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A/n: AAHH! I HAVE UPDATED! It's unbelievable how hard it was to type this chapter up. I knew what I wanted to write, but the words just wouldn't come... Can anyone say severe writers block? In the end, I couldn't fit everything I wanted to into this chapter, and I'm not totally satisfied with it, but it's good enough. Also, as for the lack of updating... PLEASE DON'T HURT ME! I HAVE A GUITAR AND I'M NOT AFRAID TO USE IT! After the first few months of typing this up, deleting it, typing this up, deleting it, I went on hiatus, so once again, if I'm losing readers and reviewers for it, I totally understand. I deserve it, ya' know? I just won't be promising any updates soon, because I'm going through a lot of changes in my life right now and whatnot. Sorry for the excuses! So in conclusion, if there are people out there (and I know there are) who want to complain about it, I understand that too, but don't email, flame, or even review me about it, because you'll just be wasting your time and mine. As for my loyal readers, or any I might have left now, I want to thank you for sticking around, and hope that you continue to do so for further installments. Also, I'll be replying to reviews using the "reply" button from now on, so look out for that, k dudes? Right, so rock out people:) (salute)

Anyway, here's the next installment of this freaky fic, but here's a warning for the faint of heart: WARNING! Some content in this chapter may not be suitable for those who haven't seen at least one vampire movie. Plus, it gets a bit boring toward the end in my opinion, and I haven't spell-checked or anything, so yeah... Hope ya' enjoy:)

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Chapter 6: Two Cars and Jedi

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A few minutes later, somewhere still in New York City...

Pain, pain, go away. Come again another day... Remind me never to fall on power lines agai-ahhhh, Force, that hurts!

Apparently, it wasn't that unusual to see an electrocuted distressed Jedi Master running/half-limping through the streets of the metropolis in search for sugar, since most people ignored Anakin as he ran by. Unfortunately, "most" only counted for about sixty-eight percent of the people, and let's just say the rest of the stragglers became a bit excited when they saw him.

"DUDE! HAYDEN'S IN COSTUME! THEY'RE MAKING ANOTHER SEQUEL!"

"CAN YOU SIGN MY CUSTOM-MADE ANAKIN SKYWALKER PROSTHETIC ARM!"

"MOMMY, IT'S THAT JEDI AGAIN!"

"Henry, I said stop pointing!"

"Anakin has an afro now?"

What do you mean AFRO! Anakin stopped immediatly, causing a bunch of people to run right into him. He winced slightly as he felt a flash of pain shoot up his back, and took out the customized pocket-mirror Padme had given to him for their eleventh anniversary-that he'd never found a use for until now. Afterwards, he completely lost it when he saw his beautiful, shaggy, award-winning golden-brown locks (he'd been voted 5th place for having the most stylish mullet in the Republic) poofed out in... AN AFRO!

Wasn't the terrible aching, chest-splitting pain enough!

True, this had NOT happened the last time he'd encountered a few electrical shocks (namely the power couplets and Count Dooku), but his hair had been way too short then.

Actually, it doesn't look half-bad... Anakin concluded, studying it more. BUT THE SCAR THROWS IT OFF! AUGHHH! He groaned inwardly, shoving the mirror back into his utility belt. He continued to run/half-limp again just as more interested pedestrians happened upon him.

For the past few minutes, not only had he been searching for sugar and avoiding crazed fans, but he'd been trying to use the Force to slightly heal his wounds, or at least keep them from aching so intensly.

Since when did getting electrocuted hurt THIS much?...

The bad news was that Anakin had never been good at healing using the Force, and he could do little in his state of slight insanity and weariness. The good news was that his vampiric abilities served as a great alternative. The even worse news, however, was that for some reason, these morbid supernatural abilities of his were not working right now, and Anakin started to panic when his body continued to throb even more.

Oh no, oh no, oh no no no...

He concentrated all of his power and focused on healing himself...he even groaned, but more so in pain than in effort. Eventually, he started yelling, "HEAL ME! HEEEEAAAAL MEEEEEEE!"-which recieved a few weird looks from a couple of senior citizens and caught the attention of some priests.

"HEY SHOW US YOUR LIGHTSABER MAN!" some guy asked suddenly, running up beside him.

"WILL YOU DO MY DRY-CLEANING!" a woman said.

"NO! G-GET AWAY FROM M-ME!" Anakin cried weakly, swatting them away and taking another turn, but soon his running pace started to falter, and he began to stagger as another jolt of pain erupted through his chest.

Oh this is humiliating...the hair issue included...

Anakin soon came to a full stop, but caught himself before he completely collapsed. His breathing was ragged, and the pain was as worse as ever.

This is really not my-augghhh-day...

He just might've jinxed himself by saying that, because at that moment-

"HEY IDIOT! GET THE HELL OFF THE ROAD, YA TURD!" That was followed by a series of honks, profanity and city slang which Anakin didn't completely understand.

Still, after making sure that he wouldn't fall over at any moment, he slowly looked up and took in the nature of his surroundings. That's when he realized he was currently standing-more like hunched over-in the center of a busy intersection...

"Oh no...," he rasped in horror.

With all of the pain and creepy obsessed fans, he'd barely been paying attention to where he was going, and now here he was stuck in the center of traffic, among hundreds and hundreds of angry pedestrians and drivers, under the hot, blazing, sun-

The SUN!... Anakin thought with dread. He gazed up at the sky, but brought his hand to shield his eyes because sure enough, there sat the ferocious ball of gas, teasing him from atop it's palace in the clouds. No wonder his vampiric-healing-abilities were on the low; the SUN WAS OUT!

So that's what that tingling, slightly burning sensation was... Anakin deduced. And the fact that I'm so calm about this is scaring me... He turned his attention back to the intersection and his face fell. I've gotta' get out of here...

Normally, he would've simply gotten out of the way before anything got out of hand, but in his weak state, his options were limited. Despite the odds, though, Anakin attempted to take a few steps forward, doing his best to look past the horrible pains shooting up his legs. It didn't help when the burning on his skin intensefied since he was almost directly under it in the open intersection.

Stupid sun... I don't see why Padme thinks it's good... stupid flowers of hers definitely... they probably get more love than me-uh oh, Anakin stood rigid-DISTURBANCE IN THE FORCE- he turned around and froze.

"GET OUTTA' THE WAY-" someone screamed

HOOONNKKKKKKKK!

"HOLY SITH!" Anakin cried

"SWERVE LEFT! SWERVE LEFT!" someone else yelled.

Two moving vehicles suddenly shot past Anakin in opposite directions, just barely grazing him on either side, but the inertia forced Anakin's body into a violent twist, and he cried out as he tripped over himself and crashed down face-first onto the hard asphalt.

"Ahhh..ahh...," he croaked as he tried to move. He tried to take in a few breaths, but his head shot up immediately when he sensed another disturbance in the Force and heard screaming coming from behind him. He groaned in agony as he turned over on his right side to see what was wrong. His eyes widened to see that it was one of the vehicles that'd nearly run over him, but now it was spinning around in dangerous circles in a blurry blue tornado as the driver had lost control.

Ahh, no time to run from the sun now... Duty calls!

By instinct Anakin held out his right hand to stop it when he sensed something else. He craned his neck just in time to see the other vehicle-which he recognized to be a taxi-swerve around a different burgundy vehicle, and drive straight towards a store-front.

Anakin knew now was the time to act, all aches and pains aside, yet he couldn't help but think, Now if you had speeders, you wouldn't have problems like this...

Everyone in the intesection watched, frozen to their thoughts, as both cars suddenly stopped as if held back by some invisible force. Both of the engines were revving like caged monsters, but none of the cars were going anywhere. One was near the center of the intersection amidst a field of circular skid-marks, and the other had stopped just a few inches short of colliding with a store-owner who momentarily let out a shrill scream and ran down the block, flailing his arms like a madman.

In the center of it all stood a tall, dark clad figure, almost ominious-looking, yet tragic in a way. His face was ashen as if he'd been through a "shocking experience," and his strange clothes were smoldering, billowing smoke into the air like he'd just walked out of a shady bar. His posture looked forced, being slightly hunched and quavering all the same from some sort of weak-spell, but his strong muscular build was not something to be overlooked. Above it all, his hair was poofed out in a frizzy sphere of burnt blond hair. Yet underneath the fascade, there was a handsome young man who appeared to be in his mid-twenties, but in reality was just a few years shy of forty. More importantly, he was the hero of the day as anyone could see, because there he stood, his face contorted in a mixture of frustration and concentration, with both of his arms outstretched, each one gesturing to one of the two rogue automobiles. Both hands trembled as he focused on holding them back from their doom, and the muscles in his jaw looked severely strained from effort.

This man was Anakin Skywalker and he was having a really bad day.

Okay... okay... He thought, trying to keep himself calm and at the same time trying to keep the cars from moving. Ha... wait till Obi-Wan hears about this... He looked to the first vehicle and saw all the passengers sticking their head out the window, and watching him closely, knowing that it was him who had saved them. The one that stood out to him the most was a young girl, maybe in her teens, with wavy brown hair and brown eyes.

Force, she looks just like Leia! Anakin thought, suddenly feeling a shroud of homesickness creep into his heart. And Leia looks just like Padme! And Padme looks just like-wait, I'm getting off track here...

He managed to give the girl a friendly smile and she smiled back.

"Are you guys... o-okay?" Anakin stammered. All this stuttering is going to give me a speech impairment one day...

But the passengers all nodded, too shocked to speak.

"G-good... I-I'm just g-gonna' ch-check on the...o-others now..." Anakin said, turning to face the taxi. He clenched his jaw tightly and closed his eyes when a fierce sting shot up his neck. Apparently, the sun worked faster than he thought, and the skin on his neck had already fallen victim to the cruel star. Taking a deep gulp, Anakin slowly continued turning his head. He paused when he saw the crowd of people watching his every move.

"Uh... h-hey th-there," he said, and cracked a small smile. Everyone just stared at him.

Tough crowd... Anakin thought and faced the taxi. Hopefully, they'd be as well adjusted as the passengers of the other vehicle. Unfortunately for him, the passengers of this vehicle had not figured out what was going on yet, and to say that they were freaking out would be putting it mildly.

"GEORGE! THIS CAB IS POSSESSED!" A middle-aged woman screamed. "TELL THE DRIVER TO EXORCISE THIS THING!"

Anakin wasn't exactly sure what she was talking about, but he had a pretty good idea. And I thought our rubber-chicken-weilding neighbor was coo-koo...

"MA'AM, PLEASE CALM DOWN AND QUIT TEARIN' UP THE SEATS!" the driver retorted. "I gotta' pay for the repairs and money don't grow on trees-and my cab is NOT possessed!"

"GEORGE, SAY SOMETHING!" the woman cried.

"What?-Oh, yeah-HEY! IF MY WIFE SAYS THIS CAB IS POSSESSED, THEN IT IS-"

"I'm tellin' you, this car ain't possessed, so why don't you take your superstitions and shove them up your-"

"E-EXCUSE M-ME!" Anakin interjected wearily. The three people in the cab looked at him with rage in their eyes. Anakin sighed and continued. "Um, w-well... I guess y-you guys a-are alr-right, but do you m-mind..."

"Mind what?" the man apparently known as George snapped.

"Mind maybe t-turning o-off your e-e-engine?" Anakin hissed as his arms began to burn from exhaustion. "...So I... Can... L-Let g-go...Cab... and y-you... won't hit st-store..."

The passengers gave him a confused look, obviously still not aware of the disaster they were avoiding on a margin.

Anakin sighed, and decided to discuss this with the members of the other car first, but while he did this, the passengers of the Taxi had other plans...

"George, I think he's lying," the woman said to her husband. "I bet he's the one behind all of this chaos, possessing this car and whatnot."

"So what does that make him?" the driver asked. "The Grim Reaper, the king of demons, the head vampire maybe?" he joked.

"Oh shut-up," she said. "You won't be laughing when he steals your soul. I say we take the first chance we get, and buy some repellants to use against him."

"That's a brilliant idea," the driver replied. "Why don't I just head over to the PathMark and purchase some 'demon-be-gone?'" And with that he broke off into a fit of laughter.

"Say what you will," the woman glared, then faced her husband. "Honey, don't we have some old colts and silver bullets at home?"

"Who am I, Dean Winchester?" George said with annoyance, but cringed when he saw the daggers his wife was glaring at him. "Er-I meant, no-" She glared harder, "-But we could borrow my uncle's!" he added, gesturing for her to calm down.

"You know, I've got things to do," the cab driver said. "So if you don't mind I'm just gonna-" He tried to open the door to get out, but the woman stopped him.

"You can't just leave! We're in this together!"

"Listen lady, I never volunteered for this freak show, so-"

But before he could finish, the woman grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him back in the car as if to strangle him.

"YOU. WILL. STAY," she growled.

George watched in horror as his wife strangled the cab driver. The driver, on the other hand, proceeded to struggle and squirm as panic filled him. He tried to reach for his cellphone, but failed miserably, and so he just continued to kick and squirm.

"Jane, honey, I think that's enough," George told his wife, but by then it was too late.

No, it wasn't too late as in the cab driver was dead!

It was too late as in the cab driver had accidentally kicked the... ACCELERATION PEDAL!

This action totally caught Anakin off guard and sent his body jerking towards the taxi, and caused the other car to spin around and face him. Nearby spectators watched with terror as Anakin tried to regain control of the car, but ended up nearly flipping the taxi over.

"Krit," he cursed under his breath, as now he was forced to his energy to keep the blue car from coming forward and hitting him, and try twice as hard to keep the taxi from going off on a stray path and hitting someone else.

I could've just gone shopping on Naboo, but NO-I just HAD to get away from the kids!

"Alright," he rasped, avoiding the tremendous pains errupting around his shoulders and arms. Tears were now springing to his eyes, but he blinked them away, and started yelling.

"E-Everyone...Get out of t-the cars!" he barked, at this point not caring if the engines were off or not. "GET OUT OF THE CARS!"

Get out before I turn to Dark Side or something!

For a second, all of the passengers looked uncertain, as if they could read his thoughts, but then they all hurried out while they had the chance and ran into the large crowd that had formed around the chaotic scene by now. Everyone except, the members of the Taxi had vacated their vehicle.

Surprise, surprise, Anakin thought wryly.

"D-DIDN'T Y-YOU H-H-HEAR M-ME!" He yelled at them, but speaking was becoming difficult as his lips were becoming horribly parched, and the sides of his mouth started cracking.

I need to hurry up here... I don't know how much longer I can take this...

People in the crowd were starting to take notice, because a few of them started to point and grimace at his deformities. Anakin ignored this and spoke again. "ARE Y-YOU LIS-LISTEN-N-NING T-TO M-M-ME!" He made a weird face when he saw the woman from earlier strangling the driver.

Just like Padme and Obi-Wan at Thanksgiving... Ahhh, Memories...

"GET YOUR FOOT OFF THE PEDAL! YOU'RE MAKING HIM MAD!" the woman cried.

Anakin assumed that she was referring to him, and in a way, she was right. Then again, as if things weren't bad enough, the driver continued to kick and squirm, but this time, his arm hit the stick-shift control, and he bumped it from "drive" into "reverse."

Sithspit... Anakin thought as he watched the taxi back-up full-speed right towards... him.

The hairs on the back of everyone's neck stood on end as they watched. A few people closed their eyes, awaiting the bloodcurling shrieks they were sure would emit from the Anakin and the passengers in the car the moment the car came in contact with his body; awaiting the skin-crawling crunch from the brutal collison. The rest watched, almost petrified, not entirely registering everything that was going on.

A few seconds passed.

No bloodcurling shriek.

No skin-crawling crunch.

No nothing.

"I Said... G-Get out of the car...," someone growled, and everyone looked to see Anakin standing between the two cars, the taxi a few mere feet in front of him, and the blue car a few feet behind him. The sweat glistened on his semi-charred face, and the look in his eyes was horrendous.

"Yeah, what the...man said," the cab driver said, taking in as much air as he could since the woman had stopped strangling him. He took the time to open the door and run into the crowd, never to be heard from again...or until he got a lawyer maybe.

"COME BACK YOU!" the woman screamed running after him.

"JANE, WAIT!" George yelled, following his wife.

And then it was just Anakin and the two cars of doom.

Twins of doom, cars of doom... I shall take this as a sign never to buy Luke or Leia a speeder...

And suddenly, it was quiet, almost as if the whole city had shut down to watch him with it's concrete and florescent eyes. The crowd had grown almost quadruple in size, and people were even climbing on top of the nearby cars to watch. Anakin didn't know whether he should feel flattered or annoyed, but he knew he had to deal with the cars now. His muscles were becoming stiff from tensing up, and his skin continued to burn in the hot blazing Big Apple sun. At least if it were Tattooine, he would've burned away by now, so there was a thought.

I am really having a bad day here... Aww, gross, I can smell my burning flesh... If I don't barf, at least I'll survive with a little dignity...If I survive... But what to do with two rogue cars?...Hmmm...

And then it came to him.

"Alright everyone...st-step b-back," he announced.

The crowd broke out in murmurs of puzzlement, but they didn't have time to think before Anakin acted. The entire intersection erupted with gasps when Anakin dropped his arms, and the two cars came at him.

And then the screams came, but they weren't Anakin's.

And then the terrifying crush came, but it wasn't the sound of the cars hitting Anakin.

People in the crowd stopped screaming and watched Anakin landed on top of the mangled remains of the two cars that had collided with each other after executing a jump with the last of his strength.

Insert another moment of silence here.

Anakin hopped down from the mess and observed his handi-work.

Not exactly like a podrace crash, but it'll do...

And then he collapsed from weariness with the sun burning holes in his skin-literally. For the third time that day, he was riding on the thin border between awareness and unconsciousness. He could feel the eyes of everyone watching on him as he closed his own blue ones. Everything was deathly quiet, and all that could be heard was a slight sizzling sound.

Resisting urge to barf...

Suddenly, the silence was broken with a single clapping. Anakin managed to open his eyes a little and he couldn't help but smile when he saw that it was the brown-haired girl that resembled Leia. It reminded him of the promise he'd made to his daughter earlier...

"Don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you..."

"I know Dad, I know..."

Anakin smiled again. He intended to keep that promise.

He closed his eyes again as he slipped into unconsciousness, but not before he heard one last thing...

"HEY! THAT'S ANAKIN SKYWALKER!"

Oh FOR THE LOVE OF-

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Meanwhile at the Skywalker Place on Naboo...

"She's not home?" the holo of Jobal Naberrie asked.

"I thought she would be," Ruwee told his wife as he scratched his head. "Everything is really quiet."

"Ruwee, it's almost midnight," Jobal said firmly. "It didn't occur to you at all that they might be asleep?"

"Heh, with Luke in the household? I'd doubt it," Ruwee replied with a laugh. "That boy is trouble I tell you, just like his father."

Jobal gave her husband a look. "And what is that supposed to mean? Aren't you two over the whole father-son-in-law fued yet?"

"NEVER!" Ruwee yelled, scaring a few neighbors who had been taking a walk around the neighborhood.

Jobal looked slightly taken aback and stared at her husband as if he's suddenly mutated in Jar-Jar. "I don't know honey, but you've put that man through a lot ever since the day Padme brought him home. Don't you think it's about time you two called a truce?"

"Joby, he's hiding something," Ruwee said using his nick-name for her. "I can just sense it whenever he's around. Something's amiss, and the day I call a truce is the day when I know for sure what Anakin Skywalker is capable of, and that my daughter and her kids are safe!"

"He is a Jedi, you know," Jobal said, as if she hadn't heard a single thing Ruwee had said. "You sure it's not the whole Force thing you're sensing?"

Ruwee sighed and ran a hand through his greying hair. "I've looked into that, Joby, and I'd have to have Midichlorians to be able to sense that. No, no, it's something else." He narrowed his eyes and stared at the moon as if the single cresent held all the answers.

"You're being way too suspicious of him, Ruwee. I still can't believe you sometimes!" Jobal said with a hint of frustration in her voice.

"Well then," Ruwee said. "We'll see who believes who when I expose Anakin for the liar, murderer, and shop-lifter he is!"

Jobal stared at him again. "So you're just randomly accusing our son-in-law of things he's the farthest from committing? He's a Jedi Master-and I don't even want to know where you got shop-lifter from!"

Ruwee sighed again. "Honey, I don't want to argue with you about this. I'm going to go and make sure if anyone's home. If not, we can give the package to Padme tomorrow."

Jobal nodded in agreement and disconnected the comlink.

Ruwee put the device back in his pocket and walked up the steps to the Skywalker Estate. Putting a hand up to the door, he rapped on it softly a few times. Afterwards, he waited a few seconds, and decided that no one was home. Turning around, he went to walk back to his speeder in the driveway, when he started hearing some strange singing coming from the Skywalkers' private landing platform. It sounded so grim and dark that it sent shivers up and down his spine, almost as if it were a spirit. He listened close to see if he could understand.

"Switch the blue with-the-red, if that's what-chu' de-sire," the singing went, "But the blue-and-green will re-sult-in-a big-fire. So if you wan-na' sab-a-toge An-uhhh-kin's star-fighter, switch the blue with-the-red, yes, the thick red wire!"

Ruwee looked up to see who could be singing something so diabolical (not that he entirely disagreed), and gasped when he saw a translucent ghostly figure floating near the landing platform. He closed his eyes and shook his head, but when he opened his eyes again, the ghostly spirit was gone as was the singing.

"Okaaaaaay," Ruwee said to himself, convinced that it was all in his head. "I really need some sleep."

And with that, he turned around to go back to his speeder, when he tripped over something. He groaned slightly and picked up what he had tripped over. It was a thick manual-type-thing on how to customize a speeder or starfighter, but with a much more crude title.

"Hmm...," Ruwee said as he studied the cover. "I wonder if Padme knows that Luke is reading these things," Ruwee pondered with disgust before he took it with him to remember to discuss it with his daughter the following morning. "No doubt Anakin approves this..." he muttered under his breath.

He came to his speeder and was about to get in when he started hearing more strange noises. At first, he thought he was just hearing things, but then he realized that the noise sounded an awful lot like C-3PO talking. Deciding to check it out, he turned around, and once again walked up to the large estate. This time, he walked around to the back, until he came to the backyard. He gasped again as he saw that it was adorned with tombstones and thorns giving the whole area a sinister appearance; he recalled having a conversation with his granddaughter about a music video they were making for her band's new single, "Feeding on Deception," and that they would be pranking their father into being it to give it a more "realistic touch" as Leia had put it. Ruwee was behind the idea one-hundred-and-ten percent. Anything to scare Anakin was okay by him.

Walking deeper into the backyard, Ruwee saw the shape of Threepio hunched over something, prodding it as if it were some beast.

"Oh dear... Please wake up," the protocol-droid and he gave the thing on the ground a hard kick. "If the mistress sees this, she's going to have a fit!"

"If the mistress sees what, Threepio?" he asked stepping up to the droid.

Threepio looked at Ruwee and spoke with utmost happiness. "Master Ruwee! What a pleasant surprise! If I had known you would be coming, I would've fixed some tea or-"

"Threepio, who is this?" Ruwee asked, looking at the dark, masked figure sprawled over the wet grass.

"I don't know," Threepio looked down at the body. "But he has been here ever since the storm a few hours ago. I haven't told anyone yet; I'm not positive if anyone else knows of him besides you and I."

Ruwee studied the figure. "Well, apparently he's a robber because of the mask, but can you explain why he's lying unconscious in my daughter's backyard?" He looked at Threepio.

"Sorry sir, but I already told you what I know..."

"I see...," Ruwee stroked his chin in contemplation and bent down to have a closer look at the man. He frowned when he saw a trail of blood dripping from the side of the man's neck. "What do we have here..." He turned the guy's head away from them and saw that two small holes on the side of his neck, near an artery, was the source of the blood.

"This is quite odd," Threepio commented. "I've never seen anything like this before..."

"Neither have I," Ruwee agreed. He moved a hand to the guys neck to check for a pulse, but drew back when he suddenly shot up.

"MR. SKYWALKER IS NUTS!" the guy screamed. "H-H-HE-" he motioned to his neck. "H-HE'S A-"

Ruwee and Threepio both watched as the guy fell back into unconsciousness just as quickly as he'd awoken.

"Master Ani is a what?" Threepio voiced the very question that Ruwee was thinking.

"I don't know, Threepio, but I intend to find out," he answered watching the man. "Let's see who this masked-man is, shall we? And how he knows Anakin," He added as he reached a hand to remove the mask.

"I whole-heartedly agree, sir," Threepio replied while he watched Ruwee pull off the black mask.

When he finished, Ruwee couldn't believe his eyes.

"Oh no...," he said. "Oh no... Does Leia know about this?"

Threepio looked at Ruwee. "I'm sorry sir, but I do not understand. Do you recognize him?"

"Y-Yes...," Ruwee whispered. "Yes, this is my granddaughter's boyfriend... This is Han Solo..."

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A/N: Wow, was that a shocker or what? I mean, even I was shocked as I wrote it, and I had this planned for months! Anyway, last time I gave people fruitbaskets for finishing the outrageously long chapter, but most people didn't like canteloupe, so instead, for finishing this even longer chapter, I offer you guys either a chocolate cake shaped like Darth Vader or a vanilla cake shaped like a Storm Trooper. Take your pick. If not, anyone for some mini-M&Ms? Feedback on this chapter appreciated! (Not feedback on the food, on the chapter!) Thank you and GOOD NIGHT! (or day depending on when you're reading this)

Rock out and May the Force be With You.

xoxoxo .Sweet-KRAZY.03.