A star wars poem

In a galaxy far, far away, they say, The Star Wars crew came out to play. Lightsabers flashed, the Force was strong, But little did they know, they'd soon be wrong. From the depths of space, a ship appeared, The Enterprise, its crew all geared. "Make it so," said Captain Picard, "Let's show these Jedi, it won't be hard." Han Solo smirked, "We’ve got the speed, The Millennium Falcon, that’s all we need." Chewbacca roared, the engines roared too, But Scotty said, "Ach, we’ve more to do!" Phasers on stun, the battle begun, Kirk and Spock, having their fun. Yoda leaped, with saber so bright, But Data's logic gave him a fright. Stormtroopers aimed, but missed each shot, "These red shirts die," said Worf, "we do not." R2 beeped and C-3PO fretted, While Tribbles on the Death Star, quickly spreaded. Darth Vader's breathing, ominous sound, But Spock’s raised eyebrow, profound. "The needs of the many," he began to state, "Outweigh the few," but Vader sealed his fate. Leia and Uhura, team up in style, Crushing the Empire, making them rile. The Death Star loomed, its power immense, But Kirk’s charm left them all feeling tense. In the end, both sides called a truce, With a final toast of Romulan juice. "For though we fought, in space so vast, We’re all just nerds, having a blast."