Charlie's chaingun was on full auto. His men were whopping and shouting as the charge took away the droids. Tha vanguard fell forward, covering the flank and sides. Charlie went over to the barracks. But there was noone there! That was when he saw the 16th hiding in the bushes. Clever. He went over and saluted smartly. "Captian Charlie Chaingun, Commander of the 18th force of the 100th division, at your service.
((Because that's the way it turned out))
"The beauty and genius of a work of film
may be reconceived, though its first material expression be destroyed; a vanished fiction
may yet again inspire the screenplay-writer
; but when the last individual of a race of living directors, of artists,
breathes no more, another heaven and another earth must pass before such a one can be again." -William Beebe, modified in memorial of the twentieth century
Su'cuy, vod, kar'laylirdarasuum me'suum!
Star Wars: The Plastic Director's Cut!