It was hard work turning off that tractor beam. Figuring out what switches to hit without blowing up the place, sneaking around without being seen, doing that little trick to distract those stormtrooper guards. All in a day's work for Obi-Wan in his youth but the years in the desert left him a little out-of-practice. Heck, everything took effort these days.
The old Jedi Master was making his way back toward the hangar housing the Millennium Falcon, hoping that punk Solo hadn't already gunned up the engines and taken off. Then a bit of neon light in the corridor caught his eye.
Ah, it was a cantina. Boy, could he ever use a drink. He couldn't even wet his whistle at Chalmun's with all of the commotion and surprisingly, there wasn't anything stronger than jawa juice on the Falcon. Solo and Chewbacca must have hidden their stash of ale. Obi-Wan glanced about, then scampered into the cantina. To his relief, it was empty save for a droid bartender.
"What will you have, Sir?" the droid asked as Obi-Wan sidled up to the bar.
"A Shaved Wookiee. Shaken, not stirred." The droid bartender nodded and set about to fix the drink.
"What brings you here to the Death Star today?" the droid asked.
"Oh, I'm just here on business. I'm a traveling salesman. I sell, uh, Imperial standard issue toilet wipes."
"Fascinating, though I have no need of such things. Did your meetings go well?"
"I believe so. The account is in the bag." The droid completed the drink and set it before Obi-Wan in a Death Star logo glass. He slammed the drink down and placed the empty glass on the bar. "Thank you. Put it on Governor Tarkin's tab."
"Yes, sir. Enjoy the remainder of your visit," the droid said.
"I certainly shall," the old Jedi said he departed the cantina. Buzzed on high-proof grain alcohol, Obi-Wan continued down the corridor. Then he sensed a presence in the Force he hadn't felt in years. Vader was waiting for him just mere feet away.
Obi-Wan opened his eyes and he was no longer facing Vader near a Death Star hangar. He was in some indefinable place beyond life and death.
"Obi-Wan." An image of Qui-Gon Jinn shimmered into view.
"I've made it, Master! I've achieved immortality, just as you taught!"
"Obi-Wan, did you really stop off for a cocktail?" Qui-Gon asked with a raised eyebrow. "What's it with you and booze anyway?"
"Hey, I was having a stressful day and I was nobly sacrificing myself…"