A Series of Unfortunate Coincidences(updated 9/1)

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This is a SW-Modern Earth crossover that I'm working on, I don't like to preface or brag, so I'm going just going to start by posting a chapter, and letting it explain itself.



A Series of Unfortunate Coincidences, Chapter One:
The time for the jump was NOW, there could be no more delays, this entire operation required that they jump into hyperspace and hit Endor when the ground-pounders had the shield down. Lando knew that the shield would be down, it HAD to be, they needed to buy those troops time, or else it will be all over when they arrive.

“Admiral, we're in position. All fighters accounted for.” He said into the com-system, waiting for an answer.

“Proceed with the countdown. All groups assume attack co-ordinates” came a static-infested reply on the radio. It was time. Rather than having each fighter calculate their own hyperspace jump, the Falcon would made the calculation and have all the other ships use it.

Han you better not have bullshitted me about the Kessel Run, or we're cooked. Lando thought to himself as the hyperspace co-ordinate came flashing through.

Lando heard his first mate mumble something about how the attack might fail miserable, and his concerns with the jump. “Don't worry, my friend's down there, he'll have the shield down on time” he calmly re-assured his first mate of “Or this will be the shortest offensive of all time” He said to himself, casting his own self-doubt about this long-shot assault.

“All craft, prepare to jump into hyperspace on my mark” Came the command over the radio, Lando readied the hyperdrive.

Now is when we find out how well these co-ordinate work.

Instantly the rebel armada, and the largest collection of rebel warships went streaking into hyperspace, hoping to emerge at Endor right on time.



Han Solo had finally caught some luck, something that had always seemed to flow to him constantly, until Luke showed up. It was sheer luck that your prissy protocol droid would be revered as a god by the natives, luck they would find a back door, and luck that there would only be four guards on duty. The native had been dumb enough to try to hijack a speeder bike, and let three of them away from the bunker. Only one left, not a problem, just don't let him sound the alarm. As good as he was, C-3PO was a hindrance, and a walking target, best left behind. With the last trooper disarmed, this operation would be a cake-walk.

Empty. This wasn't adding up anymore, either Han was extremely lucky right now, or he was leading his men into a trap. He hoped it was the first one, Chewbacca moaned with disgust, this wasn't adding up, but he had to get the shield down on time.



A single elevator rumbled to the top of the Emperor's tower, overlooking the moon, and fleet gathered, waiting. The weary, and aged face of the Emperor slowly turned around a met with Luke, with a piercing gaze that looked straight through his soul.

“Welcome young Skywalker, I have expecting you.” These words shot straight through him. The powerful Sith Lord, who overthrew the Old Republic, and had led them to victory in the clone wars, and foiled a “plot” by the Jedi to take over, was not nearly as menacing as he seemed.

“You no longer need those.” As he said those words, the binders on his arms unhooked and fell off. And with another three words, the crimson imperial guards immediately left the room, oblivious to fate.
He held strong against the taunting of the emperor, hoping on the careful timing of the fleet.


“You're wrong, soon I'll be dead, and you with me.” His words cut the darkness with a small shimmer of light.

“Perhaps you refer to the imminent attack of your rebel fleet” laughed the Emperor in disgust, his words cutting more deeply, extinguishing the small hope of light in the room. “Yes, I assure you that they have found themselves lost, and that they are stranded in another galaxy, and will not be able to arrive here in time to stop me.” He knew the Emperor was lying, he had to be, the fleet will arrive, the shield will be down, it all HAD to be. But it wasn't.



President Henderson looked out on the White House lawn with despair. So many presidents were here, all of them greater than I ever will be. The thought raced through his head, he longed to lead his country to victory, but he could barely have his own victory, by all counts, he shouldn't have won the last election, but he did, and he would pay dearly for it. Even though his predecessor came to power by the courts in a far closer race than what he would have, the public still hated him, he wished he could be a war president, like his successor, and be revered as a hero, but these delusions would never happen. If only he had a battle to win.



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A Series of Unfortunate Coincidences, Chapter 2:
With a sudden burst, the lightly defended shield generator control room door was forced open, waiting behind it was a group of Imperial technicians and officers. Few of whom had any combat training beyond what was learned in basic training at the academy. The rebel commandos quickly overpowered the cowering officers, who had just signaled for help.
“Han, hurry! the fleet should be here any moment!” cried Leia in a small lie as she checked one of the control panels to see the status of the attack.
The young technicians, in a fearful awe of the giant Wookie, and his bowcaster rifle pointed at them, stepped back towards the status monitor, showing the status of the deflector shield and any ships that would be in-system.

“Charges! C'mon! C'mon!” Yelled Han Solo, trying to hurry up the raid in an effort to get out as fast as possible

“Freeze!” cried Lieutenant Burtt with his rifle level at the infiltrator. Captain Solo, paying no heed to the warning simply chucked a heavy chunk of explosive at him, knocking his over a railing.. Instantly, Stormtroopers started pouring into the complex, surrounding the strike team, and confiscating their equipment.



As the Millennium Falcon pulled out of hyperspace with the fleet behind her, Lando began to realize something way VERY wrong. As the Falcon descended from Hyperspace, instead of seeing the blue-green moon of Endor with the Death Star orbit it, he saw, nothing. The jump had led them to a point in interstellar space. Immediately, General Calrissian ordered his crew to check their coordinates. The ship told them they were only a few parsec's from where they should have been.



Home One was equally lost, her navigation computers were showing the fleet in uncharted space, at the very least, 3000 years in Hyperspace to get back to the right galaxy, if they could even find it.

“All craft return to Home One.” He ordered, Admiral Ackbar knew that the attack was gone.

“Admiral! we're only a few parsecs from Endor! we can still made the attack!” Barked Lando over the comms system.

“No general, the attack cannot proceed if it will take 3000 years in Hyperspace to get to the target.”



The words from the Admiral sunk into him immediately, he had lost the fleet, they were now lost in an unknown galaxy. He could not bear to live with that shame, he was not a military commander, he was a smuggler, a “scoundrel,” and now, he had betrayed the entire alliance. He returned to the hangar, let his crew out, they had nothing to do with it. However, he then readied his ship, and took off.

“General, do you mind telling me just WHAT you are doing?” Asked Wedge.

“I'm leaving! I'm not a military man, and I never was! Now break off, I'm leaving before I cause the alliance more harm.” replied Calrissian is defeat.

“Then may the force be with you general.”

Calrissian keyed the Hyperdrive to a random vector and shot off, hoping to end up inside of a star, or end up dead.



“You fleet has vanished, and your friends on the ground will soon be dead.”

Luke didn't want to believe it, yet he knew the emperor was right. The fleet was gone. He could only hope for death, and what could bring it the fastest.

“Good, I can feel your anger. I am defenseless, take your Jedi weapon and strike me down with all of your hatred, and your journey towards the dark side will be complete!” Soothed the emperor as he built Luke's anger over the truth.

Luke gave into the emperor's commands and reached through the threads of the force for his lightsaber, and taking the fate of two galaxies in his hands.



President Henderson sat at the conference table. He hated this, it always was boring to him, but he had to bear through it. First up was the Joint Chiefs of Staff. Nothing new to report of Iraq, Afghanistan and Cambodia. Afghanistan and Iraq were the worst, because he was simply handed the worst part of those wars from the administration before him. Cambodia was more current and was a limited campaign of air-strikes against the expansionist regime that had seized power. The European community wouldn't hear of it. But they were too busy in their own affairs, trying to get a constitution passed for the second time, that they were helpless to stop “The Evil American Empire.”



For the second time, his right hand had been severed. The first time had been on cloud city, and now, in front of the Emperor of the galaxy, after a furious lightsaber fight with his father. Ben and Yoda have failed me. They lied to me about my father, the Jedi, everything. Palpatine had decided to tell Luke just how, exactly, he had come to power. Luke didn't want to believe that the Jedi tried to stage a coup on the Republic, how Obi-Wan had left his father for dead on those fiery shores. However, he knew that the Emperor was right. The only way to train their “last lope” was to lie.

“Now do you understand the evils of the Jedi, and that I did what I had to. In order to save the galaxy and bring, peace.” Remarked the aged Emperor. “I can feel the torrent of conflict in you, let go of the lies the Jedi have placed in you. Come to the dark side, the side of truth, and take your place in my Empire to last ten thousand years.”

“I pledge myself, to your teachings, master” swore Luke as he knelt before the Emperor.

“Good. Now, rise” Confirmed Palpatine. “Darth Vengance.”

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revised.

[darthdavid]

I'd pick a new darth name for luke. Some some of your stuff seems to be phrased cornily but other than that it's pretty good. I'd love to read more.

[Darth Fanboy]

Luke wouldn't give in like that without a fight, especially against Vader.

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Darth David: Done. The bad dialog is a, ummm.... tribute to George Lucas.

Fanboy: there was one, I just clarified that in the fic.

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A Series of Unfortunate Coincidences: Chapter 3

Another rude awakening. The Millennium Falcon's proximity alarm had jostled Lando out of his seat where he had fallen asleep. Damn. I forgot to shut that off. Not that it mattered now, he had to find a system in this barren galaxy soon, or he would be dead. The rations on the Falcon were running low, and he was getting desperate. He hoped that wherever the serene blue comfort of hyperspace dropped him, it would allow him to get supplies. The disgraced general checked the scans of the star system below him seemed to show.

Fifth planet. Not that dissimilar to Bespin, have to weaken the gravity and pump some breathable gases to the mining platform, but Tibanna gas could definitely be produced here. A loosely populated asteroid field between it and the forth planet. Another enigma, this planet was a desert similar to Tatooine, yet had a remarkably crimson tone to it. This third planet seemed to be a jewel. Lush in life, and covered with water. This planet and, indeed, system could serve as a nice base of operations for the me.

He tripped a location beacon, gleaming at his newfound luck.




The Imperial detention center was never a place that a rebel would leave. Leia was in equally terrible shape. At one point in the ground battle on the Endor moon, she felt as though part of her had died. It was at that moment that the rebel commando's lost what chance they had of a victory. Their furry allies, the Ewoks, had decided that their golden god was a traitor, and turned on the rebels. This spelled certain doom for them, even more so when the AT-AT walker, with Imperial reinforcements, showed up at the back of the shield bunker, forcing a surrender for the ground troops. The ground battle was, for all intents and purposes, an utter clusterfuck.

“Eat this.” demanded an officer in white armor. Shoving moldy, stale, bread into her face.

“I'm not hungry!” Protested Leia.

“It's all you're going to get.” Retorted the guard. “This is your only chance, now eat.”

“Fine!” snorted Leia as she took the bread from the guard and tried her best to stomach it.

“When you are quite finished, there is a shuttle waiting for you. You are to be taken to see the Emperor.”




“Admiral Ackbar. Can I speak to you?” Asked a lesser captain on Home One's bridge.

“What is it?” Asked the Mon Calamari admiral.

“We have re-established contact with General Calrissian” Remarked the captain. “He says he's found a suitable system in this galaxy to base operations from.”

“Triangulate his position and prepare the fleet for the jump to Hyperspace.”




“Now it's time for me to find a place to land on this rock.” Remarked Lando as he descended the Falcon down to an arid, and slightly radioactive desert basin.

“Attention unidentified aircraft! You are currently flying over restricted airspace. Please adjust your heading to Zero One Niner and contact Albuquerque Center on One Three Two point Eight. Failure to comply will result in the use of lethal force against your craft. This is your only warning.” Barked an unknown voice on the communications array. At first, Calrissian assumed that they were talking to a different aircraft in the vicinity. This incorrect realization was shattered with the impact of a surface to air missile on the Falcon's deflector shield.

“Attention unknown forces!” Barked Lando as he keyed the communicator. “This is Lando Calrissian. I do not mean hostile intentions. I am merely looking for a place to land my ship. Any more attempts to fire upon me will be taken as an aggressive action.”

“We will not take kindly to prankster on a military frequency. You will change course, or be shot down.” It was at this point that another guided missile leaped from the ground and raced towards the Falcon. Lando pulled on the controls and was able to evade the guided missile by turning the falcon around, when he found himself facing a flight of F-16 fighters. Each of them wasted no time and fired an AIM-9 sidewinder missile towards the freighter. Which proceeded to shrug all of the impact on its deflector shield. Lando keyed the auto-turrets and pulled a hard bank to starboard in an attempt to get the enemy fighters to stand down. The auto-turret started firing at one of then, causing it to to instantly burst into a ball of flame. The other five planes pulled hard to avoid the debris.

“Dammit Wedge, if there was any time I needed you, it would be now.” Cried Lando as the Falcon's deflector shield shuddered from the impact of another guided missile.

“Sorry I'm late, General!” Barked a voice over the comms channel. “Didn't think I would just let you leave!” At this moment the Falcon got behind one of the F-16's and fired a concussion missile at it, and the plane was instantly vaporised from the blast.

“Alright Rogues, lets clean up this mess. We don't want any problems for the fleet to have to deal with.” Wedge's statement was met with load cheering over the comm links. The three remaining F-16's followed behind the legendary Rouge Squadron. Each one locking on to one of the A-Wings.

“Wedge! They've locked missiles on me.” Cried an A-Wing pilot. One of the X-Wings pulled back as hard as he could so that he was now directly behind them. But before he could get off a round, the enemy fighters each fired a missile towards the helpless A-Wing. Just enough firepower to knock the weak shields off of the scout fighter. As the pilots prepared a second volley, the X-Wing was able to use its blaster cannons to destroy one of the fighters, before the other two used their AMRAM missiles to disable the A-Wing and send it spiraling down to the desert floor. After that missile salvo, the two remaining F-16's were destroyed by blaster fire and proton torpedoes.

“Rouges, lets close it up. Gold group, bomb the runways and keep them from taking off. Red and green groups, lets take out those missile turrets.” Commanded Wedge, as he made the decision to disable the base to keep this new enemy from attacking again.




“Now, Brit, as of right now, the Henderson administration is refusing to comment on the incident at White Sands, but he HAS called a press conference at the White House which is scheduled to begin in about five minutes. NOW, while we don't have any specifics on the attack, we do believe it was a Pearl Harbor style surprise attack on the range.” Commented the reporter as she spoke to one of the camera's crowded into the White House press room. As she finished her report, President Henderson walked up to the podium in the press room, and delivered his speech.

“Good Evening. This morning, at 6:53 AM mountain time. The Air Force base at White Sands Missile Range was hit by a ruthless surprise attack by an unknown group of fighters. This band, which appears to call itself the 'Rebel Alliance,' flew ships that were that were best described as replica's of the ships from the Star Wars films. After engaging a squadron of F-16 air defense fighters, and repeated warnings to change course, this group fired on US aircraft, and completely decimated the forces stationed there. We are still trying to get exact figures for the number of casualties, but so far it seems like the death toll of military personnel is going to be very high. These ships were then seen retreating to space after this hit-and-run attack on American soil. At 11:38 AM astronomers at Kitt Peak Observatory, and the crew of the International Space Station, reported seeing several large spacecraft appear to materialize traveling at a high rate of speed towards the Earth, it was at that point that they began to rapidly decelerate until they were in a stationary orbit above the US. It is with this information that I am asking Congress to declare war on this Rebel Alliance.”

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A Series of Unfortunate Coincidences, Chapter 4.

Hyperspace is a tricky beast. Plotting a course involves avoiding stars and the empty bits in between, to control ones speed. A ship that goes too fast could easily find itself flung well clear of the galaxy where it can accelerate to insane speeds forever, until it runs out of fuel, or hits something. The latter is precisely what happened to the Rebel fleet when they left Sullust. They decided to pick up speed by using the gravity well of the Maw Cluster, unfortunately, the Millennium Falcon's nava-computer made a very slight error in calculating the course. This error, not seen unless you carried out the coordinates to about three thousand decimal places, was not noticed until the fleet flung through the stupendously large gravity well of the Maw. This was enough to send them clear of the galaxy, where they kept going until they came so close to a black hole in another galaxy, which was conveniently placed there in an area the galaxy's only locals called Cygnus.




The elevator on the monstrous battlestation finally came to a halt on the tower. Out of it walked Leia and her former brother.

“Welcome young, SKYWALKER.” Creaked the old man who was sitting in a rather plain throne.

“What do you want with me you, monster!” Hissed Leia. Surprised at his knowledge of their revelation.

“I have only brought you here to die.” Remarked Palpatine.

“WHAT! You can't possi...” As Leia protested, she saw Luke, no Darth Vengeance, raised out his hands.

“Lord Vengeance. Kill her.”

“As you wish.”




The Republic fleet hung ominously above the planet. They had subjugated the planet below them, and had paralyzed it from sheer fear of retribution, or bombardment from orbit. Which the Republic held with impunity. The pathetic space station that was orbiting the planet had been quickly vaporised. Even if it was armed, the weapons these natives had would barely touch them. They owned this new galaxy. On the bridge of Home One, Admiral Ackbar stood looking over the windows clutching his hands behind his back.

“Admiral! We've had another convoy attacked.” Cried an Aide as he rushed onto the bridge. “This one in the Coruscan sea.” The Republic, as the Rebel Alliance now called themselves, had taken the liberty of naming all the bodies of water. Because they couldn't stoop themselves to use the names assigned by such primitive natives.

“How many casualties?” Replied Ackbar.

“Unknown as of yet, sir. That's the third attack this week” For the Republic, one isolated landmass was becoming increasingly hard to govern. Some terrorist group, who had called itself 'The United States of America' had decided to make things hard for the Republic to institute freedom and democracy there. Even though the Republic owned Space, these 'terrorists' were still very organized, and had managed to keep them mostly out of their country. This was their chance to bring back the old government, before Palpatine's despotic rule.

“Perhaps it's time we shifted our priorities.” Protested Mon Mothma.

“Are you suggesting that we give in to terrorists, I will do no such thing!” Snapped Ackbar, seething with hate that somebody could possibly want to try diplomacy at this hour. “The Death Star IS here. We will find it.”

“Sir, our probe droids have finished transmitting, I think there is something here you may want to see.”

“Put it up.” The rooms holo-emitter showed recon data of the sixth planet. The view then shifted to one of the moons of the enormous ringed planet. Ackbar had been right.



Outside a film studio in Modesto California. Crowds of angry protesters were bitterly angry. Why had their hero's the ones first immortalized as valiant freedom fighters some 33 years ago been subjugating them by force. And these people were going to get answers from the one person who they thought would know the truth. These angry protesters, tired of waiting at the gates to Skywalker ranch, grabbed rocks and whatever weapons they could and stormed the offices there for blood.



John Tate drove down the I-105 to an old Civil Defense shelter. He knew that he had to take cover, these “Rebels” would retaliate for the convoy attack, and had threatened to Base Delta Zero one of the large cities. He flipped on the radio for information on cover. KFI was amazingly still on the air, and the chattering heads were on.

“Look, if you are in the LA area TAKE COVER NOW! It, it doesn't matter where you are, just get under something!” Yelled the stations afternoon host, full of vitriol and fearful for his life. John pulled off to Century Boulevard and took shelter underneath the LAX runway, as the ground rumbled and shuddered from the hundreds of angry crimson bolts rained down onto Los Angeles. John Tate stood there, huddled under the runway until the shaking stopped.

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Run, Lucas, you midgety old geezer, RUN!