place.”
Without too much more adventure or danger, the group traveled to the escape pod bay and launched themselves from the Death Star and into the depths of space. Through the pod’s tinywindow, they could see the great battle transpiring around them. TIE fighters and X-wings danced back and forth in a display of action and violence never before seen.
The pod blasted past another ship, a disk-shaped freighter—the same one that had escaped the Death Star earlier. It flew quickly past, failing to notice the jettisoned pod, and fired at a set of particularly nasty-looking TIEfighters flying through the space station’s meridian trench.
Even from where they sat, Bobbajo and his tiny animal friends could see the distant glow of the Death Star’s superlaser as it began to power up. It would happen soon.
Any moment now…
The firing sequence had begun. The Death Star was about to destroy a helpless planet. But deep within the space station, where no one couldsee, a small regulator failed to divert the deadly energy to its proper destination, and instead of vaporizing the planet below, the great gun misfired—turning its world-shattering weapon inward and ripping the Death Star apart. All that was left was a shower of glowing embers, quickly fading away into the darkness of space.
The evil that the Empire had constructed to terrorize the galaxywas no more, thanks to the invisible efforts of Bobbajo’s tiny friends: the unsung heroes of Yavin.
W ITH A TINY bow of his head, Bobbajo finished his impossible tale. The awestruck children of Reestkii sat with their mouths agape and their eyes wide. After a moment of reverent silence, they jumped up and cheered.
The adult citizens moved in to have a quiet conversation with the Nu-Cosian. Jol Bengim was the first to speak. “Look…I appreciate you keeping the children calm. That was theright thing to do. And I admit…it was a good story….” The Chevin spoke confidentially.
“But we all know that’s not what happened!” interjected Xavi Brightsun. “The Death Star was destroyed by the Rebel Alliance! They blasted it through a vent with torpedoes! They had a Jedi and everything!”
Thaddeeus Marien paced the room, gesturing wildly. “And that was decades ago! It’s ancient history!There’s no way you could have been there!”
Bobbajo smiled. “History…is an interesting thing. We know only…the versions we are told. It does not mean…that there are not…other truths.”
P’nll Vun shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. It was a fun diversion but…there are no fabulous magical pets to save us. There’s no story you can tell that will keep the slavers from taking us away.”
Bobbajoshrugged at the Nautolan and began shuffling slowly toward the great doors of the main hall.
“Wait!” yelled Xavi Brightsun. “You can’t go out there! You’ll be killed!”
Bobbajo ignored the warning, ambling to the door and gently pushing it with one hand. The door swung open easily, and outside the pirates were…
Defeated. Or more specifically, beaten and unconscious. The citizens pouredout of the town hall, shocked expressions on their faces. The catlike slavers’ vehicle was a smoldering ruin. A pair of slavers, barely visible, was buried under a pile of heavy crates that had previously been safely stacked. Another one slumped and fell from a rooftop, unconscious before hitting the ground.
It was over. The slavers were defeated, and the only apparent defenders that couldhave accomplished that…?
Out from the wreckage and chaos of the slavers’ defeat they came. The fluffy pishnes waddled up to Bobbajo and nuzzled his legs. The Nu-Cosian reached down and petted each of them. The gwerps hopped out of the shadows and bounced happily up Bobbajo’s back while the bulbous lonlan drifted down to greet everyone, floating lazily in the breeze as it did in its semi-inflatedform. One by one, the animals happily took their places in Bobbajo’s crates, cages, and