The New Star Wars movie creeps closer, and I’m ready for more tease but I want something darker…

The new Star Wars movie is getting closer each day, I think it's time for a new trailer.  Here's what I want to see: Leaning over a table, space cigarette drooping out of the side of his mouth in the back of a hazy bar, the old Gungan takes a swig of something foul looking and stares off into memory. There's a hint of music and conversation but it's distorted and hushed. He begins to speak. "When the rebels killed meesa friend Palpatine, dark times came to tha peace-a-ful peoples of the Empire." The view shifts to a montage of rebellion. Aircars on fire off the shoals of Coruscant's government districts, blaster beams glittering everywhere as the Empire's elite fell before the rampaging civilians. "Not-a since the Jedi betrayal was-a there so much unrest!" he continues, voice growing shrill with anger. Shown, a Star Destroyer plummets out of the sky over a desert planet, driving into the deep sands in a giant explosion of fire and debris. Overhead, X-wings dart past in triumph. Jar Jar's voice drops to a slow growl. "Over the years, meesa friends, dead. Lord Vader, dead. Thousands, MILLIONS -a brave troopers... dead. But the time has come..." Fade back to Jar Jar, looking down then slowly bringing his bloodshot eyes up to stare into the camera, "fors the Empire to strike ba-" Suddenly, a blaster shot rings out from off frame, slamming into the Gungan. He shrieks and collapses forwards in his seat onto the table. The rest of the bar comes into focus and the sound levels return to normal. We're at the suddenly silent Cantina in Mos Eisley. The camera pans across the familiar scene; the aliens have changed (some are older, some are new, some are missing) but it's recognizably the same general crowd from the original movie. It pans around to the shooter and stops just as an old Han Solo finishes putting his Blastech blaster back into his holster. "You already tried that once, it didn't work out so good." Pulling a few coins out of his pocket he starts to chuck them at the table, pauses for a moment with a smirk on his face at a similar remembered moment a long time ago, then completes the movement with a flash of silver as they clatter and slide onto the table up against the smoking corpse. "Sorry about the mess", he calls to the bartender as he saunters out. The Modal Nodes are standing on the stage silent, then break back into their signature theme song from the first film. The crowd goes back to what it was doing before as he walks out of sight.  The camera pans up through the ceiling to the blue skies of Tattooine and into space and we cut to the Star Wars logo and music in a fast wipe. = STAR WARS = THE FORCE AWAKENS F Minus 326 days, folks.  May the franchise be with us, always.