Cinematic Adventures: Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back

Vengeful Reunion

Back in the floating metropolis of Cloudy City, Chewbacca and Marek are forced to share a prison cell. The stark room they are held in was flooded with a hot light. To add to Chewie's misery, a high-pitched whistle screeched loudly, and Chewie was going mad. He banged the wall with giant fists, as he paced back and forth across the cell floor. Marek groaned in frustration, having had enough of both listening and watching the Wookiee go crazy.

"Stomping around and punching things won't save us, you know?" He spoke agitated.

Chewbacca growled back at him through his native language, to which Marek had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. He merely assumed he was saying something 'insulting'.

"If you want to blame anyone for this mess, blame Solo. It's his stupid blind trust that got us imprisoned in the first place."

Once again, Chewbacca growled at Marek. This roar much angrier and threatening as though the beast won't stand for what the Sith was saying about his companion. Marek merely rose his hands in defense.

"Calm yourself beast," He said. "I've no desire to fight you. Don't get me wrong, even with my lightsabers confiscated, I'd still crush you in my grip."

The upper lights went off abruptly. Chewbacca rubbed his eyes and moved to a wall, where he listened for a moment. Then, moaning to himself, he moved to a platform where the disassembled pieces of 3PO lie. He picked up the golden droid's head and meditated on it for a moment, barking a few philosophical remarks. Chewie sticked the robot's head on its torso and started adjusting wires and circuits. Marek watched with an almost amused look on his face.

"Seems the golden tin can finally fell to pieces," He chuckled. "Personally, I say it's a much-needed relief. All his constant prattling would drive a Kath Hound mad."

Suddenly, the lights in 3PO's eyes sparked to life as Chewie contacted two connectors together. 3PO immediately began to speak, but his voice was so slow and so low as to be nearly unintelligible.

"Mmm..." 3PO muttered. "Oh, my. Uh, I, uh—Take this off! I, uh, don't mean to intrude here. I, don't, no, no, no... Please don't get up. No!"

Hearing the return of the droid's frantic voice, Marek groaned and rubbed his temples.

"The silence was good while it lasted."

Chewie looked at 3PO in bewilderment, then scratched his furry head. He got an idea and started adjusting some connections, whereupon 3PO immediately began to speak normally.

"Stormtroopers? Here? We're in danger. I must tell the others. Oh, no! I've been shot!"

<>

In another area of the city, Darth Vader and Seraphina strode through a room that could only be qualified as a torture chamber while two stormtroopers prepared an elaborate torture mechanism. Han was strapped to a rack which tilted forward onto the torture device. Seraphina looked on with a twisted smirk under her visor.

"Care to divulge us the whereabouts of Skywalker and his other friends, space scum?" She asked sinisterly.

Though certainly in no position to do so, Han looked over at the Sith woman and gave a light smirk.

"I don't know what you're talking about sweetheart," He answered smugly.

Seraphina's smirk instantly changed into a sneer, as she eyed the smuggler with a death stare.

"You will tell us what you know," She growled angrily.

But again, Han merely chuckled.

"I bet you're not so bad underneath all those black robes. How's about ditching the helmet, then we can have a nice chat. What do you say?"