Chye stared out the window, watching the pods fly out in all directions.
" There they go again, trying to find those Rebels. Don't they ever give up?" he sighed.
Elleim looked up her " Rebel Girl" magazine.
"Chye, its been 5 months since that major battle...the Death Star blowing up...they won't find them right away. Now would you shut up? I'm reading this cool article on how to make this cool hairdos with weapons...ohhh, look! They show you how to make a communicator look like a barrette!! Mommy!! Can we buy a communicator that's purple and has sparkles?!!"
Acire came out from the adjoining room.
"Elleim, remember? Mommy got a pay cut for allowing the rebels to escape. And I can't afford to get you anything for fun...we just spent a lot of money buying new matching Imperial uniforms."
Elleim sighed. "Mommy..this isn't fun. Why do we always lose against the Rebels?"
"No no no...we don't lose...they just mess up our plans," Acire chided her.
Elleim rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Come on Chye...let's go to the junk closet and find some stuff to make barrettes with."
Chye didn't budge from his spot from the window. "No...its okay...I like ships..."

On the ice planet of Hoth, where the summer temperature reached a sweltering -30°C, two Tauntauns meandered through the everpresent snow banks, hauling two (rather toasty) humans along with them.
"Hannnnn...it's cooold! Can't we go back and get some hot chocolate?" whined the Jedi prodigy Luke Skywalker.
Han sighed and shook his head. "NO! Just because you whined, you get to go out and investigate that meteriod that just crashed. I'm going to go back and have some hot cocoa with the Princess," he finished, smiling devilishly. Han turned his Tauntaun around and headed back to the base.
Luke stuck his tongue out at Han, but it promptly froze, so he had to defrost it with his flask of whiskey that he kept hidden (which explains why he was always so good natured). Turning his Tauntaun, he was suddenly confronted with a giant abominable snowperson. Luke screamed in horror as the giant abominable snowperson swiped him off his Tauntaun and began dragging the two across the snowy plains
"HAAAAAANNNNNN!!!!" he screamed, but to no avail since Han was already loping far away back to the princess. He pulled up his Tauntaun in front of the Rebel base, hidden well (except for the power generators) on the ice planet. He jumped off and led his Tauntaun inside. Annya Ylad-Kenobi, the daughter of the famed Jedis Obi-Wan Kenobi and Robann Ylad-Kenobi, came jogging up to Han and gathered up the reins of the Tauntaun.
"Princess Leia has been looking for you, Captain," Annya said. "She wants to discuss tactics of the Empire with you."
Han raised his eyebrow. "Tactics? Why would she--"
"I don't know. She just told me to send you up to HQ ASAP," said Annya, shaking her head. Han shrugged his shoulders and turned in. "Oh and where's Commander Skywalker?" added Annya.
"Umm...I made him go investigate a meteoroid that crashed. He should be back in, oh and hour or two by the time he figures out where he is."
Annya nodded and led the Tauntaun off as Han headed up to HQ. Han smiled inwardly and turned on his best "charm." He decided to stick his head into Luke's room and borrow some of Uncle Obi's Wicked Jedi Gel. Han slapped a glob onto his hair and ran a comb through it. He grinned at himself in the mirror then suddenly his hair flew out in forty different directions, sticking out like he was the bloody bride of Frankenstein or something.
"AHHHHH!!!" Han screamed. He tried to mush his hair down, then wash it out. In desperation, Han grabbed the bottle and read the directions. "When in the course of Jedi events, it becomes necessary that non-Jedis use this Gel, their hair will not respond properly, because it is Wicked JEDI Gel, and not to be used by non-Jedis. Therefore, the person who has done such atrocities to his or her hair shall be cursed thereafter with the Wicked Jedi Gel Curse. This can only be cured by a REAL Jedi. Until such is performed, the aforementioned person must simply deal with "bloody bride of Frankenstein" hair." Han whacked his forehead and began sobbing. He ran into his quarters and began searching for a hat to hide his hair. He ended up on settling on the giant green Goofy hat from Dnalyensid. Putting on his best face, he went up to HQ. He opened the door and walked in. The room had been full of chattering people. When Han walked in, the room fell dead silent.
Across the room, Princess Leia looked up. She smirked. She smiled. She started laughing. She fell over on the floor guffawing so hard that four assistants had to help her back up a few minutes later.
"What-hah!-did you-hehehehe-do to-har!-your hair??" Leia managed to sputter out.
Han stared at the ground, his face turning several different shades of red. He walked quietly over to the commander of the station, Leia still sniggering behind him.
"Sir," said Han, "In light of recent events, I need to leave."
The commander nodded, trying not to laugh or smile. Suddenly the commander's face twisted up and he ran from the room. Han threw up his hands in despair and headed back towards the hangars. He arrived to find Chewie seemingly dismantling most of the Millenium Falcon.
"What are you doing, furbrains??" hollered Han as he entered the hangar and saw the Falcon. "I'm trying to get us outta here and you're dismantling the ship!"
Chewie looked up from his welding on top of the Falcon and saw Han's bright hat. "Grwooowrr ROOR WRROOR!" Chewie started laughing so hard that he fell off the top of the spaceship. Han kicked him in the sides, which only made Chewie laugh harder, because it felt like tickling.
Across the hangar, C-3PO and R2-D2 trundled over to Han.
"Yes, I do look rather charming this afternoon, do I not, Artoo?" said Threepio to his smaller counterpart.
Artoo whistled.
"Whaddya want Goldilocks?" asked Han.
"I, oh sir, you call me Goldenrod, not Goldilocks," Threepio said.
"I call you whatever I feel like," Han replied irritably. "Now, what do you want?"
"Princess Leia has trying to get in touch with you," said Threepio unemotionally.
"I turned my communicator off," said Han.
"Well, sir, Commander Skywalker has not reported in from his meteroid search earlier today," Threepio said.
"Whaddya mean he hasn't..." Han turned around. "DECK OFFICER!!!" he bellowed. The officer came running up.
"Yessir?"
"Has Commander Skywalker reported in yet?" asked Han.
"Who?"
"Luke...Luke Skywalker."
"Who?"
Han cleared his voice and dropped it a few notches. "Luke the looser boy."
"OH! No sir he hasn't."
Han looked outside at the foreboding snow and wind...

Up on Lord Vader's ship, Ttocs and Aciré were preparing for their annual vacation. The two of them had at least fifty trunks filled to the brim with dark cloaks, (one for hot weather, one for chilly, etc. explained Aciré), sunscreen, and straw hats. It was the custom for the two Dark Lords to take their vacation at this time of the year. This year they had decided to go to the tropical paradise world of Iiawahi on the other side of the galaxy. This year, for the first time, they would be leaving their children behind. As the trunks were loaded onto the shuttle, Aciré turned to her twins, Chye and Elleim.
"Now remember, be evil, and whatever you do, don't get into trouble!" she told them.
Chye furrowed his brow and looked a little confused but shrugged his shoulders. A few minutes later, Ttocs broke down sobbing as he said goodbye to his son Kendao.
"Call me mommy just one more time," Ttocs pleaded, sniffling and weeping.
Kendao, who had recently turned 18, rolled his eyes and stood rooted in his spot without moving. Finally, Ttocs and Aciré were on their way. The three now liberated children bounded up the spaceship with renewed energy and headed to the "Library", where they played, wreaked havoc with the computers, and did nothing even remotely related to books. Chye, weird as he was, reached the door first and pounded the button to open it. The three dark children stepped inside. And stopped dead. Off in the corner was a figure, who just stepped into the light.
"Hey kiddos," said the person with a cheesy grin.
The three kids kinda gave him a half smile.
"I'm Sredrav Yraterces, newly appointed as Vader's personal assistant and babysitter/tutor."
"Shrinkwrap Your-at-our-seat?" tried Kendao, stumbling over the foreign words.
"No, Sredrav Yraterces," said Sredrav.
"Sheetrap Yurat-are-see?" tried Elleim. Sredrav shook his head.
"Shishkabob YassirAraffat?" Chye asked. Sredrav sighed.
"NO. Let's try this again," he said. Sredrav stepped into the shadows and emerged again. "Hey kiddos. I'm Shree-der-av Yur-at-er-sees, but you can call me Squall." He gave the kids a thumbs up and a cheesy smile. The kids looked at him. Big baggy black pants, vest, shaggy dark hair and a HUGE sword blade type thing completed "Squall's" ensemble.
Chye leaned over to Elleim. "Doesn't he remind you of someone?" he asked.
"Yeah, but I can't quite put my finger on it," said Elleim. "And what's with his name? It's really bizarre!"
Kendao sighed loudly. "Insolent children. Now, I've got more important things to do than to think about a name like that..."
"Yeah, you'd rather think about ANNYA!!" Chye shouted.
Kendao turned a bright red. Squall pulled out a giant pencil and notebook out of nowhere.
"Hmm...note to self...Kendao has crush over an Annya..." he muttered.
"Err...uhhh...I gotta go!" Kendao turned around and ran out of the room. Chye and Elleim burst out laughing.
"Hahaha!! Okay, now that he's gone, let's go onto his GOL account!" Chye exclaimed.
"Hold up kiddos! You're supposed to take a bath, get spanking new haircuts, try on your uniforms, have dinner, and then you get free time," Squall announced.
"Since when did we have a schedule?" Elleim demanded.
"Since your mother left with strict instructions about letting you two run wild around this high tech base," Squall said smiling.
"Awwww man!" Chye moaned.
"Don't worry! You'll have fun with me! I'll tell you my fun adventures as a SeeD!!" With that, Squall grabbed Elleim and Chye's collars and dragged them with him down the hallway.
"You know, this guy does seem really familiar..." Chye commented.

"My baloney has a first name! Its O-S-C-A-R!! My baloney has a second name..." Luke sang in a cheerful tone while hanging upside down in an ice cave.
The abominable snowperson moaned and tried to stuff snow in his ears. Unfortunately, that didn't help much.
"Come!! Sing along!!" Luke cried out. The abominable snowperson growled and took a bite off the dead Tauntaun (formerly Luke's transportation).
"Ninety-nine bottles of Tato on the wall! Ninety-nine bottles of Tato!! You take one down, pass it around!! Ninety..."
At that moment, the snowperson decided it was time to eat Luke. He started walking over to him, growling with delight. Luke saw him and smiled.
"Finally, you're joining me!! Yeah!!" He waved his arms. Suddenly, his light saber flew automatically to his hand and turned on.
"Wow! Hey, let me get myself down and we'll sing!" Luke said. He freed his feet and fell headfirst onto the ground.
"Owwww!!! Blood!!!! Owwww!!! Pain!!!" Luke cried out, touching his face. The snowperson roared and lunged toward him.
"Ahhhh!!" With one wild swing, Luke sliced off the snowperson's arm and took off running.
"Must...get...away," Luke panted. He ran out into the freezing cold and ran as fast as he could. "HEEEEEEELLLP!!!"
Han paced back and forth in the hangar, looking outside now and then. Chewie continued to work on the Falcon, while Annya just stood and watched him.
"Alright, that does it! Luke is out there freezing his little brain and I can't stand to wait here any longer!! Get me a Tauntaun!!" Han yelled.
"Wait, Han," called Annya. "I'll go too!" Annya hurried back to the Tauntaun barn, where she quickly saddled two of the buffest, strongest, and warmest Tauntauns they had on the base. She led them back out into the hangar and Annya and Han rode out into the freezing cold.

Miles away (or kilometers if you like), Luke was stumbling blindly through a total white-out blizzard. He was holding his lightsaber up for illumination, but to little avail since the light was simply absorbed in the mass of swirling white. Luke stumbled and tripped, cutting his head yet again on a rock below the snow. Sobbing, he hoisted his torso up, only to collapse again. "Ben..." he murmured weakly.

On the other side of the galaxy, the planet Coruscant was humming with activity. It was on this planet that the famed Jedi Robann now lived, with her good friend Beanie nearby. Robann stood at the window of her house, a couple hundred meters/yards off the ground. Robann's eyes were closed and her brow was furrowed; one could tell she was deep in thought. Suddenly, her eyes popped open in a rush. She whipped out her cellular communicator and called Beanie.
"Beanie here," came the voice on the other end.
"No," said Robann, "I don't want to talk to you, Zebon. Give me to your mother." The communicator was shuffled around and Beanie came on the comm.
"Yeah?"
"Hey Beanie it's Robann. C'est l'heure (it's time)!" Robann finished melodramatically.
"Woo hoo!" cried Beanie. "Marion, you're in charge of Banji, Benji, Hanji, Henji, Shayne, Sydi and Sydni. Evely, you get Alici, Astere, Aurelia, Serena, Zebon, Kaerne, Camie, and Jaren. On second thought, Jaren you come with me," said Beanie. "Jaren and I will be right over, Robann. Beanie out!"
Robann nodded to herself and flipped the communicator off. She ran to the back of her house into her room. On the side wall was a large, life size picture of Robann and her two daughters, Annya and Wyndee. Upon closer inspection, you could see, however, that the picture was on hinges. Suddenly, the painted Robann in the picture moved.
"What's the password?" the painting asked.
"Quidditch," said Robann quietly. The picture swung the picture aside. The wall behind it was perfectly joined and only a trained eye could see the cracks. Robann pushed against the chair rail and the wall popped open on hinges too. Robann stepped through to the next metal door and placed her palm on the ID panel.
"Thinking..." intoned the computer, "Ok, one Robann Ylad-Kenobi authorized to proceed."
The computer opened the door inside the picture and Robann stepped inside. She then had to go through a voice analyzer in the next room, and a retina scan in the next, before being admitted to the last chamber which had a good-old fashioned padlock on it. Robann swiftly turned the lock about and input the combination. The lock unlocked and she stepped inside the chamber. The room, although the walls were painted white, had been entirely covered with posters of every size shape and sort. There were posters of iMacs and FFXVIIII-XXX and speeders and even one of Jedis in their younger years. A large, fluffy king sized bed graced once corner, along with an ornate Victorian nightstand. On the opposite side was a matching Victorian style desk with a computer on it. A TV, complete with Imperial PlayStation, ImperiaL64, DVD, VCR, CIA, FBI, ADT, BRB, ASL, BSB, AOL, CDR, THE, NSYNC, LFO, and BBMAK, sat in the other corner next to the door. Robann walked over to the TV and produced, from within her cloak, a high-tech digital camera and satellite link. Quickly, she attached the camera and set up the greenscreen hidden in the other side of her Jedi cloak. Finished with that, Robann walked over to the bed where a big brown mound was snoring.
"Obi-Wan," she said softly. The mound turned over and snored more loudly.
"LOOK AT ALL THE PICTURES BEANIE PUT UP!!" Robann cried.
Obi-Wan immediately sprang to his feet, lightsaber drawn and ready for action, only to be greeted by his wife giggling hysterically.
"I, uh, knew that," Obi-Wan said nonchalantly.
Robann straightened up as Beanie and Jaren, having passed the numerous ID checks, walked into the room. After Robann and Beanie had successfully faked Obi-Wan's death a few months ago, they had found it necessary to hide Obi-Wan under the highest levels of secrecy. Jaren immediately walked over to the camera set-up and began inspecting.
"Are we ready to roll?" asked Beanie.
"Almost," said Robann.
"Where's makeup?" Obi-Wan input. Suddenly, two more of Beanie's kids appeared in the doorway, carrying a large Caboodle of makeup. They shoved Obi-Wan down into a chair and began smothering him with makeup.
"How did you..." began Robann, then trailed off, remembering that these were Beanie's kids she was talking about, and all seventeen of them were expert hackers. Even before Robann had finished that thought, the room was full of powder, foundation, blush, mascara etc. and even Obi-Wan's favorite Wicked Jedi Gel. The two kids who had appeared, Alici and Astere, were absorbedly pasting Obi-Wan so he looked ghostly pale. They were done in about five minutes. Beanie, Robann and Jaren set Obi-Wan up in front of the greenscreen. Jaren had done his job well, and the electronic prompter, as well as the computer that would strip out the greenscreen and replace it with snow was up and running. They waited for the cue from Han on the planet Hoth.

Han and Annya were running in circles, each progressively smaller, until they were confident that they were making a perfect circle. After that, they set out in the direction of the homing signal coming from Luke's vest. The homing beacon had been cunningly placed on Luke by Leia after the fiftieth time Luke had gotten lost trying to find his way from the bathroom to the bedroom. And somehow, Luke always ended up in Leia's bedroom. Anyways, Annya's younger eyes spotted Luke on the ground before Han and halted him. Han sent the cue to Coruscant, where the company was waiting impatiently.
Beanie and Robann's beepers went off, playing the popular song "Space Cowboy." They nodded to Jaren who set the machines running.
Obi-Wan struck a gallant pose and cleared his voice. "Luke, you must look at me!" he called. "Yes, look at the charming, cunning, handsome me!"
Robann sighed and shook her head. Obi-Wan was ad-libbing. She would have to work with him on that before the next communication to Luke.
"You must survive, Luke," continued Obi-Wan, "so that I can see you...<cough> Um, uh, so I can see you in the next world! Yeah, that's it!"

Luke was looking up at hazy, ghostly figure. "I'm gonna die??" he whined. "But you told me I should live!"

Beanie sighed and whispered to Robann that Obi-Wan was going to ruin their secret. Robann nodded in agreement.
"Yes, you must live, Luke!" Obi-Wan continued. "And because you must live, you must go to the Dagobah system! It's not so bad there...lots of water, nice forests, pretty girls..." He stopped himself as Robann gave him the evil eye. "You will learn from Yoda, the Jedi Master, the one who taught me back when I was young, cute, strong, and handsome."

Luke groaned. "Bennn....BENNN!" He reached to touch the ghostly figure, which was, conveniently, just out of reach.

"You will survive," Obi-Wan commanded again. "You're our only hope." And with those final words, Obi-Wan's figure began to fade from Hoth.

As soon as Annya and Han saw Obi-Wan's figure disappear from the snow, and Luke slumped back to the ground, the two made their way in and "found" Luke. Luke was almost more dead than alive. As Annya dismounted her Tauntaun, it slumped over and died. Han's died similarly only moments later. Han ran over to Luke and rolled the kid over.
"C'mon kid, gimme a sign," he said, slapping Luke's face lightly.
"He'll die of frostbite soon," said Annya wisely. Annya unholstered her lightsaber and sliced open the belly of Han's Tauntaun. A rather nasty smell emanated from within. Annya and Han wrinkled their noses. Han slid Luke inside the icky Tauntaun as Annya unpacked the rebel shelter off of each Tauntaun. She and Han set the two shelters up next to each other. They placed Luke in one, because he now stunk of Tauntaun, and in the other, they rested.
Early the next morning, the meteoroid which had crashed the day before emerged from the crater and started flying. In actuality, it was an Imperial probe droid, and it was on a mission to find the rebels. Also that morning a four-man snowspeeder zoomed over the location given by Luke's homing signal to find Han and Annya waving at the speeder frantically, holding their noses against the terrible Tauntaun stench.
"Do you copy?" asked the pilot.
"Nice of you guys to drop by. Hope we didn't get you up too early!" cracked Han, always the jokester. The speeder landed and they packed up to go back to the base.

Later that afternoon, Han, Leia, Chewie and Annya stood watchfully as Luke was lowered into the "warm liquid goo phase" of his reanimation after the frostbite. A little after that, Luke sat recuperating in his quarters, face beaten up, cleaning his poor lightsaber.
"I tell you, I defeated that monster with one swipe of my lightsaber! It was a great shot too! I sliced off his arm, stabbed him in his stomach, and took off running then! It was the greatest moment of my life! Too bad you guys weren't there. I could've saved your lives!" Luke rambled on.
"Sure Luke the Loser. Like we would need your help. At least I know for sure I wouldn't need your help," Annya scoffed, thinking how grand it was to be a female Jedi in training.
"Well well well...now that Luke is okay, I'll be on my way," Han announced. "Won't you miss me Princess?"
Leia's mouth dropped open and she glared at Han.
"NO. I much rather have you leave than stay here, you big cocky moron," she retorted, folding her arms.
Han grinned. "You know you like me...A LOT!"
Leia's face turned red and Annya started snickering.
"Don't even make me say his name!" Leia said sharply to Annya. Annya immediately flushed pink and looked away. Leia turned to Han, glaring.
"Well, you think you know everything do you? But you're wrong!" With one swift move, Leia walked over to Luke, kissed him square on the lips, and walked out of the room. Everyone froze in place, staring at what had just occurred.
"EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!" Annya screamed.
Han's mouth dropped open. Chewie made gagging noises.
"LEIA!!" Annya yelled, running after her.
"Hehehe...now who's da man?" Luke said, stretching his arms and leaning back onto the pillow.
"Me, as always," Han retorted. Chewie roared in agreement.

Meanwhile, down in Leia's quarters, Annya was helping Leia disinfect her lips.
"Another swish of this powerful mouthwash should do the trick," Annya said, pouring a cup of the green liquid.
"Tkank yoo," Leia said through her numb lips. They had already gone through 3 types of disinfectants, 5 bottles of mouthwash, used 4 washcloths, and then burned those 4 washcloths.
"Whatever possessed you to kiss a creature like that?" Annya asked.
"Wat du yoo tkink?" Leia said sharply.
Annya thought for a second. "Still" she shuddered. "Now you're all germy. EWWWW!"
"Sut upp."
"Ok, I'll be quiet, but still..." Annya stuck out her tongue in disgust.
"I thaid sut upp!"
Annya nodded and proceeded to burn the last wash cloth. As the smoke cleared, Leia's doorchime rang.
"Cum in," Leia mumbled.
The door slid open and Luke stepped in. "Hey Leia, babe!" he said cheesily. "I was thinking that maybe later, you and I could, you know--"
"GET OTT!!" Leia hollered, standing up and advancing towards Luke. Annya, from across the room, stuck out her hand and used her newfound powers in the Force to push Luke out of the room and lock the door.
"Heed so sthupid," grumbled Leia.
"Yeah, well you have to admit that you kind of gave him the wrong idea there, Leia," said Annya, straightening up the medicine cabinet. Leia shrugged and turned away.

Back in the medical chamber, Luke was gathering his possesions after being kicked out of Leia's room. Han and Chewie had run off in disgust moments after Leia had left. Grumbling, Luke took his stuff back up to his room and changed into clean clothes. There was a feeble knock at his door. The door slid open and Han stood in the frame, still wearing his Goofy hat from Dnalyensid. Luke, in his shock, had not noticed it earlier, and the rest of the crew had become a bit accustomed to him wearing it. Luke cocked his head oddly.
"What's with the hat?" he asked.
Han cleared his throat. "Um well, I used some of your Wicked Jedi Gel and it kind of backfired or something on my hair. Anyways, I need you to fix it because it said that only real Jedis can reverse the Wicked Jedi Gel curse. So, can you help?" asked Han eagerly.
"Wicked Jedi Gel? What's that?" asked Luke.
Han rolled his eyes. "You are so stupid, kid!!" He turned around and was about out the door when Annya came running by.
"Still trying to fix your hair, Han?" she asked. She grinned and waved her hand at his hair. Immediately, Han's hair flopped down as it should.
"What?? You knew how to do that all along and you wouldn't help?!" Han yelled.
Annya grinned and shrugged.
"What's Wicked Jedi Gel?" Luke repeated. Both Annya and Han shook their heads in pity and left the room with Luke on their heels. The threesome headed up to HQ where Leia had taken her position near the Commander.
"There's an Imperial Probe Droid out there," Leia informed them. "We're going to have to evacuate, it's not safe here."
Annya and Han looked at Leia gravely, trying to comprehend the seriousness of the matter, while Luke looked upon the controls quite stupidly.
"Do I get to fly?" he asked eagerly. "Zap! Zap! BOOM!" Luke started running around the room like a ship and shooting at imaginary TIE fighters.
The rest of the room simply shook their heads at Luke's pathetic genes.

Back up on the Imperial Star Destroyer, Darth Vader was looking at the ice planet of Hoth from the bridge.
"Heeee..ohhhhhh...hhaaaa...geeee," wheezed Vader. He began coughing. Seconds later, "Squall" appeared with Vader's inhaler. Following Squall were the three Dark children, wearing matching blue and orange polka dotted shirts, green and red striped pants, and party hats with little pompoms on the top (they looked like one of Obi-Wan's clothing experiments gone bad). The three of them had an equally repugnant look on their faces. Vader seized his inhaler and took a few quick whifs.
"Really, Mr. Vader, sir," Squall was telling him, "You should have gone with Lord Ttocs and Lordess Aciré to Iiawahi. I hear they have an excellent asthma program there--"
"Silence!" Vader commanded. "Vader would like to know why the three Dark children look like clowns."
"Yeah, we would too," murmured the rebellious Kendao under his breath.
"Oh, Mr. Vader, sir, it's part of their new school program. Uniforms make the children feel a sense of companionship, and it helps them excell at their studies," said Squall sensibly. The three children sighed again.
"Vader would also like to know what appointments he must keep today," Vader continued. Squall nodded and waved the children off.
The kids ran out of the bridge as fast as they could. Chye and Elleim made a beeline for their chambers, where they promptly changed into standard black cloaks. Kendao slid into his own room, where he too changed and pulled out his interstellar communicator. Quickly, knowing he had only minutes before Squall the evil babysitter returned, he dialed the number on the holoprojector and waited.

"POKEMON!! GOTTA CATCH 'EM!!" Annya's beeper played loudly. Annya let out a scream of surprise and tried to shut it off. Suddenly it went into vibrating mode, only it wasn't set on her normal vibrate. It was so powerful that Annya started jumping up and down.
"AHHHHH!! STUPID..." Annya screeched. She started hitting all the buttons on her beeper.
"PIKA! PIKA PIKA-CHUUU!!" the beeper started squawking. Frustrated, Annya quickly looked her at beeper, saw it was an incoming call, and took out the batteries.
"When I get my hands on one of those little hackers..." she muttered, running down to her quarters. Annya rushed in, locked the door, and went to turn on her holoprojector. She flipped it on and a blurred vision of Kendao appeared.
"Uhh...uhhhh...uhhh" Annya gasped, turning a bright red.
"Ummm...umm...ummm" Kendao mumbled. "H-hi Ann-nnya! How...are...are...yo-ou?"
"F-fff-ine...you shouldn't be calling here..." Annya blurted out, flushing badly.
"Well...I know, but you know, I mean, you know of course, but I, I," Kendao stammered.
"KENDAO!!! Come on!! Time for lessons in the art of making hot dogs!!" Squall's voice came in the background.
"I gotta go!! By the way Annya...uhhh...uhhh...see you sometime soon!!" Kendao blurted out.
"By-" Annya started to say, but Kendao immediately disconnected.
<Knock knock knock> Annya jumped away from her holoprojector and knocked her chair to the ground, falling with it.
"Annya?" It was Leia. "Annya, what's the matter? Your door won't open."
"I...errr...I'm sleeping!" Annya yelled, trying desperately to stand up. She fell again, this time slipping on her bunny slippers.
"Okay...well wake up and get out here now!! We're preparing for battle!" Leia said.
The doors finally opened and a breathless Annya came rushing out. Leia looked at her with a critical eye.
"Hmm...pink face, pink ears, out of breaththis looks likeoh well, let's go!" Leia turned around and started walking back to the commanding area.
"Looks like what? What?! LEIA!!" Annya whined, following her down the hall.
Leia went into the commanding area and immediately took her place at one of the sonar screens. Annya followed her, whining still, when suddenly someone let a girlish scream and fell on top of her. It was Luke.
"Annya! You saved me! I thought I was stuck up there forever!" Luke cried out in joy. Annya looked up at the ceiling, noticing there was one giant pipeline up therewhich was only 8 feet above them.
"Stupid Luke...get off me!!" Annya yelled, pushing Luke off her.
"Now that I have completed my training for climbing, it is time for me to go flying!!" Luke shouted, running out of the room. "Luke Skywalker will save the day!!"
"Follow him," Leia said, without turning around.
"Stupid boy" Annya muttered, chasing after Luke. She followed him into the docking area. Everyone was running around, preparing for last minute flight instructions. Luke grabbed a helmet from the uniform department and went running off into the crowd. Annya stopped for a moment, huffing and puffing.
"When....<wheeze>....did...that...boy...<gasp> ...run so fast?" Annya moaned, clutching her sides. "He...he's supposed to <wheeze>...be stupid andslow."

"Here's your customary jumpsuit Annya, complete with the newest gadgets to fight against any Imperial morons. This is your communicator. Fighter 263 is located over there," someone said.
Annya looked up and found a dark-haired girl holding a purplish jumpsuit. She was wearing her own clean, crisp white and silver jumpsuit complete with embroidery that spelled out "VIP Rebel crew ~Evely."
"Jaren's sister I presumehow'd you get here? I thought you were all back home?" Annya asked, slipping on the stylish jumpsuit.
"Poor child...you really don't know us that well, do you? No more questions, get going now!!" Evely commanded. Annya gave her a strange look and took off running to her fighter.
"Princess Leia, the fighters are ready to go. Luke is in fighter 542, along with Wiggs. Annya is in fighter 263. Henji and Benji are in fighter 864 and Banji and Hanji are in fighter 007. And we managed to slip the homing device on Luke," Evely spoke in her communicator.
"Thanks. How'd you manage anyways?" Leia asked.
"Easywe implanted the device into a sucker."
"WOW!! FREE CANDY!!" Luke's voice came crashing through the communicator. "OHHHH CHERRY!"
Leia sighed. "Proceed with the plans as usual...defend and kick Imperial butt."
Darth Vader stood on the deck, breathing quietly while anticipating an incoming message. Suddenly, Fur Elise started playing.
"Hmm? Ahh yes...Hello, Vader speaking," Vader said into his celluar phone.
"Lord Vader, we have found no traces of the Rebelsexcept for some old structures in the distance," one of the commanders told him. "We are sending the image to you right now.
Vader looked up at the monitor screen and the picture flashed on.
"Yesthat it is. Those are the main power generatorsand that is where the Rebels are. Proceed commander, and do not fail."
"Ye-yes my Lord," the commander stammered, then hung up the phone.
"SQUALL!!" Vader yelled loudly, causing the walls to vibrate.
The doors behind him immediately swooshed open and a smiling Squall came into the room, dragging Chye and Elleim with him.
"Squallt...his celluar phone...it's brilliant! Not only can I talk wherever and whenever I want too, but I can play games too! And it has these nifty songs on it!! I can play my theme song too! Listen!" Vader exclaimed. He pressed a button and the dark music of the Imperial Force began playing. "Dum dum dum dum da dum dum da dum"
"And to think what else there might be next!!" Vader cried out.
"Oh wow...Vader finally is "hip" with technology. Just wait until he discovers that we have beepers and traveling computers" Chye whispered to Elleim in a sarcastic voice.
"Now now children, its time to leave Mr. Vader alone. Now its time for your 2 hr training on how to use all the gameshark codes on your Imperial Play Station!" Squall replied happily. "And then we'll go call your mommy!"
"This guy isn't so bad" Chye whispered.
"Whoops, that reminds me, she told me to make sure you both study your ancient Imperial history! Awww, work before play!" Squall announced.
"Haha...yeah right. He isn't so bad until he remembers our schedule," Elleim scorned.
"In fact," continued Squall, "Ancient Imperial history reminds me that you need to eat your ancient Imperial corned beef cabbage..<hack> I mean your "delicious and nutritious" corned beef cabbage and sauerkraut! Now, where's that Kendoll kid?" Squall pulled out a square of parchement and a wooden type wand. He held the parchment out in front of him and tapped the wand to it. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," Squall said. Immediately, from what had been blank parchement before, suddenly became a wonderfully detailed, moving map of the Imperial Cruiser upon which they resided. In hallways and corridors, tiny little ink people were moving around, with their names below them. Squall was listed, as well as Chye, Elleim, Kendao, Vader, and several other important people (like the cook). "Ah-ha!" said Squall, upon spying Kendao's ink person in his room. Again, Squall tapped the wand to the map and said "Mischief managed!" The map immediately went blank and he rolled it up and stuffed it into his pocket.
Chye and Elleim, whilst Squall was looking for Kendao, were staring at Squall in disbelief.
"So that's how he always knows where we are..." said Chye.
"Come along kiddies! Let's go pick up Kendoll and off to the mess hall we go!" Squall exited the room, dragging the two kids behind him.

Luke's A-wing fighter zoomed out of the hanger, with Wedge in the backseat, trying to hold on for dear life as Luke flew in loop-de-loops around the sky.
"LUKE!" Wedge gasped, trying not to hurl, "Perhaps we should join the other fighters in formation!" Wedge turned a pale green color, and clapped his hand over his mouth as his eyes bugged.
Annya flew confidently forward towards the Imperial ATTs. Her squadron tried to fire on one, but the amour plating seemed too strong for their blasters.
"Use your hook and ropes..." she commanded then trailed off as she saw Luke's fighter swirling around the sky randomly. Quickly, she set up a link to the A-wing flying out of control.
"Luke stop horsing around and get back in formation!" Annya commanded.
"Weeeeeeeeeeeeee!!" Luke cried gleefully and made his fighter do a 360.
"He..Help...Annya!" gasped Wedge from the backseat. Annya commanded her squadron to proceed then flew over to Luke's fighter. After trailing them for several minutes, she finally managed to get her grappling hook to clamp down on top of Luke's fighter. Immediately, she disabled the controls on the other fighter and flew off, Luke and Wedge attached to the belly of her ship.
Off in the distance, two of the three ATTs had been roped up and tripped. As Annya circled around for a try, she was hit with a laser blast.
"AHHHHH!!!!" she heard Luke and Wedge scream from below as Annya's grappling hook gave way. Annya, knowing that she couldn't do anymore, flew back to the base to change into an X-Wing. As she turned, however, she saw Luke and Wedge jump out of their A-Wing, trying not to be stepped on. Luke put on a gallant face and went running after the ATT (which stood easily 300 feet/100 meters taller than he). Wedge went running after the crazed Luke. Luke ran up even with the ATT and did something he'd never done before. He did something brave! He shot his own personal grappler hook up and held on tightly as it retracted up to the belly of the ATT. Luke pulled out his lightsaber and chopped a hole in the bottom of the ATT. He threw in a thermal detenator and jumped down, almost breaking his wrist in the fall. Wedge, having finally caught up with Luke, grabbed his arm and dragged him back through the snow to the base. As Luke's thermal detenator went off, the ATT exploded and fell over...right on top of the base's power generators.
The Rebel Crew still on the planet smacked their faces with their hands and sighed heavily.
"Maybe now would be a good time to evacuate, Your Worshipfullness," Han yelled at Leia from across the room.
"Yeah ok!!" Leia cried. She gave the evacuation command and Han and Leia went running from the room towards the hangars. Halfway there, they noticed there had been a cave-in.
"Shoot! We're trapped," cried Leia.
"C'mon!" said Han, "We'll take my beauty!"
"You're not taking me anywhere, you scoundrel!" said Leia indignantly.
"No, I meant the Falcon!" Han said and dragged Leia off despite the fact she was kicking and screaming.

Annya jumped out of her A-wing that she had ploughed into a snowbank (her landing controls had gone out with her grappling hook). She ran over to some uniformed crew members, whose embroidered names read "Alici" on one, "Astere" on another, and "Aurelia" on a third. All three of them had dark hair and brown/green eyes.
"Kids of Beanie?" Annya asked. The three girls nodded.
The one with "Alici" on her uniform spoke up. "Your X-Wing is right over here, Miss Ylad-Kenobi. The Princess gave you specific instructions to wait for Luke to depart and then to trail him, because she says he will not go to the rendez-vous point like everyone else."
Annya nodded. After her father's "ghost" had visited Luke, it had been agreeded in a later meeting between Leia, Robann, Beanie, and Annya that Luke shouldn't end up in a swamp land alone. And as a plus, Beanie, Leia, and Robann pointed out, Annya could pick up a few tips off of old Yoda too. Annya sighed and changed into her dry uniform that Aurelia was holding out for her. She hopped in her X-Wing and cranked the heater to max while she was waiting for Luke's return. Off in the distance, she saw Wedge dragging Luke across the snow several minutes later. Wedge planted Luke in a X-Wing after they had both changed into dry uniforms and promptly went off to get into a B-Wing that was just leaving. Annya looked over at Luke. He seemed oblivious of her so far.
"LOOK!! More candy!!!" cried Luke's voice over the open intercomm.
"It's an extra strong homing device," said Astere to Annya over a closed-loop comm. Annya watched as Luke ignited his engines and extended his landing gear. Suddenly, Luke's ship shot backwards, nearly ramming into Annya's. Fortunately, Luke figured out how to use the brakes at just that moment. Annya sighed with relief.
"Ooops, heh heh, it says reverse, not really fast," said Luke over a still open comm. Astere's voice informed Annya that the Rebel crew had fixed Luke's comm system so it was an open loop no matter what button he pressed. To him, it would look like it was off or whatever control he wanted.
Luke's ship, going the correct direction now, shot off into the darkness. Annya fired up her engines and began trailing him, thinking about just how much Obi-Wan and Luke were alike.

Leia and Han went running through the compound, trying to get to the Falcon. Threepio came wailing after them, trying to catch up on his metal legs.
"This is utterly insane!!! I can't deal with this stress!!" Threepio wailed.
"Shut you moron!! You're a robot for crying aloud! You're meant to deal with stress!" Han yelled back.
"Would you run faster?!! Even Luke can run faster than you!!" Leia screamed at Han's back. She pushed him aside and took off running down the hall.
"What the heck??? She runs fast for a princess...then again, she isn't any ordinary princess" Han started slowing down, thinking about it. Threepio took this opportunity to hit Han on the back of his head and pass him.
"Last one to the ship is a dead unintelligent being!" Threepio yelled, running as fast as he could.
"Why you piece of --"Han started to yell, when all of a sudden blaster shots came ringing by him.
The trio continued running to the Falcon.
"CHEWIE!! GET HER GOING!" Han screamed.
Inside the Falcon, Chewie looked up from his book on "How to Groom Fur for Dummies." Seeing Han and the other running toward the ship at light speed, he quickly took of his reading glasses and started panicking where to hide his stuff.
"CHEWIE!!!" Chewie finally hid the stuff on himself (hey, he has a lot of fur) and started preparing the Falcon for take off.
"We better take off on this piece of junk!!" Leia screamed at Han, boarding the ship.
"Oh yes, we better! I don't even think this ship has been properly inspected!" Threepio added.
"Shut up!!" Han started flipping buttons and turning knobs on the control panel. Suddenly, loud music began blaring.
"It's gonna be meeeeeee!!" Leia gave Han a scared look as he tried to shut the music off.
"<snort> ...I didn't realize...<muffed snort> you liked...girl music," Leia managed to say.
"It's not me!! I swear!!" Han protested. He finally pulled the wires to the music system. "There, happy?!!"
"HEY! Who turned off the music?!" Everyone turned around to find two dark haired girls frowning at them.
"Oh no, not now. Little girls, go bye bye!" Han ordered. "CHEWIE!! Fire up the engines!!!"
Chewie roared and the engines began rumbling.
"Alright, here we go!!!" Han yelled, throwing the control handle forward. They all held their breaths. Nothing happened.
"Look Mister, I'll help you if you let us listen to our music!!" one of the girls said.
"Han, do it!!" Leia shouted.
"Grrrrr" Han reluctantly plugged the wires back in.
"All that I do...is not enough for you!!! Don't wanna lose it" The girls began screaming and ran off. Soon, the engines began roaring and the Falcon took off.
"It's gonna be meee!!" the others heard the girls screaming.
"You owe me big time" Han growled.
"Me? Owe? Never. Girls! Turn up the music please!" Leia called out,
smirking at Han.
"Well, if you think about it, this song does have a catchy tune," Threepio mentioned, swaying back and forth. Han glared at him.
"Quiet! I have to contact Luke and Annya!" Leia flipped on her comm and walked out of the room.