Verily, a New Hope (William Shakespeare's Star Wars, #4)

by Ian Doescher

Hey nonny non!

—Utinni!

Utinni!

But unto Tosche Station would I go, And there obtain some pow’r converters. Fie!

This R2 unit hath a foul And smoking motivator!

And as the seers say true, a crop without Its harvester is like a dewback sans Its rider.

Aye, he hath told me of The pow’rful Force. And yet, another force Doth pull me home: the force of duty and Responsibility.

Mos Eisley spaceport. Never shalt thou find A hive more rank and wretched, aye, and fill’d With villainy. So must we cautious be.

TROOPER 4 —Now get thee hence, go hence!

in yon Dank place,

Nor do I like his face, yet do I groan?

’Tis but the ship that hath the Kessel run Accomplish’d in twelve parsecs, nothing more.

The death of innocents doth bring me joy.

Thy meaning, Sir, doth prick my circuit board. ’Tis best to play the fool, and not the sage, To say it brief: pray let the Wookiee win.

Mayhap Thy Highness would prefer her cell?

A plague on 3PO for action slow, A plague upon my quest that led us here, A plague on both our circuit boards, I say!

For if thou strike me down, e’en now, e’en here, I shall more great and powerful become Than e’er thou hast imagin’d possible.

The cry of “Nay!” escapes Luke’s trembling lip And stormtroopers turn ’round to see them there.

find the glory spot, my lads,

My ship is hit! Now must I die, dear friends. [Explosion. Red Seven dies.