot that qualified for the space program....I always wanted to be one of the guys who went up there....got a mission badge...' smiled Qui Gon wistfully. Obi Wan listened sadly, as Qui Gon continued.

'Back then, it was all about the skill, the passion....the adventure....now, it's all politics....they've all forgotten why we travelled into space...' continued Qui Gon.

'Why's that?' asked Obi Wan. Qui Gon turned, and smiled.

'For the adventure'.

Obi Wan chuckled again, and looked out over the vast control room.

'Good luck up there....we're all counting on ya' smiled Qui Gon.

[adea]

The next morning, the team of drillers climbed into their spacesuits in silence. In a few hours, they would become heroes of Naboo. They filed out of the changing room, into a large hall that lead them outside.

Padmé stood to the side, and embraced her father.

‘I’ll be home in a couple of day honey’ he smiled, kissing her cheek.

‘I know’ smiled Padmé.

The rest of the team filed past, and last of all, came Anakin. He pulled Padmé forward, and pressed his forehead against his, and began to sing.

‘All my bags are packed, im ready to go, im standing here, outside your door...’ Padmé giggled, as he continued to sing.

‘....I hate to wake you up....to say goodbye...so kiss me..’ he kissed her, smiling against her lips, ‘...and smiled for me, tell me that you’ll wait for me, hold me like you’ll never...let me go...’

Anakin wrapped his arms around Padmé, and lifted her into the air, his singing becoming louder.

‘Coz im leaving, on a jet plane...i dont know when I’ll be back again...’

Kit turned and smiled, deciding to join in.

‘Leavin, on a jet plane, i dont know when I’ll be back again...’

Padmé and Anakin giggled, as Rockhound joined too.

‘Leaving on a jet plane, i dont know when I’ll be back again, leaving on a jet plane, i dont know when I’ll be back again..’ they chorused. Agen grinned.

‘Whoooaaaaaa Whaaaoooooaaaaa, i dont know when I’ll be back again...’ they continued to sing. Anakin turned to Padmé, and kissed her fiercely.

‘Im marrying you as soon as i get back’ he grinned.

‘You bet your ass you are’ smiled Padmé.

He left her, and took one last loving look at her, before joining his fellow drillers in the entrance; where outside, hundreds of reporters awaited the first glimpse of their heroes.

[adea]

Whilst Obi Wan, Anakin and the rest of the plasma riggers and astronauts are presented to the world, King Organa makes a speech to the entire planet of Naboo.

Obi Wan readied to lead his team past the endless array of photographers and journalists. King Organa stepped up to the podium, to address the world about the mission ahead.

‘I address you tonight, not as the King of Naboo, not as the leader of a planet....but as a citizen of humanity’.

A small child in a Nubian farming house runs to his tiny holo vid player, watching the speech in awe.

‘We are faced, with the very gravest of challenges....the Journal of the Whills calls this day, Armageddon....the end of all things’.

Across Naboo, families join together to hear the speech that will go down in history as the greatest speech the Galaxy had ever known, best friends, husbands and wives, brothers and sisters come together in peace and hope, all eyes and ears on their leader.

‘But for the first time, in the history of Naboo, a species has the technology to prevent its own extinction’.

Obi Wan began to lead this team of heroes down a large red carpet, past the journalists. A slight wave...a polite smile, is all they get. There are more important things to be done.

‘All of you praying with us need to know that everything that can be done to prevent this disaster is being called into service’.

The crowds began to roar as Obi Wan and the team headed for the large speeder that would take them to the specially designed shuttles needed to withstand the gravity on the asteroid. Padmé looked down sadly at her ring finger and smiled. She saw Anakin entering the speeder, and raised her hand in farewell.

‘The human thirst, for excellence, for knowledge, every step up the ladder of science...’

The speeders left the crowds, towards the two large shuttles awaiting them.

‘Every...adventurous reach into space...all of our combined modern technologies and imaginations...even the wars we have fought have provided us the tools....to wage this terrible battle....’

The asteroid slowly creeps closer to Naboo....mere hours away.

‘Through all the chaos and disappointment, through all of the wrongs and the discord, through all of the pain and suffering, through all of our time....’

Obi Wan exits the speeder first, closely followed by Anakin and the rest of his team. Anakin stares up in awe at the monstrous shuttles before him.

‘There is one thing....’

Back in Theed, a small boy stares intently at the holo player.
‘Mom, that’s salesman’s on T.V?’ he calls. His mother drops the commlink she’s holding, shocked to the core.

‘...That has nourished our souls, and elevated our species above its origins...and that is our courage!’

The heroes of Naboo walk side by side towards the lift that will take them to the shuttles.

‘The dreams of an entire planet are focused tonight, on those 14 brave souls, travelling into the heavens’

Qui Gon stands in an empty room, alone, slowly resting his forehead sadly against the wall.

‘That mans not a salesman’ smiles Sabé in their home, as they watched the speech on the screen, hugging their son, ‘that’s your daddy’.

‘May we all, citizens the world over, see these events through’.

Thousands of Nubians pray at a great temple.

‘God speed....and good luck to you’. The speech ended, and journalists instantly began bombarded King Organa with questions.


The two teams exit the lift, and head down a bridge that split in two.

‘Freedom crew’ said a tech, pointing to his left, ‘Independence crew’ he pointed to his right. The team split, and headed towards their shuttles. Obi Wan and Anakin stopped, and faced each other.

‘You alright?’ smiled Obi Wan. Anakin grimaced.

‘Yeah...considering I’ve never been this scared in my life...yeah im good’. Obi Wan chuckled.

‘Take care of yourself up there kid’ said Obi Wan, as Anakin turned away. He turned back, and gave Obi Wan a reassuring smile, before they parted. They climbed into the shuttle, ready to face their destiny.

[adea]

Qui Gon clapped his hands together, ‘Alright, T-Minus 2 hours till lift off, begin launch sequence’.


‘How ya holdin up Plo?’ asked Anakin brightly, as the space tech began strapping them in.

‘I'm great, I got that "excited/scared" feeling. Like 98% excited, 2% scared. Or maybe it's more. It could be, it could be 98% scared, 2% excited but that's what makes it so intense, it's so – confusing, I can't really figure it out’ laughed Plo, clearly terrified. Plo turned to the technician strapping him in.

‘Can you make mine really tight, coz I don't wanna fall out. I mean, almost to the point of cutting off circulation’.


‘You know we're sitting on four million pounds of fuel, one nuclear weapon and a thing that has 270,000 moving parts built by the lowest bidder. Makes you feel good, doesn't it?’ winced Rockhound, as the tech strapped him in. Obi wan chuckled, wincing slightly as he was strapped in.

‘You know, it must be some consolation that if the space program goes under, you could always get a job at Helga’s House of Pain’ smirked Rockhound. The tech gave him a withering look, and pulled the strap a little more forcefully than necessary.


‘T-Minus one minute till lift off’ sounded a tech. Qui Gon turned on his comm. head set.

‘Alright guys, it’s about to begin, you’re already heroes, just sit back and enjoy the ride’.

‘T-Minus 45 seconds, ignite primary boosters’.

The shuttles began to shake, below them, the boosters ignited, causing smoke to begin pouring from the engines.

‘T-Minus 20 seconds’.

The shuttles shook even more, Anakin gripped the sides of his chair, bracing himself for the launch.

‘T-Minus 10...9...8...’

The shuttled rumbled loudly.

‘3...2..1...we have lift off for the Independence’

The Independence shook fiercely, and slowly began moving towards space. Smoke billowed from the shuttle, as it took off from the ground.

‘2...1....we have lift off for Freedom’.

Freedom took off, meters behind the Independence. Padmé grinned as she watched the shuttles from afar.
The techs inside began cheering.

‘Control, they’re all yours’ sounded a voice.

‘Alright keep an eye on them, they’re not out of the woods yet’ called Qui Gon.

The two shuttles exited Naboo atmosphere, soaring into the heavens.


‘Whoa’ gasped Anakin, as he opened his visor, and gazed into the vast sea of stars before him.

‘This is space!’ cried Plo in awe, ‘See this is just the beginning part of space, we haven't even got to outer space yet!


Back in Theed, Qui Gon and his team prepared to guide the shuttles into docking with the space station.

‘Alright, begin docking procedure, and prepare to board’ began Qui Gon.

‘Well it's about time, I haven't thrown up in about an hour’ replied Rockhound sarcastically, causing Obi Wan to chuckle loudly.

‘Now remember, cosmonaut Yoda has been up there for almost two years....alone....so dont be surprised if he's lost it a little’ chuckled Qui Gon.

‘Initiating docking sequence’ called Panaka.

‘Yoda, begin gravitational spin’ instructed a tech.

Inside the space station, Yoda floated towards a switchboard, and typed in a series of numbers.

‘Hello control, gravity...ohhh...gravity, feeling i am’ he cried.

‘Okay, that’s it....take it nice and slow’ said Qui Gon to the shuttles.

The shuttles inched their way closer to the space station, docking with it perfectly.

‘They’ve docked’ called a tech.

‘Begin refuelling sequence’ called another tech.

[adea]

The two teams exited their shuttles, carrying large pipes.

‘Okay, freedom, go left’ instructed Mundi, as Obi Wan, Neeja and Rockhound took a left, ‘and Independence, take a right’.

‘Welcome, you all are, to Naboo, space station’ announced Yoda, popping out from nowhere.

‘Whoa!’ exclaimed Anakin, jumping. Yoda surveyed him.

‘Yes....do you will, follow me’ the little green alien ordered.

‘Put this on, you must, cold, very, it is’ he continued to mutter.

Anakin took the bulky coat and a fur lined hat, and followed Yoda down a large pipe, into a small room.

‘Okay, watch the pressure gauge, you must.

'100...perfect....150....still okay....if 200, it goes too, call me on intercom, you must, and the lever, you must pull’ spoke Yoda, extremely quickly. Anakin nodded dumbly.

‘Okay, 200 bad...call you....pull lever, got it’ he smiled. Yoda narrowed his eyes.

‘Pay attention, or most likely die, we will’ he scolded, climbing back up the pipe. Anakin rubbed his arms, shivering, and glanced at the gauge.


As the two teams bustled about refuelling, no one realised a small spark in the interior of the space station, causing a small leak.

Anakin stared around the small room, sighing impatiently. He glanced back at the gauge, which read 200, and was climbing even higher.

‘Oh force...no...please no’ he cried desperately. He ran to the lever, and began pulling. The lever snapped off.

‘Oh sh*t! Okay...calm down...uhhh...intercom!’ he shouted to himself.

He pushed a button, and began screaming into the comm..

‘Hey...guys....it’s getting really high down here....Yoda...Obi Wan...hey’ he cried.


Yoda frowned at the drillers.

‘You’re not space walkers’ he exclaimed.

‘No, we uhh...we’re plasma drillers’ replied Plo.


Anakin fumbled furiously with the comm..

‘God damn it....hey....HEY!!!!’ he began waving his arms in front of the screen.


Several lights began flashing, and a siren played loudly. Yoda shoved the drillers out of the way, and checked the status of refuelling.

‘Oh force....oh god!’ he ran to the comm..

‘Anakin..pull...lever’ he screamed.

‘This is the lever! thundered Anakin, holding up the piece of metal to the camera.

‘GET OUT OF HERE, WE HAVE TO!’ thundered Yoda, rushing to the pipe where Anakin was. Above them, flames lapped the ceiling.

‘FUEL LEAK!’ cried Yoda. Yoda, Mundi and Saesee raced to the edge of the pipe.

‘Anakin get outta there!’ cried Mundi. Anakin didn’t need telling twice, and quickly began climbing the ladders.


‘Hey...what the Sith is going on’ exclaimed Obi Wan, as Aayla raced past them.

‘Theres a fuel leak, pack up the pipes, we’re getting out of here’ ordered Aayla, racing back onto the shuttle.

‘Anakin’ whispered Obi Wan, before he set off for the pressure room.


Outside, several small explosions wracked the space stations.

‘Come on, we gotta go!’ cried Mundi, dragging Yoda away from the pipe.

‘No...still in there, he is!’ cried Yoda, wrestling free from Mundi’s grip. Mundi and Saesee exited the pipe room, and tore down the corridor, surrounded by sparks. Obi Wan ran into Mundi.

‘What...what’ he began.

‘Get back to the shuttle we gotta get outta here’ snapped Mundi.

‘No...NO ANAKINS STILL IN THERE!’ thundered Obi wan.

‘It's too late for him come on!’ ordered Mundi, as he and Saesee grabbed Obi Wan’s arms.

‘NO...NOOO....WE’RE NOT LEAVIN WITHOUT ANAKIN!’ roared Obi Wan, struggling to break free from their grips.

Saesee left the pair, and headed for the Independence, whilst Mundi threw Obi Wan into the Freedom. Obi Wan scrambled back to the door.

‘LET ME OUT, WE’RE NOT LEAVIN HIM!’ screamed Obi Wan.

‘ANAKINS GONE, WE’VE GOT A JOB TO DO!’ thundered Mundi, ‘now strap yourself in!’.


Back in Theed, the screens began flickering.

‘We gotta fuel leak’ cried one of the techs.

‘Turn on the tracking devices’ ordered Qui Gon. They watched as small red dots moved quickly toward the shuttles. Two of them, however, remained in the pipe room.

‘Anakins stuck in the pressure room!’ cried Panaka.


‘Come on, our only hope, this is!’ shouted Yoda over the roar of an explosion. Anakin followed Yoda into a small vent above them, holding his breath so his lungs didn’t freeze from the cold. They scurried through the vent.


‘Uhh...guys...’ groaned Rockhound. A large part of the station broke free, and hurtled towards Freedom.

‘GO GO GO GO GO !’ cried Mundi, as Aayla quickly manoeuvred away from the station.


‘Close the doors’ ordered Rancis, as Kit and Plo dove into the shuttle.

‘Wait! Where’s Anakin’ cried Plo.

‘Close the damn doors, it’s too late for them!’ snapped Jungan.


Anakin and Yoda raced through the station. Behind them, a large explosion sent a fireball hurtling towards them.

They raced to the shuttling, and began screaming and banging against the doors. Kit wrenched the door open, and Anakin and Yoda tumbled inside.

‘CLOSE THE DOORS!’ screamed Rancis.

The shuttle pulled away just in time, as the space station blew up.


‘Control, we made it...we’re even heavy one cosmonaut’.

The team at control cried out in joy, and sighed in relief.

‘Alright back to work, they’ve got 90% of their fuel, and they still gotta slingshot around the moon’. Qui Gon turned to Padmé, who was smiling.


‘Pretty intense, huh?’ laughed Saesee Tiin, helping Yoda to his feet.

Yoda scowled disapprovingly, ‘Told you, that is why, TOUCH NOTHING.....but a bunch of shaakboys, you all were!’ he snapped.