Brian Kesinger Presents TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE SITHMAS

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Brian Kesinger is a brilliant artist behind the Lil Kylo art series, is a story artist for Disney, and has his own steampunk series Victoria and Otto.  On the eve of Christmas he brings one more joy to the Star Wars fandom, Twas the Night Before Sithmas.

‘Twas the night before SITHMAS, when all through the asteroid
Not a lifeform was stirring, not even a mousedroid
The probebots were hung in the Death Star with care,
In hopes that Lord Vader soon would be there;

The rebels were huddled, consumed with dark dread,
With visions of storm troopers shooting at their heads;
And snoke in his ‘hood, and I in my helm,
Had just finished our first order demands.

When on the scanners there arose such a transmission,
I sprang from my chamber to check the commotion.
Away to the hangar I flew like a flash,
Lowered the shields and threw up the blast door.

The Desolate and infinite vacuum of space
Gave the feeling of insignificance to all in its place,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature shuttle, and eight tie piloteers,

With a wise old driver, more machine than man,
I knew in a moment the force had a plan.
More rapid than mynocks his squadron they came,
And he bellowed, and shouted, and called them by name;

“Now, CHASER! now, BACKDRAFT! now, WAMPA and QUICKDRAW!
On, YOUNGSTER! on DARK CURSE! on, NIGHTBEAST and MAULER!
To the outer rim systems! to the moons of lothal!
Now hyperspeed! Hyperspeed! Hyperspeed all!”
(I know tie fighters are not equipped with hyper drives, just go with it-KR)

As stardust that before the solar storms fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, it surely would die,
So up to the rebel base the squadron they flew,
With a cargo bay of ordinance, and Darth Vader too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the comm
The screaming and terror of each rebel scum.
As I drew in my saber, and was donning my hood,
In came lord Vader with a very bad mood.

He was dressed all in black, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of blasters he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a toydarian just opening his pack.

His eyes — how they glared! his breathing how scary!
His helmet was dark, his appearance made me quite merry!
His laser sword was lit, the room all a glow,
And the boots on his feet could stomp any foe;

The stumps of his limbs were cyber augmented,
And the smoke of destruction resulted when his patience was tested;
He visage was grim and his chest panel electric,
It blinked, when his attacker’s defenses were rejected.

He was mighty and grand, a right awesome old sith,
And I knelt down when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A point of his finger and a nod of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Reprimanding the admirals; then choked out a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his saber,
And giving a nod, up the repulsor lift he rose;

He sprang to his shuttle, to his squad gave a command,
And away they took off like the down of a tauntaun.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
HAPPY SITHMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!

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