Note that these are not the final drafts of the chapters. “General Skywalker,” a soldier outside a door in a hallway said, rapping on the door with his knuckles. “I’ll be ready in a second,” a voice behind the door shouted. “But you don’t have a second!” the soldier excalimed, “You need to be there early.” Luke Skywalker bent over the dresser, gripping it in a tight grip. He was getting very weary of every one being so concerned of his doing and goings. He just wanted to be left alone. “Alright,” he said, “I will be coming.” He rolled his eyes. Time to please the mob. “Well, yes, bu----“