The Death Star(s)

Lord Destroyer: Actually, yes, I do like to read reviews. I'm really terrible at coming up with ideas for this fanfic, so they give me inspiration. :) Plus I like to know what people think of my story.

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"And then the whole thing will explode!" the director concluded, grinning insanely and waving his arms around like windmills to emphasize his point.

His audience gave him a "what the hell really?" look in unison.

Luke turned to his father and Palpatine. "Wow, you really couldn't resist building a second super battle station, could you?"

"It's not my fault," the Chancellor grumbled. "It's his fault." Then, of course, he pointed at the director.

Lando grinned. "Hey, what makes it all better is that at least I get to save the day!"

"Whatever, Calrissian," Leia said, smacking his arm jokingly and grinning back at her longtime friend. "What do you think Luke and I are doing?"

"Definitely not saving the day," Han muttered.

"Then what are we doing?" his fiancée challenged.

Luke and Lando glared at Han as if to say "saving the day." But no! It was not to be done that way!

No, it wasn't the Corellian who spoke (and who would have made amends), but instead the director. "Well, Luke's having a little talk with his daddy and evil Emperor Palpy-"

"PALPY?" the man in question exclaimed indignantly.

"-on filial obedience, and you are getting wounded and doing nothing while Han here breaks into the shield generator."

"You make me sound like I'm a naughty child," Luke complained.

"In my point of view, you are naughty," Anakin pointed out. "Hiding from me on Tatooine for twenty years? Bad boy, Luke, bad boy. Blowing up your father's Death Star, which he's set his heart and hopes on? Even worse!"

"That wasn't my fault," Luke said, copying the Chancellor. "Besides, it's so fake. Why would you set your hopes on something you designed for twenty years and then gets blown up right after it's built?"

"Let's get back to filming these scenes," the director said, trying to bring everyone's attention back to him.

"You know, your security systems on these Death Stars suck," Leia told Anakin.

"That's not my fault. That's his fault," her father said, pointing at Palpatine.

"Well, you're Lord Executor. You should have gone to him and said, 'Dude, get a smarter engineer. This security system that you have now will let my secret son blow up your super battle station through a tiny little exhaust vent, and later, some random guy who works on Bespin to blow up the second version of your super battle station.'"

"I said, it's not my fault! It's Mr. Director's fault!" Anakin whined.

Leia switched her attention. "Mr. Director-"

"Whatever," the director interrupted. "I don't care."

"Well, that explains a lot of things," Luke muttered.

flashback

"And then the whole thing will explode!" the director concluded, grinning insanely and waving his arms around like windmills to emphasize his point.

His audience gave him a "what the hell really?" look in unison.

"Wow, this battle station is so vulnerable. One little shot in one little exhaust vent and the whole thing just goes bye-bye," Han observed.

"And I get to fire it!" Luke exclaimed, smile so wide it nearly reached his ears. "In your face, Dad! I get to destroy your big battle station!"

"Whatever," Anakin mumbled, waving his son off.

"This is so stupid," Leia said, hands on her hips and turning to the director. "Your 'Death Star' is so vulnerable it's ridiculous."

"There has to be a happily ever after for our hero!" Mr. Director insisted.

"On this show, there is never a happily ever after," Palpatine grumbled.

Everyone had to agree with him.

end of flashback

"All right, let's begin filming then!" the director said cheerily.

"I'll prep for my talk with Dad and Emperor Palpy then," Luke muttered.