Happy Birthday, Sith Wood

It was another one of those nights:  Costco za, plenty of Modelo Especial, a bit of Caol Ila, and lots of intergalactic mayhem.  It was also one of those nights:  Imperial victory slipped through Sith Wood's hands... on his birthday eve. 

Sure there were insanely improbable dice rolls (3 sixes twice in a row; 6 ones in a row, that sort of thing).  Odd how that stuff happens only during important battles.  The Rebels were hard pressed throughout the game and the Empire seemed to have an edge.  But then Hutts were able to completely stymie the Storm Troopers when they attempted to invade Kessel.  With there troops bottled up on Mon Calamari, there was no way to stop the Hutt fleet from taking its last three resource planets. 

In the second game (Sith Wood's dander was up), things looked bleak for both Hutt and Rebel.  Still, repeated Hutt advances needed immediate responses and kept the Empire from finishing off the rebellion, especially a tiny outpost at Endor. 

Repeated Revel attacks against the Death Star and starbase on Dagobah had failed, although the Death Star was taken out early on.  Then in a stroke of desperation, Rebel Leader LaBan attacked through the asteroid field at Bespin and captured the starbase at Hoth.  Amazingly, it was the garrison protecting the Emperor.  Dagobah had been a near-perfect ruse.  Victory went to the exhausted and nearly beaten Rebels. 

Pictured above, Darth Sith and Horak the Hutt show their frustration at the dastardly surprise attack that bypassed the heavily protected starbase at Dagobah and captured the lightly garrisoned Emperor on Hoth. 

I felt a great disturbance in the Force, as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced. I fear something terrible has happened. 

Obi Wan Kenobi