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"The Star Wars" by George Lucas

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                                 THE ADVENTURES
                                 --- ----------
                                 THE STARKILLER
                                 --- ----------
                                  (episode one)
                                 "The Star Wars"
                                  George Lucas

                                                    LUCASFILM LIMITED
SECOND DRAFT                                        52 Park Way
                                                    San Anselmo
January 28, 1975                                    California 94960
                    "...And in the time of greatest
                    despair there shall come a savior,
                    and he shall be known as: THE SON
                    OF THE SUNS."
                                  Journal of the Whills, 3:127
                                  ------- -- --- ------
             FADE IN:
        1.   SPACE
             A vast sea of stars is broken as the warm, amber surface
             of the planet, UTAPAU, emerges from a total eclipse.  Five
             small moons slowly drift into view from the far side of
             the planet.  The MAIN TITLE is followed by a ROLL-UP:
                       The REPUBLIC GALACTICA is dead.  Ruthless
                       trader barons, driven by greed and the
                       lust for power, have replaced enlightenment
                       with oppression, and "rule by the people"
                       with the FIRST GALACTIC EMPIRE.
                       Until the tragic Holy Rebellion of "06",
                       the respected JEDI BENDU OF ASHLA were the
                       most powerful warriors in the Universe.
                       For a hundred thousand years, generations
                       of Jedi Bendu knights learned the ways of
                       the mysterious FORCE OF OTHERS, and acted
                       as the guardians of peace and justice in
                       the REPUBLIC.  Now these legendary warriors
                       are all but extinct.  One by one they have
                       been hunted down and destroyed by a fero-
                       cious rival sect of mercenary warriors:
                       THE BLACK KNIGHIS OF THE SITH.
                       It is a period of civil wars.  The EMPIRE
                       is crumbling into lawless barbarism through-
                       out the million worlds of the galaxy. From
                       the celestial equator to the farthest
                       reaches of the GREAT RIFT, seventy small
                       solar systems have united in a common war
                       against the tyranny of the Empire.  Under
                       the command of a mighty Jedi warrior known
                       as THE STARKILLER, the REBEL ALLIANCE has
                       won a crushing victory over the deadly
                       Imperial Star Fleet.  The Empire knows that
                       one more such defeat will bring a thousand
                       more solar systems into the rebellion, and
                       Imperial control of the Outlands could be
                       lost forever...
             A tiny silver space craft races from behind one of the
             lifeless Utapau moons.  The small rebel spacefighter is
             being chased by four giant Imperial stardestroyers. Hun-
             dreds of deadly laser bolts streak from the Imperial
             warships as they dive on the smaller craft.
             Every few moments, the little rebel ship returns the fire,
             until one of the Imperial battlewagons explodes, causing
             it to fall out of formation.  The three remaining star-
             destroyers continue the pursuit.
             The two elaborate laser gun turrets belch a smoky exhaust
             as the gun crews, wearing heat-protective suits, gogglss
             and breath masks, cheer and congratulate each other on the
             direct hit.  The gunnery CHIEF finishes speaking into his
             helmet "com-link", and yells to the crew.
                           I don't know what you boys are
                           so cheery about; there are still
                           three more out there.
             The crews snap-to, and turn back to their giant guns. Sev-
             eral stubby, three-legged ROBOTS scurry to and fro, bring-
             ing equipment, and repairing damage to sections of the
             The chaos of battle echoes through the narrow, main passage-
             way of the starfighter.  An explosion rocks the ship, and
             two construction robots, ARTOO DETOO (R2-D2) and SEE THREEPIO
             (C-3PO) struggle to make their way through the shaking,
             bouncing passageway.  Both robots are old and battered.
             Artoo is a short (36 inches), claw-armed, tri-ped.  His face
             is a mass of computer lights, surrounding a radar eye.
             Threepio, on the other hand, is a tall, slender robot of
             human prooortions.  He has a gleaming bronze-like metallic
             surface of an "Art Deco" design.
                           Artoo, my friend, this is madness!
                           If this keeps up, we're going to
                           be destroyed.  I'm afraid I'm still
                           not accustomed to space travel...
                           What are we to do?
             The little dwarf robot makes a series of electronic sounds
             that only a robot could understand.
                                     THREEPIO (CONT'D)
                           Relax?!?...What do you mean we're
                           in no immediate danger??! You're
                           faulty, this is madness!
             Artoo gives his tall companion a sheepish computer blink
             and starts off down the hallway. .
                                     THREEPIO (CONT'D)
                           Artoo Detoo, wait!  Wait a
             Threepio climbs through a hatch and starts after Artoo.
        4.   EXT. SPACE BATTLE
             One of the giant Imperial Stardestroyers breaks formation
             and surges ahead of the others, closing on the tiny rebel
             space craft.  The main battery of laser cannons on the
             huge Imperial warship directs an overwhelming concentra-
             tion or laser fire at the main solar fin on the rebelship.
             Finally it disintegrates, creating a spectacular heavenly
             A sudden pressure change sucks equipment and debris through
             the power section of the spacefighter.  Alarms are sound-
             ing everywhere.  The spaceship shudders under the impact
             of the Imperial barrage.  Artoo and Threepio are blown,
             slipping and sliding across the hallway floor into a stack
             of freight canisters.  The lanky Threepio becomes lodged
             under a computer console.
                           I'm dead!...I told you this
                           would happen.  Artoo, I can't
             Little Artoo waddles over to his trapped companion.  He
             clears away several mangled canisters and climbs under the
             sparking and smoking computer.  He is chattering away in
             an elaborate combination of whistles, beeps and clicks.
                                     THREEPIO (CONT'D)
                           Oh my, I think something is
                           melting.  Artoo Detoo, this is
                           all your fault...I should have
                           known better than to listen to
                           a half-pint thermo-astronic
                           capulary dehousing - assister.
                           You're truly faulty.
             Artoo counters with a rather angry rebuttal as he struggles
             to pull the larger robot free from the small leg space under
             the computer console.  Two MEN hurriedly enter the power
             station and begin checking the damage.  The robots can only
             see the humans' legs as they pass to and fro in front of
             the desk-like console; but they recognize the voice of their
             captain: DEAK STARKILLER.
                                     THREEPIO (CONT'D)
                           Shhh, it's the captain...
             The captain's FIRST OFFICER pops his head under the console
             and sees Artoo straining to free Threepio.  The little robot
                           Well, Hello!  Are you boys all
                           Yes sir, I'll be out in a minute.
                           No damage that I can tell. Sorry
                           to be of trouble, sir...
                           As you were.
             Artoo goes back to his pulling and pushing as the officer
             again becomes a pair of legs, and is joined by the sturdier
             legs of Captain Starkiller.
                                     OFFICER (CONT'D)
                           There's a C-3 unit jammed under
                           the console, but no damage, sir.
             Artoo uses one of his claw arms to cut away a small metal
             beam bent around Threepio's shoulder.
                           The solar activators are burned
                           out.  The shields are down.
                           They'll be boarding in no time.
                           There is a Sith knight among
                           them.  I can feel his para-force.
                           Hurry, secure your assault posi-
                           tions.  The BOGAN force is strong
                           with the enemy.
                           Yes sir, the men are ready.
             The officer bows low and hurries out of the smoldering cham-
             ber.  Artoo stops his work, and the robots quietly watch
             Deak's legs as he paces the room.  He stands for a few mo-
             ments in meditation.  The two mechanical men suddenly feel
             as if they are intruding, and every little creak and noise
             becomes an embarrassment.  A VOICE from another part of the
             ship yells out to the captain, and he rushes out of the room.
             Threepio breathes a sigh of relief.
                          I think there will be no es-
                          cape for the captain this time...
             The smoldering silver rebel craft is quickly surrounded by
             the three giant Imperial warships.  One of the huge star-
             destroyers moves into orbit just above the helpless rebel
             An awesome array of lighted panels and computer monitors are
             reflected in the polished black helmets of six Imperial
             master-pilots.  A fifth-ranked General of the Fleet sits in
             a rotating chair suspended from the cabin ceiling, watching
             the chief pilot maneuver the huge warship above the tiny
             rebel spacefighter.
                                     CHIEF PILOT
                           That's as close as I dare take
                                (into intercom)
                          We are in position...stand by.
                          Remember, Lord Vader wants as
                          many of them taken alive as is
                          possible.  There will be no
             The huge gray underbelly of the Imperial warship hovers less
             than twenty feet above the rebel spacefighter.
             A small hatch near one of the complex antenna groupings
             silently slides open.  With fascist precision, ten storm-
             troopers wearing ominous armored spacesuits drop onto the
             top of the disabled rebel craft. A burly sergeant aims
             his powerful laser pistol at the silver hull.
             A tremendous blast opens up a hole six feet wide in the
             side of the main passageway, sucking equipment and debris
             into the vacuum of space.  Three fearsome stormtroopers
             armed with chrome multi-laser rifles make their way through
             the smoking debris into the padded hallway.  The SERGEANT
             and four more armored troopers quickly follow.
                           Use your blades!  There's too
                           much risk of blaster ricochet
                           in these cramped quarters.
             The troops sling the rifles over their shoulders and take
             a small baton from their belts, which instantly ignites
             into a long glowing laser sword.
             At the far end of the passageway, a door swings wide reveal-
             ing a rebel warrior wearing a breath mask and dressed in
             the distinctive uniform of an AQUILLIAN RANGER.  A long,
             deadly laser sword glows in his right hand, while several
             chrome ping-pong sized balls magically appear in his left.
             Tiny antenna project from the chrome balls, and before the
             stormtroopers can raise their weapons, the balls fly out
             of the ranger's hand.  One of the balls stops in the middle
             of the troops and explodes.  Three other balls shoot through
             the hole ripped in the side of the ship.
             Six armored stormtroopers are assembled on the sleak silver
             hull of the rebel spacefighter.  The three chrome balls fly
             out of the rebel craft just as several more troops drop from
             the hatch of the Imperial stardestroyer.  One or the seeker-
             bombs explodes among the assembled troops, flinging most of
             them into the vastness of space.  The two remaining bombs
             rocket toward the open hatch of the Imperial warship.  One
             of the surviving stormtroopers, clinging to the rebel craft,
             yells into his helmet intercom as he aims a laser pistol at
             the tiny chrome projectiles.
                           Seekers!  Seekers!  Close the
             A blast from the laser pistol hits one of the balls, and
             it explodes harmlessly outside the stardestroyer.  The
             second seeker bomb races into the stardestroyer, just as
             the hatch slides closed.  A muffled explosion is heard in-
             side the huge spacecraft.
             The Aquillian ranger charges what's left of the storm-
             troopers.  He swings his glowing laser sword high over his
             head; but before he can bring the deadly blade down on a
             victim, four more troops enter the ship and assail the
             ranger.  He. puts up a good fight, but soon falls under the
             superior odds.  A half dozen more armored stormtroopers
             enter the damaged ship and cautiously make their way down
             the narrow hallway.
             Smoke fills the crowded cockpit of the rebel starship. The
             pilot struggles to remove a wounded comrade as an exhausted
             Aquillian RANGER enters and bows before Deak Starkiller.
             The young captain's face is covered by a small, ornate face
             mask, but he appears to be about twenty-five years old. He
             is wearing the loose-fitting robes of a Jedi knight.
                           The Bogan force is too strong
                           upon us.  Our spirit is broken.
                           You must rally the men, fight
                           off your despair.  The force of
                           others is still with us...
                           Clieg is dead.  They're blasting
                           the lifepods before we can clear
                           the ship.  We're trapped...
                           Then we must make this treachery
                           costly for them.  Return to your
             The ranger bows low before the Jedi starcaptain, and rushes
             out of the cockpit.  The pilot has returned to his seat in
             front of the ship's main control board.
                                     DEAK (CONT'D)
                           What's the power now?
                                     PILOT (TYREE)
                           It's up to five point nine; but
                           we'll need a lot more to ignite
                           the engines...There just isn't
                           enough time...
                           Keep at it.   I'm going aft.
                                     PILOT (TYREE)
                           But what about your father. He
                           must have the KIBER Crystal if
                           Ogana Major is to survive.  He
                           won't be able to hold out against
                           the Imperial siege much longer.
                           The risk was too great.  We'll
                           never be able to make contact
                           with Luke now.  We've lost every-
                           thing.  We should never...
                           You're feeling the Bogan's despair.
                           Be strong, Tyree, drive it from
                           your thoughts.  Luke is father's
                           only hope...maybe there is still
                           a slim chance we might salvage
             He moves to the computer bank, and speaks into the intercom.
                                     DEAK (CONT'D)
                           All R-2 units stand by for new
                           prime directive programming...
             He turns back to the pilot for a moment.
                                     DEAK (CONT'D)
                           What's the R-2 scramble code?
                                     Pilot (TYREE)
                           "Tan-takk RS-411".  Do you think
                           one of them might get through?
                           I'm afraid the chances of an R-2
                           unit finding Luke down there are
                           much better than Luke's chances
                           of getting back to father...R-2
                           units compute as follows: Scramble
                           code, tan-takk RS-411.  Prime
                           directive - contact code "Angel
                           blue".  Seek OWEN LARS at or near
                           position: 321-DC-28.  Relay the
                           following transcription:
             Little Artoo stands ridged in the middle of the smoke-filled
             passageway.  Threepio runs awkwardly toward the tiny robot
             from a large hatchway at one end of the corridor.  Artoo's
             computer face blinks wildly.
                           We're cut off.  They're coming
                           from that direction.  I heard
                           them.  Come on, we'll have to go
                           back the way we came.
             Artoo lets out a long musical whistle, but doesn't move.
                                     THREEPIO (CONT'D)
                           Wait!?? They'll be here in mo-
                           ments!  I have no intenticn of
                           getting sent to the spice mines
                           of KESSAL, or smashed into...
                           what?!  A new prime directive!??!
                           Oh no!  Not at a time like this!
                           How much longer?
             The muted sounds of grinding and crushing get louder until
             a dozen Imperial stormtroopers, wearing spooky-looking armor,
             enter the passageway.  They arrange themselves geometrically,
             their movements synchronized, as they move stealthily through
             the unusually wide corridor.  Threepio grabs his little part-
             ner and struggles to drag him into the shadows of an emer-
             gency ventilator system.  Hard and weary, the troops advance
             -- their glowing laser swords held at ready.  Suddenly,
             directly in back of the stormtroopers, about ten feet away,
             the imposing young Jedi, Deak Starkiller, steps from behind
             the open hatch.
             His chrome laser pistol still rests in its holster; but his
             laser sword sparks to life with a sharp hum.  One of the
             troopers senses his presence and turns freezing momentarily.
             The rest of the troops turn a second later, almost as a re-
             flex action.  A slow grim smile creeps across Deak's face,
             as the troops realize they are outmatched.
                           He's a Jedi.  Use your blasters!
             Six troopers who are carrying their chrome laser rifles at
             the ready start to step forward and raise their weapons.
             Deak is quicker.  In one amazing movement, he spins around,
             replacing his laser sword to his belt, and draws his deadly
             laser pistol, blasting out four shots that rip through the
             soldiers.  In a few moments, the entire passageway blazes
             with laser fire.  Laser bolts ricochet in wild random pat-
             terns, creating small explosions and finally a small hole in
             the wall, which sucks debris and stormtroopers into space,
             until finally it is plugged by a large supply canister.
             Artoo and Threepio are plummeted by loose equipment and de-
             bris.  Threepio attempts to cover his head.  Artoo pulls a
             grate off the vent system and starts to enter the dark shaft.
             Threepio clings to a side rail for dear life as debris and
             laser bolts fly past him.  Artoo beeps to his tcrrified com-
                           No more adventures!  I'm not
                           going in there.  No!  Never!
             Artoo disappears down the ominous shaft.  He leaves his friend
             with a few parting whistles.
                                     THREEPIO (CONT'D)
                           Don't call me a mindless philosopher,
                           you overweight glob of grease!  I
                           simply think you are going the wrong
             Threepio peers into the gloom of the vent shaft.
                                     THREEPIO (CONT'D)
                           Hello?!?  Artoo?...
             Stormtroopers scatter and run down an adjoining passageway;
             others duck behind storage lockers.
             Multiple laser fire rips through several stormtroopers who
             scream and stagger from the smoke, holding shattered arms
             and faces.  Deak and two Aquillian rangers back into a
             sealed corridor at the far end of the passageway.  Deak's
             gun jams, and the two rangers are cut down behind him. The
             young Jedi ignites his glowing red laser sword and begins
             swinging.  Stormtroopers are cut down right and left, un-
             til they flee the corridor in panic, firing wildly as they
             stumble over canisters to escape.
             Suddenly several of the panic-stricken troopers who had fled
             downn a sub-hallway are back into the cockpit area, more
             afraid of what's down the sub-hallway than the deadly Jedi's
             blade.  Troopers still fleeing the area crash into those re-
                           The Sith Knight...Lord Vader is
                           coming.  Go back.  Go back!
             A new courage, or greater fear, seizes the troops and they
             turn on Deak again and renew the attack.  The troops scram-
             ble away from the sub-hallway entrance, as something un-
             speakably evil and terrifying approaches the cabin.
             The tall, gleaming Threepio rushes through several low, nar-
             row corridors, yelling at Artoo, who races along as fast as
             his stubby mechanical feet will carry him.
                           Wait!  Wait a minute.  I'm coming.
                           ...Would you mind telling me where
                           you are off to?
             Artoo throws a short beep over his shoulder.
                                     THREEPIO (CONT'D)
                           Leaving?!  Leaving where?  Don't
                           be ridiculous, that's desertion!
                           I order you to stop.  Did you
                           hear me?  Stop!
             Artoo continues on, countering with a frenzy of elcctronic
             whistles and twangs.
                                     THREEPIO (CONT'D)
                           What new prime directive?  Why
                           didn't I receive it?
                           What's so important that I'm
                           not to be trusted?  I don't
                           believe you.  I think you're
             Artoo stops before the small hatch of an emergency lifepod.
             He snaps the seal on the main latch and a red warning light
             begins to flash.  The stubby, dwarf-robot works his way
             into the cramped four-man pod.
                                     THREEPIO (CONT'D)
                           Hey!  What are you doing?  You
                           can't use that!...It's restricted.
                           You're not permitted in there;
                           you'll be de-activated for sure.
                           The situation is not _that_ des-
                           perate!  Now come out of there
                           before someone sees you.
             A new explosion, this time very close, sends dust and debris
             through the narrow sub-hallway.  Flames lick at the two ro-
             bots.  After a flurry of electronic swearing from Artoo, the
             lanky bronze Threepio jumps into the lifepod.
                                     THREEPIO (CONT'D)
                           I think I'm going to regret this;
                           but my prime directive IS preser-
             The safety door snaps shut, and with the thunder of explod-
             ing latches, the tiny lifepod ejects from the disabled star-
             On the main viewscreen, the lifepod carrying the two terri-
             fied robots speeds away from the stricken rebel spacecraft.
                                     CHIEF PILOT
                           There goes another one.  Look.
                           Hold your fire.  No lifeforms.
                           It must have short-circuited.
             The captain gets a message on his headset.
                                     CAPTAIN (CONT'D)
                           Yes...Yes...He's on his way
                           down now...No.  Good, excellent.
                           I'll relay it.
                                (he turns to
                                 the pilots)
                           The ship is ours!
             The pilots cheer and an excited murmur rushes throughout
             the ship.
             The reddish-yellow mass of Utapau seems to engulf the tiny
             lifepod containing the two robots.  The grouping of star-
             destroyers grows smaller as the pod descends toward the
                           That's funny, the damage
                           doesn't look as bad from out
                           here.  Are you sure this thing
                           is safe?
             Deak Starkiller cuts down several troops who make a fren-
             zied, suicidal charge with laser swords.
                           The Bogan!  The Bogan!
             They are no match for the incredibly agile young Jedi.  For
             an eerie moment, all is deathly quiet as a huge darker figure
             appears in the sub-hallway.  The remaining stormtroooers bow
             low toward the doorway.  An awesome, seven-foot BLACK KNIGHT
             OF THE SITH makes his way into the blinding light of the cock-
             pit area.  This is LORD DARTH VADER, right hand to the MASTER
             OF THE SITH.  His sinister face is partially obscured by his
             flowing black robes and grotesque breath mask, which are in
             sharp contrast to the fascist white armored suits of the
             Imperial stormtroopers.  The troops instinctively back away
             from the imposing warrior.
             Deak Starkiller stands firm; a new look of resolve sweeps
             across his tired face.  The smoky room is deathly quiet, ex-
             cept for the occasional snapping and popping of burning
             electrical circuits in the cockpit's sophisticated control
             As the Black Knight enters the corridor, the few surviving
             troopers scramble into the sub-hallway.  Lord Vader speaks
             in an oddly filtered voice through his complex breathing
                           At last we meet!
                           With so much commotion, I
                           expected your master, not
                           merely a servant.
             Vader is angered by this remark.  Taking a deep breath, he
             raises his arms and every object that isn't bolted down is
             picked up by an invisible force and hurled at the young
             Jedi.  When the objects reach about two feet of Deak, they
             are deflected by an invisible shield which surrounds him.
                                     DEAK (CONT'D)
                           The Bogan is strong with you;
                           but not nearly strong enough.
                           I'm afraid you -i have to use
                           your weapon, if you're able!
                           I am Lord Darth Vader, first
                           Knight of the Sith, and right
                           hand to His Eminence Prince
                           Espaa Valorum, the Master of
                           the Bogan.  You will not mock
                           me, or my Master; for the Ashla
                           is weak, and the FORCE OF OTHERS
                           cannot save you now...
             The fearsome dark knight ignites his laser sword and takes
             a defensive stance.  The two galactic warriors stand per-
             fectly still for a few moments, sizing each other up and
             waiting for the right moment.  Deak seems to be under in-
             creasing pressure and strain, as if an invisible weight
             were being placed upon him.  He shakes his head and blink-
             ing, tries to clear his eyes.
                                     VADER (CONT'D)
                           Your powers are weak...
             Deak makes a sudden lunge at the huge warrior but is checked
             by a lightning movement of the SITH.  A second masterful
             slash-stroke by Deak is again blocked by his evil opponent.
             They stand motionless for a few moments, with laser swords
             locked in mid-air, creating a low buzzing sound.  Another
             of the Jedi's blows is blocked, then countered.  Deak stum-
             bles back against a wall.  Slowly Deak is forced to his
             knees as all his energy is drained from his being. Finally,
             he collapses in a heap.  The sinister knight lets out a
             horrible, shrieking laugh, as stormtroopers rush in with
             restraining poles, followed by a braided and flashy Imperial
             commander.  Deak's arms and legs are pinned to the wall.
             He struggles with his bonds.
                            So, we got him.  Your para-
                            force is strong indeed.  The
                            Emperor will be pleased. Why,
                            he's just a boy!
             An Imperial officer takes a gold medallion from around the
             young Jedi's neck.
                           The Starkiller!
             A murmur of astonishment races throughout the troops.
                           Impossible!  He would have to
                           be over three hundred years old.
                           How could this Jedi possibly be
                           the Starkiller?
             The great Black Knight studies the golden crest, and then
             stares into the eyes of the fuming Jedi.  Vader has a visi-
             ble dislike of the commander.
                           This is another of his sons.
                           Your master said he'd killed them
                           all...And why is he wearing his
                           father's crest?
                           His father must be dead.  The
                           Starkiller would never give this
                           up if he were alive...It possesses
                           great power.  _This_ boy must be
                           the last...
                           "The son of the suns!" The
                           last of the Starkiller line,
                           whom the seer's have said
                           would bring down the Empire.
                           It appears we have altered destiny.
                                (to an aid)
                           Send word to the Emperor.
                           We've captured their "Savior".
                           The rebellion is broken. The
                           Starkiller is dead.  Let the
                           attack of Ogana Major begin...
             The Black Knight takes a restraining pole from one of the
             guards and brutally jabs the young Jedi in the chest.  Deak
             squirms in pain but does not cry out.  He is struck again.
             An officer approaches the commander.
                           Why would he chance running
                           the blockade to come out here
                           in the middle of nowhere.
                           There is little on this planet...
                           An interesting question. Send
                           a platoon of "Tuskens" to the
                           planet surface and have them
                           report anything unusual. Maybe
                           he has friends we should know
                                (turning pointedly
                                 to Vader)
                           or perhaps another brother...
             Vader gives the commander an angry stare and suddenly it
             appears as if the commander can't catch his breath.  The
             commander turns and rushes out of the cabin in great dis-
             tress.  Vader punches Deak one last time.
                           You will come to know such suf-
                           fering as only the Master of the
                           Bogan Force can provide.  From
                           you he will learn many secrets...
             Vader throws Deak's head back painfully hard against the
                                     VADER (CONT'D)
                                (to the guards)
                           Bind him, and take him to my
                                (to Deak)
                           There is no one to save you now.
             His frightening laugh rings throughout the starship.
             JUNDLAND, or "No Man's Land" where the rugged desert mesas
             meec the foreboding dune sea.  The two helpless astro-robots
             kick up clouds of dust as they leave the lifepod, and clum-
             sily work their way across the desert coastline.  The stubby
             Artoo struggles desperately to keep up with the long-legged
             Threepio.  Suddenly, Artoo makes a sharp right turn, and
             starts off in the direction of the rocky desert mesas.
             Threepio stops and yells at him.
                           Where do you think you're going?!?
             A stream of electronic noises pour forth from the small ro-
                                     THREEPIO (CONT'D)
                           ...to find Owen Lars?!?  What's
                           that?!?  Just because the boss
                           was looking for his brother
                           doesn't mean WE have to look for
                           him!  That WAS the prime direc-
                           tive, but not anymore...Besides,
                           why go that way?  It's so rocky.
                           Why not go this way?  It would
                           be much easier.  How do you KNOW
                           Owen Lars is that way?
             Artoo continues his electronic babbling.
                                     THREEPIO (CONT'D)
                           Don't get technical with me. I
                           think you're going the wrong way.
                           I've had just about enough of you!
                           You pragmatic, nearsighted scrap
                           I don't believe this "Angel Blue"
                           even exits, but you just go that
                           way.  You'll be malfunctioning
                           within a day.
             He picks up the tiny robot and tosses him several feet into
             a large sand dune.  Threepio starts off in the direction
             of the dune sea.  Artoo struggles to his three, stubby feet
             and shakes a metallic claw arm at his disappearing ex-partner.
                                     THREEPIO (CONT'D)
                                (over his shoulder)
                           ...And don't let me catch you
                           following me begging for help --
                           because you won t get it!
             Artoo counters with a few short whistles.
                                     THREEPIO (CONT'D)
                           Don't call ME a traitor.  My
                           loyalty is impeccable!...You
                           emotion-brained intellectual...
             Artoo's reply is a rather rude sound.  He turns and trudges
             off in the opposite direction.
             Threepio, hot and tired, struggles up over the ridge of a
             dune, only to find more dunes, which seem to go on for end-
             less miles.  He looks back in the direction of the now dis-
             tant rock mesas.
                           You little malfunctioning twerp.
                           This is all your fault.  You
                           tricked me into going this way,
                           but you'll do no better.
             He sits in a huff of anger and frustration, knocking the
             sand from his joints.  His plight seems hopeless, when a
             glint of reflected light in the distance reveals an object
             speeding toward him.  The bronze android waves frantically
             and yells at the approaching transport.
             The little Artoo stumbles over several boulders as he strug-
             gles to reach the crest of a rocky mesa.
             He reachcs the top and scans the foreboding desert valley
             below.  Far in the distance, shining in the twin suns like
             an inviting oasis, stands the settlement of ANCHORHEAD.
             The mechanical runt carries on an electronic conversation
             with himself as he searches the rugged ground for something.
             He picks up a large stone in his powerful claw hand, then
             discards it.  He finds another stone that he is apparently
             satisfied with, carries it to the edge of the butte, and
             tosses it over.  The stone slams down the steep side of the
             mesa, kicking up dust and creating a small avalanche.  He
             makes some quick calculations, then starts off down the
             treacherous slope.
             The gargantuan rock formations are shrouded in a strange
             mist, and the ominous sounds of unearthly creatures fill
             the air.  Artoo moves cautiously through the creepy rock
             canyon, inadvertently making a loud clicking noise as he
             goes.  He hears a distant, hard metallic sound and stops
             for a moment.  He hears nothing.  He sees nothing moving.
             Convinced he is alone, he continues on his way.
             In the distance, a pebble tumbles down the steep canyon wall
             and a small dark figure darts into the shadows.  A little
             further up the canyon, a slight flicker of light reveals a
             pair of eyes in the dark recesses, only a few feet from the
             narrow path.
             The unsuspecting robot waddles along the rugged trail un-
             til suddenly, out of nowhere, a powerful magnetic ray shoots
             out of the rocks and engulfs him in an eerie glow.  He
             manages one short electronic squeak before he topples over
             onto his back.  His bright computer lights flicker off,
             then on, then off again.  Out of the rocks scurry three
             MEN, no taller than Artoo.  They holster strange and com-
             plex weapons as they cautiously approach the robot.  They
             wear grubby cloaks, and their faccs are shrouded so that
             only their yellow eyes can be seen.  They hiss and make
             odd gutteral sounds as they heave the heavy robot to their
             shoulders, and carry him off down the trail.  The vile little
             creatures grunt and groan as they struggle with their weighty
             prize.  They smell horribly, attracting small insects to
             the dark areas where their mouths and nostrils should be.
             Eight dwarfs, or JAWAS, as they're sometimes called, carry
             Artoo out of the canyon to a huge sandcrawler -- a tank-
             like vehicle the size of a two-story house.
             They place the robot in a small bin on one side of the
             crawler, and a mechanical arm promptly lifts the bin, dump-
             ing the unconscious Artoo into the back of the giant trac-
             tor.  The filthy little Jawas scurry like rats up small
             ladders and enter the main cabin of the behemoth transport.
             Several windows light up in the cockpit area toward the
             front of the crawler followed by the loud scream of power-
             ful engines.  The enormous sandcrawler turns and lumbers
             off toward the magnificent twin suns, now slowly setting
             over a distant mountain range.
             It is dim and dank inside the hold area of the sandcrawler.
             Artoo lies on a pile of metal scrap, lifepods, rocket parts,
             and the limbs and dismembered parts of robots.  Artoo's
             computer lights slowly begin to glow, then they blink on
             full power.  He makes a few electronic sounds to himself as
             he tries to figure out what happened, and where he is.  He
             stumbles around on the scrap heap until he thinks to turn
             on the small floodlight on his forehead.
             The narrow beam swings across the rubble and stops on the
             half-buried claw arm of another robot.  Artoo moves over
             to the buried robot and calls to it, but gets no response.
             He pulls on the arm but it won't budge.  Finally he gives
             it a good tug and it breaks loose, sending him head over
             heels.  He sits dazed, holding the severed forearm of a
             power robot, then lets out a terrifying electronic shriek.
             The little robot scans the rest of the huge chamber with
             his headlights and sees a series of grotesquely twisted and
             maimed astro robots.  The narrow beam comes to rest on a
             battered, but otherwise whole "common-labor" robot.  The
             "laborer" makes a move to cover his giant electronic eye,
             which is extended on a long tube from his box-like body.
             Little Artoo jumps back in fright.
                           Shut off that light!
             Artoo is still shaken, but manages a short apology and then
             shuts off his light.  The laborer robot is barely visible.
                                     LABORER (CONT'D)
                           Is there no peace!?  This is
                           MY chamber, go find yourself
                           another.  Go on...go on!  Get
             Artoo stumbles off toward what appears to be a door at the
             end of the chamber.
             He enters a large room with a very low ceiling (about four
             feet high).  In the middle of the scrap heap sit a dozen
             or so robots of various shapes and sizes.  Some are engaged
             in electronic conversaticn, while others simply mill about.
             In the middle of the group sits a strange, little robot with
             a large worklight for a head, which illuminates the odd
             assemblage of mechanical slaves.  A blue "astroconstruction"
             robot -- somewhat similar to Artoo, only a bit fatter --
             approaches the newcomer and beeps an electronic greeting.
             The two stubby robots exchange electronic analysis of the
             situation as they waddle toward the group.  A voice of rec-
             ognition calls out from the gloom.
                           Artoo!  Artoo Detoo!  It's you!
             A battered and slightly worse-for-wear Threepio scrambles
             up to Artoo on his hands and knees (remember the four foot
             ceiling) and embraces him.
                                     TREEPIO (CONT'D)
                           ...they've caught you, too. I'm
                           afraid we're doomed!  We're
             The blue robot continues on back to the group as the two
             old companions huddle in a hollow of scrap metal.
                                     THREEPIO (CONT'D)
                           We've landed on one of the
                           OUTLAND DARK PLANETS!  There is
                           no hope for us now.  These Jawa's
                           aren't traders, they're metalmen.
                           They'll melt us down.  I'm not
                           useful like you, they'll scrap me
                           for sure.
             Artoo makes a short electronic reply.
                                     THREEPIO (CONT'D)
                           You're right.  I should not have
                           ignored your prime directive.
                           But it's a little late now...
                           Wait, we're stopping!
        25.  EXT. WASTELAND - NIGHT
             The monstrous sandcrawler pulls up to a large outcropping
             of rocks in the trail and grinds to a rumbling stop.
             Several Jawa's scramble out of the huge vehicle to inspect
             the boulders blocking the trail.  An argument erupts between
             one Jawa, in a red habit, and the other hooded dwarfs.  He
             yells something at the others, then walks off to the side
             of the trail.  The rest of the little creatures climb back
             into the giant tank.  The crawler starts with a low hummmmm,
             slowly moving forward until a loud scraping noise screams
             from beneath the chassis.  The red-cloaked dwarf climbs on-
             to a nearby rock and yells at the others to stop.  They ig-
             nore him.
             The scraping sound is haunting as well as deafening.  The
             entire chamber trembles, creating quite a commotion among
             the mechanical men.  At the far end of the long chamber, a
             bright light suddenly appears, followed by a cacophony of
             electronic shouts and yells.  The "common labor" robot runs
             past the confused Artoo and Threepio.
                           We're free!  We're free!
             Amidst the confusion of the fleeing robots, Artoo and Threepio
             carefully make their way toward a break in the side of the
             crawler.  Several Jawas appear at the opening with pistols,
             but before they can fire, they are knocked over and trampled
             by the fleeing mechanical men.
        27.  EXT. WASTELAND - NIGHT
             The sound of yelling Jawas and screaming robots fades in
             the distance as Artoo and Threepio scramble up a narrow ra-
             vine away from the sandcrawler.  They duck into a tiny crev-
             ice in the rock to avoid several fleeing robots, followed
             by a dozen armed Jawas.  After a few moments they peer out,
             and seeing that the way is clear, rush off down the winding
                                                          DISSOLVE TO:
             A small settlement, consisting of a few run-down blockhouse-
             type buildings, rests against one of the huge rock mesas.
             The two robots study the sleepy little camp from a bluff
             some distance away.
                           I don't like it.
                           What if there are more Jawa-
                           scavengers down there?
             The runt-like Artoo starts off down the side of the rocky
                                     THREEPIO (CONT'D)
                           Wait a minute!   It's too
                           dangerous.  We need a plan...
             Threepio chases his little partner down the slope.
             The dozen or so buildings are bleached white by the two
             Utapau suns.  A harsh and dusty wind blows through the empty
             streets of the tiny settlement.  A rather frightened Threepio
             follows his little companion down the foreboding street to-
             ward a low concrete structure that is all but covered by the
             desert sands.  The rusted hulk of a powerful "landspeeder"
             (an auto-like transport which travels a few feet above the
             ground on a magnetic field) lies half-buried to one side of
             the building.  The two robots cautiously approach the dilapi-
             dated power station.
                           I don't like this...
             It is quiet, but for the continual wind.  A dismantled speeder
             rests in the repair bay of the gas station-like building.
             There is a sharp dripping sound coming from the speeder. It
             appears that no one is around.
                                     THREEPIO (CONT'D)
                           Greetings!...Greetings.  Is
                           anyone home?
                                (to Artoo)
                           I think you're overheated.
                           There is no one here...
             Out of the gloom of the office behind them, a voice cuts
             through the silence:
                                     VOICE (MECHANIC)
                           What can I do you for?
             The robots turn around with a start.  A short, wizened old
             MECHANIC of sixty or seventy stands before them.
                                     MECHANIC (CONT'D)
                           Who are you with?
                           Greetings, sir.  I'm See Threepio,
                           Human-Cyborg relations.  This is
                           my counterpart, Artoo Detoo. Your
                           kindness would be greatly appre-
             The old mechanic is a bit suspicious.  An evil look fills
             his eye.  He rubs his grimy, withered hand over Threepio's
             smooth metal shoulder.
                           You're in very good shape for
                           these parts...Where is your
                           master?  You do have a master,
                           don't you?
             Artoo beeps a few signals to his bronze friend.  The old
             mechanic begins to fiddle with the wrench he is holding,
             in the most unsettling way.  Threepio becomes a bit nervous.
                           I am looking for one Owen Lars.
                           We believe him to be of this
                           settlement.  Do you know where
                           we might find him?
             The mechanic starts dragging a heavy power-pack toward the
                           Lars!  I should have known...He
                           should know better than to let
                           you travel alone.  He has a place
                           about three measures out of town.
                           Due north, you can't miss it. It's
                           the only place out there...
             Artoo helps the old man with the heavy power pack.
                           Your kindnessis greatly appreciated.
                           Any time I can help Lars, I am at
                           his service.  You tell him that.
                           Be careful going out there,
                           this ain't good country for
                           you two to be running loose
                           Yes sir, we appreciate your
             The two robots start down the empty street heading north,
             leaving the old mechanic scratching his head.  The old man
             passes a sinister-looking, black Imperial speeder half
             hidden behind a generator as he returns to his gloomy of-
             In the shadows of the dingy little office sits a large, burly
             Imperial "Tusken".  His reddish eyes are sunken in a larger
             than normal, dust-covered face.  He sits up in his chair.
                           Now there's something "out of
                           the ordinary" for you.  I wonder
                           what they want with Lars?
             The gray Tusken thinks about this for a moment.
                           I'd better make a report.
             Several concrete buildings squat in the middle of a desolate
             valley.  Threepio hurries after his determined companion as
             they near the low gray structures.
                           ...I don't care; he STILL could
                           have offered us transoort.  How
                           much further do you suppose.
                           I've got to rest, before I fall
                           apart.  My joints are almost fro-
                           zen.  What a forsaken place this
                           is.  We seem to be made to suffer,
                           it's our lot in life...
             Artoo and Threepio enter the main courtyard of the Lars
             Homestead and find themselves standing in a sparse but spark-
             ling oasis, with low concrete walls and great turrets spill-
             ing over with foliage from rooftop gardens.  They stop be-
             fore an enormous shaded corridor.  BIGGS AND WINDY STARKILLER,
             twin boys a little over seven years old, run through the
             long tile walkway to greet the robots.  Yelling and laughing,
             their tiny footsteos echo throughout the building.  They are
             quickly followed by OWEN LARS, a bearded, sturdy-burly man
             in his early fifties and his plunp-jolly wife, BERU.  Their
             beautiful sixteen-year-old daughter, LEIA, stands shyly at
             the far end of the entry.  The twins run around the robots,
             jumping and screaming their excitement.  The mechanical men
             are somewhat befuddled by the dynamic duo, and attempt to
             ignore them.
                           Welccme.  May we offer you
                           shelter?  Are you lost, or do
                           you travel with someone?
                           Greetings.  I am See Threepio,
                           Human-Cyborg relations.  This
                           is my counterpart, Artoo Detoo.
                           We seek the dwelling of Owen
                           You have found it, my friends.
                           I am Owen Lars...
                                (to the riotous
                           Boys, slow down a little and
                           let them speak...
                           We have come for the one called
                           "Angel Blue".
             Owen and Beru are startled at the mention of "Angel Blue".
             Leia approaches the group, and eyes the robots suspiciously;
             she turns to her father.
                           Father, I think they're a trap,
                           sent by an evil Jawa trading lord,
                           or the dark master of the Bogan,
                           or maybe even the Emperor himself.
                           Yes, that's it.  They've inter-
                           cepted transmission fragments
                           and are now searching the galaxy
                           for the source.  They don't know
                           the origin, so they have sent
                           Leia, please!  Let your father
                           handle this.
                           Who speaks for you?  From what
                           system do you hail?
                           Deak 331-27-27 of Ogana Major...
             Beru's concern at the mention of Deak cannot be contained.
                           What has happened?  Where is
                           Our master has been attacked.
                           My counterpart brings his mes-
                           sage for the one called "Angel
                           Luke is in the southern ravine.
                           The boys will take you to him.
             The two boys let out a cheer and run off toward the distant
                           Your kindness is greatly appre-
                           ciated.  We thank you...
                                (turning to
                                 the boys)
                           Wait!  Slow down a bit.
             The mechanical duo lumber off after the disappearing twins.
        33.  EXT. DESERT RAVINE
             Alone in a wind-swept canyon stands LUKE STARKILLER, a short,
             chubby boy about eighteen years old.  He seems frozen in
             place, a humming laser sword held high over his head.  The
             twins stop on the ridge overlooking their brother and fall
             silent.  The robots soon take up position behind them.
                           Is that "Angel Blue"?
             Biggs turns and gestures to the tall bronze man to be quiet.
             Suspended at eye level -- about ten feet in front of Luke --
             a chrome baseball covered with antenna hovers slowly in a
             wide arc.  The ball floats to one side of the youth, then
             to the other.  Suddenly it makes a lightning swift lunge and
             stops within a few feet of Luke's face.  Luke doesn't move,
             and the ball backs off.  It slowly moves behind the boy,
             then makes another quick lunge, this time emitting a blood-
             red laser beam as it attacks.
             Luke sparks to life.  With one amazingly swift move, he
             turns and swings his laser sword, deflecting the beam, and
             losing his balance, tumbles to the desert floor.  The ball
             shoots straight up in the air about twenty feet, then drops
             like a rock firing a second laser bolt, which hits the youth
             square on the seat of his pants.  Luke lets out a painful
             yell and attempts to scramble to his feet, but is hit several
             more times before he manages to regain his balance and de-
             flect the bolts.
             The ball ceases firing, and moves back to its original posi-
             tion.  Luke raises his hand signaling "enough for one day".
             He wearily picks up his things, including the chrome ball,
             then turns and waves to the small group on the ridge.  The
             twins run down to greet him.  By the time the cumbersome
             Artoo and Threepio make it down the slope, Biggs and Windy
             are climbing all over their big brother.
                                     THREEPIO (CONT'D)
                           "Angel Blue"?...
                           "...the skywalker"...
             The two robots make a short bow before the youth.
                           See Threepio, and my counterpart
                           Artoo Detoo.  At your service, sir.
                           You have word of my brother.
                           What has happened to him?
                           I'm sorry, sir; but I am unable
                           to explain the absence of our
                           master.  We only bring his mes-
             Artoo makes a few electronic beeps and whistles; then after
             a little static, a small (two foot) 3-D hologram of Deak is
             projected from the face of the robot.  The image is a rain-
             bow of color as it flickers and jiggles in the desert waste-
                                     DEAK'S IMAGE
                           Whippersnapper, I didn't make
                           it...I'm sorry.  The forces of
                           the Bogan have become strong
                           and deadly...I am lost.  Father
                           is in grave danger.  He needs
                           you and he needs the KIBER CRYSTAL.
                           You must find a way to get to
                           Ogana Major on your own.  He is
                           waiting for you there.  Be care-
                           ful, though.  Ogana Major is
                           under siege by the Imperial
                           Legions of Alderaan.  You must
                           hurry for the force of the Ashla
                           grows weak, and I don't know how
                           much longer father can hold out.
                           The enemy has constructed a power-
                           ful weapon to use against him.
                           Warn Uncle...
             An Aquillian officer enters the hologram and interrupts Deak.
             There is a little static, then the transmission is cut short.
             A grave concern sweeps over Luke as he contemplates the fate
             of his brother.  Biggs and Windy are puzzled.
                           Who was that?
                           That was your brother Deak.  I
                           wish you could see him in person,
                           he is so terrific...I'm afraid
                           you may never see him now.  Run
                           to the house.
                           Tell Aunt Beru or Uncle Owen
                           I'm going to be awhile.  Go
                           on now...Take them with you.
             The boys rush off with the robots in tow, leaving Luke sit-
             ting silently alone.  He picks up some small stones and be-
             gins to toss them at a large boulder.  A chip in the boulder
             reveals a small shiny fossil.  Luke spots it and goes over
             to study it.  He takes a small camera out of his bag and
             photographs it, making some accompanying notations in a small
             Owen Lars and the three boys sit before a table covered with
             steaming bowls of food.  Biggs and Windy are eating between
             giggles and horseplay.  Luke has barely touched his dinner.
             Leia enters from the kitchen with a flask filled with blue
             milk.  She sits near Luke.
                           Where's the thanta sauce?
                                (yelling into
                                 the other room)
                           Honey, where's the thanta
             Beru enters carrying a small pitcher.  She gives Owen a
             knowing smile as she slides into her place at the table.
                           I never!  I put it right here
                           in front so you'd see it.
             She hands him a dish, and he grunts an embarrassed reply.
                                     BERU (CONT'D)
                           Luke, you've hardly touched
                           your dinner.  Have some bum-bum
                           extract.  It's very mild.
                                (to Luke)
                           The force of the Bogan is strong,
                           and if you don't feel you can
                           make it, you probably won't.
                           I've never even been past this
                           planet...and I never thought I'd
                           be going alone.
                           Suddenly I feel very small --
                           and well...desperate.
                           How I wish I had the counsel of
                           your father.  Ever since your
                           mother died, we have fallen on
                           doubtful times...
                           Deak is in trouble.  I should
                           be helping him...
                           If your brother is still alive,
                           they will have taken him to the
                           dungeons of ALDERAAN, at the
                           very heart of the Empire.  No
                           one, not even your father in his
                           prime, could help him there.
             Biggs and Windy have finished eating and are getting restless.
                           May we play with the "droids"?
                           Take your plates out first.
             The twins scamper into the kitchen with their dirty dishes.
                           Your father is getting very old.
                           I fear he needs your help more
                           than your brother does, and much
                           more depends on him succeeding.
                           If he at last has asked for the
                           Kiber Crystal, his powers must
                           be very weak.  It is a dangerous
                           thing to have loose in the galaxy
                           ...and you need _him_, for you are
                           not _yet_ with the FORCE OF OTHERS.
                           I have taught you the ways of a
                           skilled warrior, but I am not a
                           Jedi Bendu.  The ways of the
                           spirit you must learn from your
                           But my catalog on the ancients.
                           I haven't nearly completed it...
                           Luke, you're not a researcher,
                           or a philosopher.  You're the
                           son of a Jedi.  Your brothers
                           accepted their destiny with joy
                           and pride.  Anyone would.  Why
                           can't you?
                           I may be a good pilot, but I'm
                           not a warrior.  No matter how
                           hard I try.  It's just not in me.
                           I know, you'd rather carve a jud
                           stone, or work on your catalog of
                           the ancients...I've trained seven
                           of your father's sons and it's
                           clear that you are not the most
                           gifted in the disciplines -- not
                           in power or speed, at any rate...
                           Deak was the best; but that didn't
                           seem to be good enough...
                           But you have the way about you...
                           and wisdom far beyond your years...
                           You must learn to use such strength
                           and wits as you have.  Your father
                           has need of the Kiber Crystal. The
                           decision is yours.  I cannot bear
                           this burden for you, my duty is to
                           the twins.  But we must do something
                           soon.  The enemy is moving, and we
                           are no longer safe here.
             Leia listens to the discussion with much interest.  She
             watches Luke with unconcealed admiration.
                           Luke, if you do decide to go, re-
                           member Ogana Major is far across
                           the galaxy.
                           Without Deak to help you, the
                           way will be difficult, and
                           chances of your reaching your
                           father are slim.  Don't try it
                           if you think you are going to
                           fail.  The power of the Bogan
                           force has grown strong; but if
                           the Kiber Crystal were to fall
                           into the hands of the enemy, all
                           hope would be lost...
                           Somehow, you will have to manage
                           to find transport in MOS EISLEY,
                           and once you do, the way through
                           the Outland Systems will be dark
                           and dangerous.  The wild things
                           there are queer and savage, un-
                           like anything you've experienced
             Leia is unable to control her concern.
                           Luke, you don't even know the "grip
                           of tython" or "the seven moves".
                           You can't...
             Leia settles down, but she is clearly worried.  There is a
             long silence.  Owen sits back in his chair, and lights up
             his pipe.  The twins can be heard playing with Artoo and
             Threepio in the other room.  The silence becomes uncomfort-
                           I suppose I must go...
             Tears begin to roll down Leia's cheeks, and she rushes from
             the room.  Beru looks to Owen, who looks to Luke, who looks
                           The prayers of all of us go
                           with you.
                           The Empire's vast size and power
                           is its greatest weakness.  I
                           think I can make it...But I would
                           rather help Deak trapped in the
                           heart of the Empire than face this
                           father I don't remember.
             Owen gets up from the table and gently pats Luke on the
             Luke sits before a tall smooth stone planted on a burial
             mound.  He sits with his head bowed to his knees.  Finally
             he stands up and speaks to the stone.
                           Well, Mom. I guess this is my last
                           visit...I'm going to finally get
                           to meet him...I fear many Jedi have
                           fallen since your death, for the
                           Bogan force is now heavy among us.
                           Father asks for the Kiber Crystal
                           so there is little hope.  I'm sure
                           the boys will stay safe with Uncle
                           Owen...I sure miss you...
             The twin suns of Utapau rest red on the horizon as Luke
             leaves the grave site and walks the short distance to the
             main house.
             The main living area is a dim, cool room projecting a feel-
             ing of time-worn comfort and security. Owen lovingly moves
             his arm around Beru as they stand berore a large window
             watching the giant twin suns of Utapau slowly disappear be-
             hind a distant dune range.
                           Aren't they beautiful?
                           "Always and never the same."
                           Must we leave?
                           I think with Luke going, we'll
                           be safe here for awhile.  We've
                           been the happiest here, haven't
                           Owen, he's not ready, is he?...
                           Why don't you stop him?  What
                           was Deak thinking of to place
                           such an impossible task before
                           his brother...
             The door opens and Luke enters, collapsing in a large, over-
             stuffed chair near a pot-belly thermal-heater which dominates
             the room.  A warm friendly glow radiates from a tiny portal
             in front of the heater.  Luke's gaze is fixed on the red em-
             bers, but his eyes are lit as if by a greater fire from
             Owen and Beru talk quietly in the background.  She rests her
             head on his shoulder as the last rays of sunlight stream
             across the floor of the room.  A playful Biggs and Windy
             enter with Leia and stand in the doorway.  The twins are
             dressed in their night clothes.
                           What's going on in here?
             Luke returns from his world of dark thoughts and smiles at
             them.  The twins rush up to Owen and Beru, give them a kiss,
             then bounce over to Luke, and jump into his lap.
                           Don't be too late now.
             Owen and Beru take Leia into the other room.
                           Why are you going away?
                           Because our father needs me,
                           as he will need you someday.
                           I thought our father was killed?
                           The time has come for me to
                           tell you of your heritage, as
                           Deak told it to me and as his
                           older brother Cliegg told it
                           to him.
             The boys settle down and listen attentively.
                                     LUKE (CONT'D)
                           In another time, long before
                           the Empire, and before the
                           Republic had been formed, a
                           holy man called the Skywalker
                           became aware of a powerful
                           energy field which he believed
                           influenced the destiny of all
                           living creatures...
                           The "FORCE OF OTHERS"!
                           Yes, and after much study, he
                           was able to know the force, and
                           it communicated with him. He
                           came to see things in a new way.
                           His "aura" and powers grew very
                           strong.  The Skywalker brought a
                           new life to the people of his
                           system, and became one of the
                           founders of the Republic Galactica.
                           The "FORCE OF OTHERS" talked to
                           In a manner different from the way
                           we talk.  As you know, the "FORCE
                           OF OTHERS" has two halves: Ashla,
                           the good, and Bogan, the paraforce
                           or evil part.  Fortunately, Skywalker
                           came to know the good half and was
                           able to resist the paraforce; but
                           he realized that if he taught others
                           the way of the Ashla, some, with
                           less strength, might come to know
                           Bogan, the dark side, and bring un-
                           thinkable suffering to the Universe.
                           For this reason, the Skywalker
                           entrusted the secret of THE
                           FORCE only to his twelve children,
                           and they in turn passed on the
                           knowledge only to their children,
                           who became known as the Jedi Bendu
                           of the Ashla: "the servants of
                           the force".  For thousands of
                           years, they brought peace and
                           justice to the galaxy.  At one
                           time there were several hundred
                           Jedi families, but now there are
                           only two or three.
                           What happened to them?
                           As the Republic spread throughout
                           the galaxy, encompassing over a
                           million worlds, the GREAT SENATE
                           grew to such overwhelming propor-
                           tions that it no longer responded
                           to the needs of its citizens.
                           After a series of assassinations
                           and elaborately rigged elections,
                           the Great Senate became secretly
                           controlled by the Power and Trans-
                           port guilds.  When the Jedi dis-
                           covered the conspiracy and attempted
                           to purge the Senate, they were de-
                           nounced as traitors.  Several Jedi
                           allowed themselves to be tried and
                           executed, but most of them fled
                           into the Outland systems and tried
                           to tell people of the conspiracy.
                           But the elders chose to remain behind,
                           and the Great Senate diverted them
                           by creating civil disorder.  The
                           Senate secretly instigated race wars,
                           and aided anti-government terrorists.
                           They slowed down the system of jus-
                           tice, which caused the crime rate
                           to rise to the point where a totally
                           controlled and oppressive police
                           state was welcomed by the systems.
                           The Empire was born.  The systems
                           were exploited by a new economic
                           policy which raised the cost of
                           power and transport to unbelievable
                           Many worlds were destroyed this
                           way.  Many people starved...
                           Why didn't the "FORCE OF OTHERS"
                           help the Jedi to put things right?
                           Because a terrible thing happened.
                           During one of his lessons a young
                           PADAWAN-JEDI, a boy named Darklighter,
                           came to know the evil half of the
                           force, and fell victim to the spell
                           of the dreaded Bogan.  He ran away
                           from his instructor and taught the
                           evil ways of the Bogan Force to a
                           clan of Sith pirates, who then
                           spread untold misery throughout
                           the systems.  They became the per-
                           sonal bodyguards of the Emperor.
                           The Jedi were hunted down by these
                           deadly Sith knights.  With every
                           Jedi death, contact with the Ashla
                           grows weaker, and the force of the
                           Bogan grows more powerful.
                           Where are the Jedi now?
                           They're hidden; but many are still
                           fighting to free the systems from
                           the grip of the Empire.  Our father
                           is a Jedi.  He is called "The
                           Starkiller" and is said to be a
                           great and wise man, and tomorrow
                           I am on my way to join him and
                           learn the ways of the "FORCE OF
                           Can we go, too?
                           Not yet, Biggs my boy.  There is
                           much you must learn from Uncle
                           Owen -- where it is safe.  And
                           when you are ready, I will come
                           back for you...I promise.
             Early morning breaks across the quiet little courtyard as
             Owen and Luke lift supplies into the back of a low, bat-
             tered, two-man landspeeder.  Threepio lifts Artoo into a
             tiny jump-seat, then climbs into the passenger compartment.
             Beru, Leia, and the twins stand in the entryway, silently
             watching. The storage hatch is slammed shut with a bang.
             Owen unfastens his gun-belt and hands it to Luke.  He slides
             back a small latch on the belt buckle revealing a small
             diamond-like crystal.  Luke carefully examines it.
                           The Kiber Crystal!
                           The only one.  A Jedi can use
                           it to intensify the Ashla force
                           a hundred fold; but, remember it
                           can also be used to intensify the
                           power of the Bogan...It must not
                           fall into the hands of the Sith...
                           They would do anything to have it.
             Luke stands looking at the Crystal for a few moments, then
             snaps the buckle closed and puts on the belt.
                                     OWEN (CONT'D)
                           The enemy is everywhere, so stay
                           alert.  If you keep due south, you
                           should make it in two days at the
                           most.  I just hope you can sell this
                           bucket for enough to get you to the
                           Ogana System...
             For a few awkward moments, Luke stands looking at everyone
             not really wanting to say goodbye.
                                     OWEN (CONT'D)
                           It's a good day to travel. The
                           FORCE OF OTHERS is surely with
                           you.  We'll be moving on soon.
                           I will send word once we're
             Luke shakes his hand, and Owen gives him a big hug.  The young
             adventurer then goes to his Aunt Beru and gives her a kiss
             and a hug.
                           The spaceport at Mos Eisley is
                           not a decent place.  Be careful
                           I'll watch out, Aunt Beru.
                           Don't worry.
             He lovingly roughs up the twins, and starts to give Leia a
             kiss, but thinks better of it and gives her a short polite
             hug before retreating to the speeder.  Leia is greatly dis-
                           Wish your father well.
                           May the FORCE OF OTHERS be
                           with you.
             Luke pops open the door of the speeder; but before he can
             get in, Leia runs up and gives him a big kiss.  Luke is sur-
             prised and embarrassed.  Beru and Owen smile, as Leia rushes
             back into the house.  Luke settles into the speeder and it
             starts with a crack and loud whine.  Everyone waves as the
             speeder roars out of the courtyard, and into the desolate
             Utapau wilderness.
             The sleek landspeeder glides effortlessly through the
             treacherous rock canyons and out onto the awesome dune sea.
             The vibrations of the speeder causes Artoo's outer shell to
             rattle a rhythmic little tune.
                           How long were you with my
                           I had the pleasure of serving
                           Master Deak for over three years
                           ...my counterpart was with him
                           a bit longer.
             Artoo chatters to his bronze interpreter.
                                     THREEPIO (CONT'D)
                           ...Three years eight months.
                           Master Deak is a man above men.
                           You should be proud of him.
                           indeed you should, sir.  I'm
                           only a "droid", and not much
                           more than an interpreter, and
                           not very good at poetry, if you
                           take my meaning -- not at making
                           it up anyway.
                           So I can't tell you what he's
                           really like.  But a great man
                           he is!  Strong...with great
                           skill...I hope he's not in
                           peril...what a dilemma!  Some-
                           times the logic of human rela-
                           tions escapes me...
             Luke thinks about this for a few moments; then rather reluc-
             tantly, almost afraid, he asks a second question.
                           Have you ever met my father?
                           No, I'm afraid not, sir.  I
                           couldn't even tell you what he
                           looks like.  He's an elusive one.
                           More of a myth than a man, if I
                           may say so, sir...But Master Deak
                           always spoke of him with great
             Luke seems a little disappointed with Threepio's answer.
        39.  EXT. DUNE SEA
             The small speeder sits at the bottom of a huge sand dune.
             Luke, with his extremely long-barreled laser rifle slung
             over his shoulder, makes his way to the top of the ridge.
             He studies the landscape with his electrobinoculars, until
             he spots a small dust twister speeding toward them.  He
             quickly slides back down the dune to where Threepio is lift-
             ing Artoo out of the speeder.  The stubbly little robot
             struts around stetching his joints between irritated whis-
                           You were right, there is some-
                           thing following us.  We'd better
                           move on.
                           Who do you suppose it is?  Do you
                           think they're looking for us?
                           It's probably nothing.  A "jom-
                           trader" most likely; but I have
                           a strange feeling about it.
                                                          DISSOLVE TO:
             The speeder stops on a bluff overlooking the spaceport at
             MOS EISLEY.  It is a haphazard array of low gray concrete
             structures and semi-domes.  A harsh gale blows across the
             bleak canyon floor and batters Luke as he lowers his sand
             goggles and walks to the edge of the craggy bluff.  A
             leaden sky presses down on the large settlement, which seems
             to be losing a never-ending battle against the shifting
             sands.  Something in the distance catches his eye, and he
             instinctively grabs his electrobinoculars.  He follows a
             sinister-black "tusken" landspeeder as it enters the space-
             port.  Luke returns to his speeder, and his two mechanical
                           Well, whoever was following us
                           has gone into Mos Eisley...they
                           weren't "jom traders", that's
                           for sure...It was a speeder of
                           the Imperial starforce...
             Luke stops the speeder before the remains of a burnt-out
             spaceship the size of a large jet fighter.  Two scruffy
             figures huddle around a small thermal-heater, attempting
             to use the spacecraft as shelter against the howling winds.
             One of thc rag-tag figures gets up and ventures over to
             Luke in the speeder.  When the shabby beggar stands up, it
             is obvious from his pint size that he is a Jawa.  Artoo
             lets out a string of electronic beeps and whistles.
                           I begging your pardon, sir, but
                           watch out for this guy.
             The wretched little creature moves close to the speeder and
             begins to run his gnarled little hand across it.
                           Where might I find passage on a
                           Nice zoom zoom.
                           Where are the men who fly in the
             Saliva dribbles from the dark hole where the Jawa's face
             should be and drops, splat, on the hood of the speeder.
                           Drink place.  Drink place down
                           the street.  Nice zoom zoom.
             The Jawa continues to fondle the speeder as Luke starts the
             magno-system.  The filthy little creature reluctantly jumps
             away as the speeder takes off and glides down the dismal
             spaceport street.
             The speeder pulls up in front of a run-down, blockhouse can-
             tina on the outskirts of the spaceport.  Various strange
             forms of transport, including several unusual beasts of bur-
             den, are parked outside the bar.
                           I can't abide those Jawas. Dis-
                           gusting creatures.
                           Take care in here.  I don't like
                           the looks of this place.
             As the trio exit the speeder, an ancient human shrouded in
             gray robes, sitting near the entrance to the cantina calls
             out to them.  The man appears to be a blind beggar.
                           Come to me and the truth shall
                           be known.
             Luke reluctantly approaches the old man.
                                     SEER (CONT'D)
                           I've seen what is to be.  I can
                           tell you what you need to know...
             Luke drops several coins in the man's open palm.
                           Can you tell me where I might find
                           transport to Ogana Major?
                           Your fate is clouded...but the will
                           of the force has set your path. The
                           man you seek you'll find inside;
                           the one who needs you, you'll find
                           in time.
                           Fear not, for the "son of the
                           suns" will free us all.  Take
                           care for the Bogan is heavy
                           upon this system.  May the
                           FORCE OF OTHERS be with you.
             Luke is somewhat puzzled by the old man's dialogue.
                           A profoundly illogical answer.
                           He's not completely with us, if
                           you take my meaning.
             The young adventurer and his two mechanical servants enter
             the smoke-filled cantina.  The murky, moldy den is filled
             with a startling array of weird and exotic alien creatures
             and monsters, laughing at the long metallic bar.  At first,
             the sight is horrifying.  One-eyed, thousand-eyed, slimy,
             furry, scaly tentacles and claws huddle over drinks.  Luke
             moves to an empty spot at the bar near a group of repulsive
             but human Corellian pirates.  A huge, rough-looking BAR-
             TENDER comes over to Luke and the robots.
                           We don't serve "their kind" in
             Luke, still recovering from the shock of seeing so many out-
             landish creatures in one room, doesn't quite catch the bar-
             tender's drift.
                           Your "Droids" will have to wait
                           outside.  We don't serve 'em
             Luke notices that several of the creatures along the bar are
             giving them a very unfriendly glare.
                           Yes, of course, I'm so sorry.
                                (he turns to
                           You'd better stay with the
                           We don't want any trouble...
                           I'll bring you something...
                           I must say, I agree, sir.
             Threepio and his stubby partner go outside, and most of the
             creatures at the bar go back to their drinks.  Luke is stand-
             ing next to HAN SOLO, a young Corellian pirate only a few
             years older than himself.  He is a burly-bearded but ruggedly
             handsome boy dressed in a gaudy array of flamboyant apparel.
                           Do you know of any ship heading
                           toward the Ogana Systems?
             Han Solo eyes him suspiciously.
                           What's your business, little one?
             Han turns to his companion, CHEWBACCA, an eight foot tall,
             savage-looking creature resembling a huge gray bushbaby-
             monkey with fierce "baboon"-like fangs.  His large yellow
             eyes dominate a fur-covered face and soften his otherwise
             awesome appearance.  Over his matted, furry body, he wears
             two chrome bandoliers, a flak jacket painted in a bizarre
             camouflage pattern, brown cloth shorts, and little else.
             He is a two-hundred-year-old "WOOKIEE", and a sight to be-
             hold.  Han speaks to the Wookiee in his own language, which
             is little more than a series of grunts.  The young pirate
             points to Luke several times during his conversation and
             the creature suddenly lets out a horrifying laugh.  Han
             chuckles to himself and turns back to Luke.
                                     HAN (CONT'D)
                           What would you be doing going
                           on such a trip?  Ogana Major
                           is part of the Alliance...You
                           wouldn't be one of those rebels,
                           would yuh, little one?
             He can't control his laughter, and Chewbacca starts in again,
             also.  Luke is getting a little worried.
                           I just want passage.
             Han puts his arm around Luke's shoulder and draws him near.
                           Listen, little one, why don't
                           you go on back to the farm or
                           wherever you come from.  Then
                           maybe in a few years you'll
                           grow up to become an important
                           starpilot, like me.
             He lets out a hearty laugh and turns back to the giant Wookiee.
             Luke is afraid, but tries not to show it.  He quietly sips
             his drink, looking over the crowd for a more sympathetic ear,
             or whatever.  A large multiple-eyed creature on the other side
             of Luke gives him a rather rough shove.
                           Negola dughi wooldugger?!?
             The hideous freak is obviously drunk.  Luke tries to ignore
             the creatures and turns back to his drink.  A short grubby
             HUMAN and an even smaller rodent-like beast join the belli-
             gerent monstrosity.
                           He doesn't like you.
                           I'm sorry.
                           I don't like you either.
             The big creature is getting agitated, and yells some unin-
             telligible gibberish at the now rather nervous young Jedi.
                                     HUMAN (CONT'D)
                           Don't insult us.  You just watch
                           yourself.  We're wanted men. I
                           have the death sentence on twelve
                           I'11 be careful then.
                           You'll be dead.
             The rodent lets out a loud grunt and everything at the bar
             moves away.  Luke tries to remain cool, but it isn't easy.
             His three adversaries ready their weapons.  Han Solo, who
             has been watching the chain of events, begins to feel sorry
             for the young tenderfoot and intervenes.
                           This little one isn't worth
                           the effort.  Besides, he's
                           leaving.  Come, let me buy
                           you something.
             A powerful blow from the unpleasant creature sends the young
             Corellian pirate sailing across the room, crashing through
             tables and breaking a large jug filled with a foul-looking
             liquid.  With a blood-curdling shriek, the monster draws a
             wicked chrome laser pistol from his belt.  The bartender
                           No blasters!!  No blaster!
             Little Luke's laser sword sparks to life, and in a flash,
             an arm lies on the floor.  The rodent is cut in two, and the
             giant, multiple-eyed creature lies doubled, cut from chin
             to groin.  Luke shaking, and somewhat amazed at his reflex
             powers, replaces his sword in its sheath.  The entire fight
             has lasted only a matter of seconds.  The cantina goes back
             to normal, although Luke is now given a respectable amount
             of room at the bar.  Han, rubbing his bruised head, approaches
             the "little one" with new awe.  The bartender drags the
             bodies out.
                           I could have saved myself a good
                           bump if I had known your skill...
                           I thank you for trying to help.
                           They're lucky they caught me off
                           guard.  I would have taken more
                           time with them.  It's the Bogan
                           force.  We've been feeling it for
                           several days.  It drives those
                           MONDUTHS wild...I'm Han Solo.
                           This is my first-mate Chewbacca.
             Luke is still giddy, and downs a fresh drink.
                                     HAN (CONT'D)
                           So you're looking for transport
                           to Ogana...I might be able to
                           help, but it's very far -- the
                           cost would be great.
                           I can pay.  You know of a ship
                           going in that direction?
                           In these times, one cannot be
                           too careful, you understand --
                           going into a rebel zone and all
                           -- but come to my place.  We'll
                           have some food and talk this over.
             Luke is filled with grateful enthusiasm at his new-found
             "friends" and ignores their sinister grins.
             Han, Chewbacca, Luke and the robots walk along a narrow slum
             alleyway crowded with darkly-clad creatures hawking exotic
             goods in dingy little stalls.  Men and monsters crouch in
             waste-filled doorways whispering and hiding from the chill-
             ing winds.  They enter a small doorway in a decaying stone
             building at the far end of the alley.
             The seedy slum dwelling is dark and dingy.  Han is greeted
             by a female "Boma" named OEETA.  The Boma is a fur-covered
             creature about five feet high and looks like a cross between
             a brown bear and a guinea pig.  It is obvious from her figure
             that she is a female.  Han embraces Oeeta and gives her a
             big kiss, then checks out the stew-like mess boiling away
             on a dilapidated fusion-burner in the kitchen area.
                           Good, good...We're hungry.
                           Bring my friends some of this.
             She answers in a strange baboon-like call and starts dish-
             ing up the slop.  Threepio and Artoo cautiously dust off a
             bench in the kitchen and sit down.  Luke and Chewbacca join
             Han at a large table in the center of the main room.
                                     HAN (CONT'D)
                           Now tell me of your adventurcs.
                           What is on Ogana Major that draws
                           you there?
                           I am looking to join my father.
                           I have been living with my uncle,
                           beyond the Great Dune sea.  He
                           has a small moisture ranch --
                           not much of an adventure, I'm
                           Ahh, no farmer could cut down
                           three brigands as you did.  But,
                           as you wish.  In time you will
                           grow to trust me...
             Oeeta brings them each a steaming bowl of "Boma-mush", and
             a large mug of some heavy brew.  Chewbacca and Han dig in
             with great vigor, but Luke is a little hesitant.
                                     HAN (CONT'D)
                           Eat up, don't let its smell
                           bother you...Now, for the right
                           sum, I could take you to Ogana
                           Major myself.  But it would be a
                           special charter.  I have no other
                           business in that area, and the way
                           is a little dangerous.
                           How much?
                           An even million, I think.  We will
                           have to somehow sneak past the
                           Imperial blockade.  It won't be
                           A million!  I haven't that much.
                           I hope to get one fifty for my
                           speeder...but that's all I have.
                           Well, I doubt you'll find another
                           ship to take you.  Most captains
                           rarely venture there.  The civil
                           war makes it far too dangerous...
                           I was sure a man of your
                           abilities would be worth more.
                           What of your two "droids" --
                           you could get at least four or
                           five for them...even if you sold
                           them as scrap.
             Artoo and Threepio become suddenly attentive and listen
             closely to the conversation in the next room.  Artoo begins
             to beep, but Threepio puts his bronze hand over his little
             companion's mouth.  Luke thinks about this for a moment.
                           No...I need them.  What if I
                           were to pay you one fifty now,
                           and my father gave you the rest
                           on our arrival?  He is an honor-
                           able man of great influence.  I'm
                           sure he would make it worth your
             The two robots breathe a sigh of relief.  Han's waning in-
             terest is renewed bv the mention of "great influence".
                           You mean a bonus maybe.  Your
                           father must be a man of great
                           I'm sure he would reward you.
             Han thinks about this for a few moments, then turns to
             Chewbacca and seemingly explains the situation to him.  The
             Wookiee shrugs his shoulders as if to say "Why not?"
                           We've got a deal then.  Sell your
                           speeder and I'll meet you at dock-
                           ing port twenty-three.  My ship
                           will be ready and waiting for you.
                           We should go right away, I think.
             Han and his lumbering first-mate Chewbacca hurry along be-
             hind MONTROSS HOLDAACK, a large, portly man who walks with
             a stiff, awkward gait.  They move along a tall gantry over-
             looking a long, complex spacecraft.
                           But you're my friend, my best and
                           closest partner.  Oxus will still
                           listen to you!  He will, I tell
                           you, I know he will.  I really have
                           a live one this time.  I asked for
                           a million, and he didn't even flinch,
                           and the way he fights -- he must
                           belong to one of the royal families,
                           I'm just sure of it.  This may be
                           worth two million, maybe three.
                           You've got to talk to Oxus...You've
                           just got to...
                           Like your information on the AKURIAN
                           spice shipment...After that botch,
                           if I WERE crazy enough to suggest
                           another one of your plots to him,
                           he'd have us both diced...
                           But this is different.  This is
                           our chance.  Are we partners or
                           not?  Are you going to dream away
                           the rest or your life, or are we
                           going to try for the big one?
                           The only way Oxus would go along is
                           if you killed him...I'm too old,
                           Han.  I can't do it, you'll have to
                           find someone else.
                           There's no time.  What kind of talk
                           is this?  Where's the old Montross
                           that single-handedly destroyed a
                           colony of Banthas and rescued me
                           from the very jaws of death??
                           Montross, the greatest science
                           officer in the galaxy, too old?!
                           You young fool!
             Montross suddenly ignites in a rage and swings his left
             forearm down with a mighty blow across the metal rail of
             the gantry. The old science officer's forearm cracks in
             two, spewing forth wires, and many fine multi-colored elec-
             tronic components.
             The artificial limb flops lifelessly to Montross Holdaack's
                                     MONTROSS (CONT'D)
                           You know, there is nothing left
                           but my head and right arm...
                           I've lost too much, Han...I'm
                           dying...I'm dying this time...
                           I'm losing control.
             Han bows his head in sorrow and embarrassment for one of the
             greatest warriors in the galaxy and a dear friend.
                           Take it easy...I'm sorry.  Don't
                           be upset.  What am I going to do?
                           He's going to be here shortly
                           wanting to go to Ogana!  I'll
                           just have to talk to Oxus myself.
                           I'll take care of everything.
                           We'll get you fixed up, once and
                           for all.
             The entry bay of the large starship is also the main lounge
             area of the ship.  Two gruff and grisly pirates are playing
             a kind of dice game with thin little sticks.  The larger
             and mangiest of the two slavering hulks, JABBA THE HUTT
             by name, throws his dice at Chewbacca.
                           I told you not to bring that
                           thing on board again...Where
                           have you been anyway...Captain
                           wants the conveyor system ex-
                           tended...and I notice you haven't
                           turned around those punch chips
                           yet.  What are we keeping you
                           on board for anyway?
             Chewbacca slinks back outside the starship as Han helps the
             still slightly crazed Montross aboard the craft.  Han gen-
             erally ignores Jabba's tirade.
                           Where is everybody, anyway?
                           They took the shipment of "Covina"
                           to Gordon.
                           But the captain is still here,
                           so get to work or I'll snap you
                           Where is he?
                           On the bridge, I think.  I
                           wouldn't go looking for trouble,
                           though...He'll sting you good
                           if you bother him.
            The second pirate notices Montross's arm, as Han sets him
            on a bench near the door.
                           Montross fall apart again?
                           What's this ship coming to?
                           We've got a good-for-nothing
                           "cabin boy" and a disintegrating
                           science officer.
             The cockpit of the starship is crowded with a haphazard ar-
             ray of computer switches and monitors.  Dozing in one of
             the two pilot chairs is CAPTAIN OXUS, a man of the grossest
             dimensions.  His scarred face is a grim testimonial to his
             prowess as a pirate and a killer.  The young Han Solo en-
             ters the cabin and stands staring at the evil galactic
             buccaneer -- the terror of the Outland territories -- so
             peaceful, such an easy prey.  Han doesn't know quite what
             to do, so he starts to leave.  Oxus opens one eye.  He is
             in a drunken stupor.
                           What have you been up to, boy??
                           You finished with the conveyor
                           system?  Bring me some more
             Han bows low before his master, then moves down the narrow
             passageway to a small closet, where he takes out a cup of
             silver powder and returns to Oxus.
                           Your spice; sir...Ah, sir, may I...
                           You blasted, good-for-nothing.  
                           Go fetch my tallock!  And be
                           quick.  Now get out of here!
             He takes a mighty swing at the boy, but his inebriated con-
             dition causes the blow to ricochet off, and slam against a
             locker panel.  Han rushes out of the room.
             Han is angry with himself for not being able to tell the
             captain about Luke.  He kicks the door to a locker in dis-
             gust.  Suddenly an idea comes to him and he rushes back
             down the hallway.
             Luke and the two robots approach the entry bay of the giant
             starship, and are intercepted by the giant Wookiee, Chewbacca.
                           Greetings!  For such a young
                           captain, your master has a
                           mighty ship.  Will you store
                           our bags?
             Luke hands the huge funny creature his back-pack, but the
             Wookiee doesn't take it. Instead, Chewbacca refuses to let
             them pass and carries on about something in his harsh na-
             tive tongue.  Luke doesn't understand.
                                     LUKE (CONT'D)
                           I don't get it??  Are we to wait
                           here, or what?  Threepio, what's
                           he talking about?
             The gleaming bronze robot jabbers away in strange animal
             sounds to the towering monster.  They carry on an animated
             argument, until it appears Threepio gets in the last word.
                           Well, master Luke, sir.  It ap-
                           pears we must wait out here for
                           the captain to ready the ship.  
                           I told him we weren't accustomed
                           to waiting around on gantries;
                           and if you beg my pardon, sir,
                           for the price of this trip they
                           should have picked you up in an
                           environment capsule, complete
                           with dancing "Yonnas".
             Han and Montross are busy prying loose a control panel in
             a forward corridor of the ship.  The cover falls to the
             floor with a loud clang, and the young cabin boy looks
             around to see if anyone heard.  Montross takes a small metal
             bar and jams it between two circuits.  Sparks,fly and a
             small puff of smoke issues from the panel.  He quickly re-
             places the cover and Han heads back toward the captain's
             The cockpit area of the starship is a cacophony of warning
             alarms and flashing lights.  The captain clumsily works at
             the control console in a vain attempt to figure out what
             is going on.  Han enters carrying a long gray cloak.
                           Your tallock, sir.  What's wrong??
             Oxus stumbles around in a drunken stupor.
                           Something's fouled up on this
                           blasted board...
                           The reactor's wild!  It's way over
                           a thousand.  We'd better get out.
                           That's impossible!  I may be under
                           the influence, but the reactor
                           couldn't have gotten loose...Wait
                           a minute.
             A new shrill alarm begins to sound, as Han grabs the groggy
             old pirate and drags him out of the cabin.
             Han and the lumbering pirate captain charge into the entry
             bay, almost knocking down Jabba the Hutt.
                           What's going on?
                           Sabotage!  The reactor's have gone
                           wild.  Get out.  Get out...Wait, I
                           forgot about Montross...
             Jabba the Hutt and the other pirate stumble over each other,
             racing for the exit.  Little Artoo scoots out of the way
             just as the two pirates rush past the group and into the
             spacestation main building.  They are quickly followed by
             the wobbly captain.  Luke watches the trio with puzzled
             amazement as the blast door slides closed behind them.
             Chewbacca gets a message on his belt com-link, and gestures
             to Luke that they should enter the deserted starship.  Luke
             and the two robots reluctantly follow the giant Wookiee
             into the entry bay.  Chewbacca pushes a button, and the main
             hatch slams shut. The alarms continue to ring.
                           Where's the captain?
             Threepio repeats the question in Wookieese and gets a short,
             rather menacing answer from the creature, who points to the
             high-backed seat of the lounge area.
                           He wants us to sit down, sir...
                           If we don't mind.  The captain
                           will be with us shortly.
             The alarm signal is suddenly cut short.
             The one armed Montross sits in the pilot seat pushing but-
             tons and switches.  Han rushes in and sits in the co-pilot
             seat.  He is laughing.
                           Alarms secure...ready for take-
                           off...let's get out of here be-
                           fore they figure out what happened.
                           Yes sir, captain.
             Montross laughs heartily as he pulls back on the throttle.
             The ship shudders as it lifts off.
             Captain Oxus and Jabba the Hutt stand before a large window
             overlooking the docking port.  Oxus is furious, ranting and
             raving.  Jabba stands dumbfoundedly, with his mouth hanging
             open.  The ship quickly disappears into the vastness of the
             night sky.
             Han sits back in the huge co-pilot's chair and puts his
             feet up on the control console.
                           Sometimes I amaze myself...
             He chuckles.  The surface of Utapau slowly drifts out of
             view of the cockpit windows and is replaced by a sparkling
             carpet of stars.
                           Are you even a little worried
                           he might hunt you down?
                           Well, Montross my friend, it's a
                           big universe.  And after we cash
                           in on this young noble, we'll
                           head for Ophichi or one of the
                           other southern systems.  He'll
                           be a long time coming there!
                           Sometimes you amaze me, also.
             They both laugh.  Little Artoo appears momentarily in the
             doorway, makes a few beeping remarks, then scurries away.
             In a few moments, Luke appears at the doorway.
                           This is a terrific ship!  How did
                           you ever come by it?
             Montross gives Han a sly smile, as Artoo appears timidly
             behind his master.
                           It's a long story...I suggest you
                           relax.  We'll oe going into a
                           Hyper-skip soon, and should reach
                           Ogana Major by 0300, two para-marks
                           from now.
             Han stands nervously waiting for Chewbacca, who is looking
             through Luke's things as the young adventurer sleeps.  The
             huge furry creature is very quiet as he moves about the
             cabin.  He picks up Luke's gun belt containing the hidden
             Kiber Crystal.  He takes the belt and a pouch to his wait-
             ing master, and quietly whispers to him.  Han begins to
             search the belt.
                           He must have SOMETHING of value.
                           Are you sure you looked through
                           everything?  His father had bet-
                           ter be loaded.
             He drops the belt and pouch in disgust.
             Han enters and flops down in the co-pilot's seat.  Montross
             is busy studying the solar system with the ship's scanner.
                           We've been through everything
                           twice.  He has nothing with him.
                           I guess we'll just have to wait
                           until we get to his father.
             Montross looks up from the scanner with a worried look.
                           I've scanned almost all the way
                           to Ogana Major, and there is no
                           blockade!  I don't get it.  Do
                           you think we should continue?
                           Sure, why not?...but carefully.
             Luke, Chewbacca and the two robots sit around a lighted
             table covered with many small metal figures. Each side of
             the table has a small computer monitor embedded in it.
             Chewbacca seems very pleased with himself as he rests his
             lanky fur-covered arms over his head.  Luke rests his chin
             in his hands as he ponders a weighty problem on the board.
             Finally the stubby Artoo reaches up and moves one of the
             figures on the board.  A sudden frown crosses Chewbacca's
             face and he begins yelling some gibberish at Artoo.  Threepio
             intercedes on behalf of his small companion and begins to
             argue with the huge Wookiee.
                           Let him have it...You're winning
                           anyway...It doesn't make any dif-
                           Yes sir, but it's the principle of
                           the thing.
             A small tone sounds and the com-link crackles to life.
                                     HAN'S VOICE
                           Luke, could you come up here!
                           I'm on my way.
             The cockpit is alive with humming meters and softly buzz-
             ing read-outs.  Montross and Han are busy at the controls.
                           It checks out again.  There is
                           no mistake about it.
             Luke enters; his boyish enthusiasm is working overtime.
                           We must be just about there!
             Both Han and Montross are rather grim-faced.
                           We ARE there...Ogana Major has
                           been destroyed...
                           What!  What are you saying?
             Luke moves close and begins to search the viewing monitors.
                           What's left of it is contaminated.
                           That's it there...look at those
                           radiation read-outs!...and the
                           blockade is gone.  Now what's going
             Luke sits down in a state of shock.  He stares blankly at
             the monitor read-outs.  Han is very angry at this turn of
                           I don't care how large the Imperial
                           fleet has become, it couldn't have
                           done this.  Half the planet is torn
                           away.  It would have taken a thousand
                           ships with a lot more fire power than
                           I've ever seen...very fascinating.
                           Well, I don't like it.  Where is
                           your father?
                           He must be dead...All this way and
                           he's probably dead...
                           Who's going to pay us??
             The young pirate captain grabs Luke and holds him high
             against the cockpit wall.
                                     HAN (CONT'D)
                           I'm beginning not to like you!
             Luke clears his throat and snaps out of his depression.
                           Deak!  Deak would know...my brother.
                           My brother could help us.  He would
                           know what to do.
                           Could he pay us?
                           He might know what happened. He's
                           ...ah...in a bit of a fix.  I'm
                           sure he would be most grateful if
                           we helped him.
             Han puts the boy down and a scheme formulates in Luke's mind.
                                     LUKE (CONT'D)
                           If my father is dead, then every-
                           thing is his...but it's no use. We
                           could never get to him...it's im-
                           Nothing's impossible.  Not for
                           me anyway.  Tell me where he is
                           and we'll go there.
                           He's being held prisoner...You
                           couldn't help him...No one could,
                           not even a Jedi Bendu knight
                           I could.  Where is he?
             The word hits Han and Montross like a mad bantha; but Han
             recovers nicely, and thinks about it for a moment.
                           Well, he's right, you can't go
                           Why not?  The fact that no one
                           in their right mind would ever
                           try might make it easy...You're
                           sure your brother would make it
                           worth our while?
                           Beyond your wildest dreams...
                           You have no fear of Alderaan?
                           As you said, the fact that no one
                           would venture there voluntarily
                           makes it easy.
                           You boys have the space giddies...
                           but calculating the probabilities,
                           you may have something...
                           Chart a new course...
                           Boy, will Deak be surprised to see
             Montross gives the two boys a doubtful glance.
             Han, Chewbacca, Luke, and the robots sit around a large table
             in the lounge area of the starship.  Han and Luke are deep
             in thought.  Luke sits up.
                           I thought starcaptains were
                           supposed to be clever.  I
                           thought you did this kind of
                           thing all the time...
                           Well, I do, of course.  But
                           Alderaan...even I've never
                           been there.  When I said I'd
                           take you...I thought you al-
                           ready had a plan...
             Montross enters the lounge area and sits down.  He flexes
             his new left arm which was just replaced.
                           This new arm is a lot stiffer
                           than the last one.  They just
                           don't make these things the way
                           they used to...We've reached
                           the first perimeter of Alderaan.
                           What's the next move?
             Everyone is lost in deep and perplexing thoughts.  He is
             slightly amused at the young adventurer's dilemma.
                           I guess there is only one thing
                           to do, and that is to fly right
                           in there and take over...we can
                           do it.
                           Whoa there...May I make a sugges-
                           tion to the captain?  There is only
                           one way into Alderaan, and N0 way
                           out.  It's an island city suspended
                           in a sea of cirrus methane.  The
                           dungeons have triple guards, scramble
                           scanners, gas locks, and every sec-
                           tor is isolated...and most important,
                           it's the dwelling place of the Bogan
                           Master: Prince Valorum.  This ven-
                           ture of yours is sheer madness; but
                           I have calculated the probabilities,
                           and there might be a way.
                           It is a rather complex plan; but
                           it has the greatest probability
                           of working...Go to the library,
                           get all the tapes on Imperial
                           procedure...You will have to learn
                           We're going to get in by studying
                           procedures??  I don't like it.
                           All right then, we'll use your
             Han slumps in his seat with a dejected look.
                           All right, get the tapes.
                           ...and we're going to need the
                           space on all of our scan-shielded
                           compartments and lockers.
                           What do you want with our scan-
                           proof lockers?
             The long ornate pirate starship approaches the gray gaseous
             planet of Alderaan.  The ship is not propelled, but simply
             drifts crab-like toward the planet.  As it approaches the
             surface, huge billowing clouds extend out like menacing
             tentacles.  The peacefulness of this nebulous idyll is
             broken by the increasing wail of ion engines.  Suddenly,
             four sleek spacefighters from the Imperial third fleet
             burst from the huge cumulus range.  The craft are small
             cylindrical power shells dominated by two huge solar fins.  
             They are flying in a tight formation; then two bank steeply
             and head toward the drifting starship.
             The Imperial fighters are four-man craft crammed with sophis-
             ticated elcctronic weaponry.
             The PILOT and GUNNERY OFFICER sit side by side, surrounded
             by lighted read-outs.  They wear the gleaming black uni-
             forms of the dungeon guards.
                           No reply on any circuits...She
                           appears to be drifting; but
                           you'd better give her a blast
             Two laser bolts scream past the cockpit and explode in front
             of the drifting pirate ship.
                                     PILOT (CONT'D)
                           Kuro one to AD four.  We have
                           what appears to be a drifting
                           TDFl04 which does not respond
                           to warnings.  No life forms
                           appear on the scanner...Escape
                           pods four, seven, and Oh three
                           have been jettisoned...Should
                           we destroy her or attempt sal-
                           vage?  She looks in good shape.  
                           ...Right...Will do.
             The two tiny fighter craft orbit in front of the pirate star-
             ship as small plates shoot from their fins and attach them-
             selves to the larger craft.  Lines pull taut and the pirate
             starship is towed among the towering gray clouds by the two
             little Imperial spacefighters.  The second two spacefighters
             take up position behind the starship and follow it in.
             The pilot is cold and professional as his craft closes in
             on the starship.  The positions of the ships are displayed
             on a read-out.  The pilot gives the gunner a quick look be-
             fore he flips his sun shield over his eycs.
                           It appears to be a Corellian
                           Gypsy vessel, as close as I
                           can make out...Still no life
                           forms, no contamination.  Life
                           systems still functioning...
                           they simply abandoned her for
                           some reason.  We'll bring her
                           in through the main forward bay.  
                           Is that satisfactory?
                           Security is standing by. Kuro
                           one, you have clearance.
             The towering white oxide clouds pass, revealing the Imperial
             city of Alderaan.  The magnificent domed and gleaming city
             is perched, mushroom-like, on a tall spire which disappears
             deep into the misty surface of the planet.  The little pro-
             cession of spaceships speeds toward the city.
             The pirate starship rests in a huge hangar bay which dwarfs
             the Corellian craft!  Hundreds of troops work their way
             toward the craft under the cover of reflective shields.  A
             battalion commander and two guards edge their way toward
             the main hatch.  One of the guards aims a long laser rifle
             at the hatch.  A commotion erupts behind the troops, and
             they turn to see two SITH KNIGHTS striding into the huge
             spaceport hangar.  The two Sith knights appear slightly
             amused at the cautious stormtroopers.  The battalion com-
             mander bows before the dark and fearsome Sith knights.
                                     FIRST KNIGHT
                           Chief, get your men back.  Let
                           us check this out.
                                (to the other Sith)
                           These MANTHAS troops are getting
                           far too timid.
             The Sith knights boldly approach the ship and swing open
             the hatch.  They start to enter the ship when a loud clank-
             ing sound, somewhat like a wrench being dropped down an air
             shaft, startles them and they jump back.  The Sith warriors
             ignite their laser swords simultaneously, and take a defen-
             sive stance.  The hundred or so troopers duck behind their
             chrome shields and direct their laser weapons at the open
             hatch.  A few more sounds are heard from within the giant
             starship.  The tension becomes almost palpable.  The gang-
             ling, bronze Threepio pops his "Art Deco" head out of the
             The two Sith knights give each other rather puzzled looks.
                                     THREEPIO (CONT'D)
                           I'm See Threepio, Human Cyborg
                           It appears my masters have de-
                           parted, leaving me with their
                           abandoned starship.  My only
                           problem is that the operation
                           of Astro-vehicles is not within
                           my capacity...
             The first Sith knight turns back to the battalion commander.
                                     FIRST KNIGHT
                           Chief, hold this thing for in-
                           spection, and check out the
                           rest of the ship.  I think you
                           have picked up a piece of drift
                           junk.  Salvage what you can,
                           and atomize the rest. Next time
                           a little more bravery, commander.  
                           WAIT before you call us.
             The Sith knights leave the hangar as the troops shuffle on
             board the deserted vessel.  Threepio seems confused as
             troops rush around, completely ignoring him.
             The troops search the ship with small hand scanners.  The
             commander and his aid enter the lounge.  They are approached
             by a slender, weasel-like OFFICER.
                           There are no other "droids", sir.
                           The ship isn't much -- a rag-tag,
                           custom-built job...might be worth
                           some study...
             A TROOPER approaches the group.
                           All clear, sir.  There is a row
                           of supply lockers we couldn't
                           get into.
                           Let the scavenger crews take care
                           of that.  Post a guard, and send
                           the men back.  Keep the "droid"
                           here with the ship; we'll let the
                           scavengcr crew take care of him,
             The troops begin to file out of the ship.
             A lone trooper runs through the hallway heading for the exit.
             In a few moments, all is quiet.  The muffled sounds of a
             distant officer giving ordcrs finally fade.  A sharp tapping
             can be heard very near, and a panel on a row of low cabinets
             crashes to the floor.  Han Solo's head pokes out of the
             hole and looks around the hallway.  He then pulls himself
             out of his cramped quarters and struts around, stretching
             his legs.  A second locker breaks open and Luke emerges.  
             Chewbacca pokes his furry head out of the first locker and
             Han tells him the way is clear.
                           This is ridiculous.  I tell you
                           it's not going to work. Montross
                           is crazed half the time...
             Luke straightens himself out as Montross appears in his
             Luke, Han, Montross, Chewbacca, and little Artoo quietly
             make their way down a hallway to the lounge area, where
             four Imperial troopers stand guard.  Luke peeks around the
             doorway, then whispers to Han.
                           There are only four.  Remember:  
                           Quietly, and don't mess up the
             Han repeats this to Chewbacca and they both grin with ex-
             cited, determined looks on their faces.  Luke gives the
             signal as the Wookiee and the young Corellian pirate charge
             past him with their laser swords held high, screaming like
             wild banshees.  Luke is somewhat confused by the attack.  
             The yelling and the clash of swords echo throughout the
             ship.  Montross holds his ears.  Artoo runs and joins up
             with the shackled Threepio.
             In the main control tower, next to the starship, a gantry
             officer looks up from his desk, as if he hears something.  
             He turns to an aide who is busy readjusting a monitor.
                                     GANTRY OFFICER
                           Did you hear that?
             The aide shakes his head; but the officer, convinced that
             he heard something, leaves the control tower and heads for
             the pirate ship.
             The gantry officer cautiously enters the pirate starship
             with his laser pistol drawn.  Everything is quiet in the
             lounge area.  Two guards sit at a table with a third stand-
             ing over them.  The fourth guard approaches the gantry
                           You have business here?
             The guard is Han Solo.  He struggles to hide a large blood
             stain under his right arm.
                           I thought I heard something down
                           Are you sure it was from down here?  
                           We didn't hear anything...
             The gantry officer shakes his head at the puzzlement.
                           Well, I guess not...but keep your
                           eyes open...
             The guard standing at the table is Luke; and as he turns to
             glance at the gantry officer, one of the guards sitting at
             the table topples over and lands with his face on the floor.  
             The gantry officer raises his pistol and immediately becomes
             suspicious.  An embarrassed grin breaks out on Luke and Han's
             faces.  With a swiftness rivaling a Jedi prince, Han knocks
             the gun from the gantry officer's hand and decks him.  Luke
             runs over to help Han, and Montross, Chewbacca and the robots
             rush in.
                           Don't mess him up!
             Han starts to change jackets with the gantry officer.
                           I've just been promoted.
                           All right now, you don't have
                           much time.  I hope you can re-
                           member everything.
                           We'll be back before you know
                           Just have the ship ready.
             Luke binds the huge Chewbacca with electronic cuffs.  The
             Wookiee has a worried and slightly frightened look on his
             face.  Han reassures him, straightens his jacket and they
             start off into the giant Imperial city of Alderaan.  Han
             and Luke walk on either side of the giant Chewbacca and
             Artoo and Threepio reluctantly follow along behind.  
             Montross stays aboard the starship and carefully and
             quietly closes the hatch.
             A lone aide is quietly working on a monitor when Chewbacca,
             the huge Wookiee, appears in the doorway with a bone-chilling
             howl.  A look of surprise, awe, and sheer dread crosses
             the aide's face as he stumbles over his tools.  The Wookiee
             flattens him with one blow.  Threepio and Artoo waddle into
             the room, followed by Han and Luke guarding the rear.
                           Must he howl so?  Every Sith in
                           the city will know we're here.
                           Good!  I prefer a straight fight
                           to all this sneaking around.
             Threepio and Artoo look over the control panel, until Artoo
             finds something which gets him excited.
                           We've found it, sir.  Bless the
                           maker, this control board has one.
             Han and Luke rush over to the robots.  Chewbacca busies
             himself with hanging the control aide by his toes.
                           Plug him in.   Let's see what
                           we get.
             Artoo punches his claw arm into a computer socket, and the
             vast Imperial brain nework comes to life, feeding informa-
             tion to the little robot.  After a few moments, he beeps
             something to Threepio.
                           Level five, Detention block A-23,
                           cell 2187... He's still alive...
                           but his condition is reported as
                           All right, wait for us here...
                           Send feed-back into the control
                           sensors in that Detention block
             Han puts the electronic bonds back on Chewbacca and the
             trio starts out the door.
                           Pardon me for asking, sir...but,
                           ah...what are we to do if someone
                           should discover us here?
                           Hope they don't have blasters.
                           That isn't very reassuring.
             Han and Luke try to look inconspicuous, as they wait for a
             vacuum elevator to arrive.  Troops and bureaucrats bustle
             about ignoring the trio completely; only a few give the
             giant Wookiee a curious glance.  Finally, a small elevator
             arrives, and the trio enter.  A bureaucrat races to get
             aboard also, but is signaled away by Han.  The door to the
             pod-like vehicle slides closed, and it takes off through a
             vacuum tube.
                           This is the PT-27 unit that ceases
                           operation if there is any kind of
             He rubs his hand across a series of small holes.
                                     LUKE (CONT'D)
                           Gas...Montross was definitely
                           right.  If they discover us,
                           we'll never get out.
             Han gives him a skeptical look.
             The giant Wookiee and his two guards enter the old, gray
             security station.  Guards and laser gates are everywhere.
             Han whispers to Luke under his breath.
                           This isn't going to work.
                           Why didn't you say so before.
                           I think I did.
             A tall, grim-looking officer approaches the trio.
                           What code is this?
                           I've got it here somewhere...
                           It's SPT 188544.  You can check
                           it through the...ahh, oh yes,
                           It will take a while -- the big
                           mode is acting up...getting feed-
                           back from somewhere.
             The officer goes back to his console and begins to punch in
             the information.  There are only three other troopers in
             the area.  Luke and Han survey the situation, checking all
             of the alarms, laser gates and camera eyes.  Han unfastens
             one of Chewbacca's electronic cuffs and shrugs to Luke.
                           May THE FORCE OF OTHERS be with us.
             Suddenly, Chewbacca throws up his hands and lets out with
             one of his ear-piercing howls.  He grabs Han's laser sword
             and ignites it, pushing Han against the wall.
                           Look out!  He's loose!
             The startled guards are momentarily dumbfounded.  Luke and
             Han have already pulled out their laser pistols and are
             blasting away at the terrifying Wookiee.  Their barrage of
             laser fire misses Chewbacca, but hits the camera eyes, laser
             gate controls, and the Imperial guards.  The officer is the
             last to fall under the laser fire just as he starts to push
             the alarm system.  Luke rushes over to the com-link system,
             which is screeching questions about what is going on.  Han
             and Chewbacca disappear down one of the sub-hallways.
                           A Wookiee broke loose up here,
                           but we've got him under control.  
                           There is a lot of damage, four
                           casualties.  The main door jammed.  
                           Better keep the rescue squad away
                           from here, we've got some fires...
             He blasts some of the furniture with his laser pistol and it
             bursts into flames, creating a lot of smoke.
        76.  INT. DUNGEON - CELL ROW
             Han and Chewbacca race down the rows of low, stone-cell doors.  
             Han stops before cell 2187 and yells something to Chewbacca,
             who covers his face as the young pirate blasts the door away
             with his laser pistol.  When the smoke clears, Han looks in
             the cell and an expression of horror crosses his face.
                           "Holy Maker" No!
             Suspended inside the cell by invisible rays, a bloody and
             mutilated Deak Starkiller hangs upside down.  A strange
             yellow glow radiates from his eyes.  Chewbacca rushes into
             the cell past the dazed Han.  The Wookiee yells something
             and Han comes to, firing his pistol at a small control box
             in the wall.  The unconscious Deak drops like a rock into
             the giant Wookiee's arms.  Chewbacca slings him over his
             shoulders, and joins Han in the hallway.
             Smoke fills the small control center as Luke fiddles with
             the wires on the control board.
             A series of explosions at the main doorway knock a hole in
             the wall through which several Imperial troops begin to
             emerge.  Luke fires his laser pistol at them through the
             smoke and flames.  He turns and runs down a sub-hallway,
             stopping only for a moment on the far side of the passage-
             way to lock on the laser gate "cutters".  He takes a small
             com-link transmitter from his belt and speaks into it.
                           C3PO - C3P0 -- switch off emer-
                           gency communications network.
                           We're on our way.  Monitor what
                           you can...What was that, I didn't
             Threepio paces the control center as little Artoo beeps and
             whistles a blue streak.  Threepio yells into the small com-
             link transmitter.
                           I said, all systems have been
                           alerted to your presence, sir.  
                           I respectfully suggest you re-
                           turn at once...
             The transmitter squawks a short reply, and Threepio peeks
             out the tower window at the starship.  All is quiet.  He
             then moves to the door and it slides open a crack.  Several
             troops rush past, yelling and shouting orders.  Threepio
             slams the door shut, and pushes the lock lever.
                                     THREEPIO (CONT'D)
                           Oh no!
        79.  INT. DUNGEON - CELL ROW
             Han and Chewbacca rush toward the detention control complex,
             but are met by Luke running toward them.
                           There's no going back that way.
             Luke notices his mutilated brother draped over Chewbacca's
             shoulders.  His mouth drops open in stunned shock.
                           He's still with us, but there
                           ain't much left of him.
                           Your family must have something
                           the Empire wants awfully bad.
             The trio turns and runs down the cell block passageway.  
             They reach a small grate in the wall, covering a passage
             that leads down into a deep darkness.
                           This way.  It might lead out of
                           the cell block.
             Luke and Han pull up the rusty grate, and they disappear
             into the black passageway.
        80.  lNT. DUNGEON - PASSAGEWAY
             Han leads the group down the ever-darkening, narrow passage-
             way.  Their footsteps echo on the cold stone steps of the
             winding, descending stairway.  Han and Luke switch on small
             lights in their gunbelts.  The rhythmic marching of storm-
             troops is heard behind them.  Han stops the group before
             an intersecting hallway.  The marching troops seem to be
             getting louder; muffled voices can be heard.
                           They're right behind us.  Which
                           Your guess is as good as mine.
                           Maybe we'd better keep going
                           down until we reach the docking
             They continue down the eerie, slimy corridor that gets nar-
             rower and narrower as they descend into the bowels of the
             A loud buzzer sounds throughout the control tower.  Threepio
             rushes to the computer console.
                           All right, all right, I'm going
                           to answer it...just don't blame
                           me if we get caught.
             He switches on the control com-link.
                           There is a problem on the level
                           five detention area.  Double
                           Confirmed, and out.
                                (to Artoo)
                           Do you think they'll believe that?
             The passageway has gotten so small that Han, Luke and
             Chewbacca must walk sideways.  Suddenly the way opens up to
             a wide, low ceiling corridor that is very dark and dank.
                           We made it...Hurry!
             The group runs along the foul-smelling passageway.
                           I think they've stopped following
                           I wonder why?...It's sure getting
                           hot down here.  Where do you think
                           this leads?
                           It's some kind of vent system.
             A loud, horrible, inhuman moan works its way up from the
             far end of the passageway and stops the group dead in its
             tracks.  They exchange rather worried looks.
                           I think I know why they stopped
                           following us...
                           Which direction is it?
             Chewbacca jabbers something to Han.
                           Chewbacca says there are legends
                           of the Sith keeping DAI NOGAS in
                           the belly of the city...Dai Nogas
                           are not to be trifled with.
                           Which way should we go?
                           They are not natural creatures.  
                           They are very large; but it
                           could be anywhere.  There is no
                           hope for us back there, so I
                           guess we should push ahead.
             They start forward; but the giant Wookiee stops and howls
             something at Han.  The young captain talks to the frightened
             creature and eventually calms him down, and they slowly con-
             tinue forward.  Barely perceivable, a dim light glimmers at
             the far end of the hallway.
                           Look, a light, head for it!
             The group picks up speed as it nears the light.  Suddenly,
             a huge form blocks out the light, and Chewbacca lets out a
             terrified howl and begins to back away.  Han and Luke stand
             fast with their laser pistols drawn.  Han calls back to the
             Wookiee, who begins to cower near one of the damp walls.
                           Guns are no good.  Only a Jedi,
                           strong with the FORCE, can stop
             The huge shape, breathing loud and deep, sloshes forward.
                           Maybe we could out-flank it?
                           The passageway is too small...We
                           would have to distract it with
             The two boys begin to slowly walk backwards as the horrible
             DAI NOGA begins its cumbersome advance.
                           Get Chewbacca, try to get around
                           it.  I'll draw it away.
                           Are you sure?? These things
                           aren't natural.
                           I'll listen to your plan...
             Han turns and rushes back to Chewbacca, who is huddled
             against the wall, with the unconscious Deak lying by his
             side.  The Wookiee is shaking and wailing like a small
             child.  In the thin light provided by the small door at
             the end of the passageway, the faint outline of the grue-
             some Dai Noga can be perceived.  Luke, with shaking hands,
             fires directly at the center of the beast.  His laser bolt
             passes through the huge creature and explodes against a
             far wall.  The light from the blast reveals a little more
             of the thing, which is something like a cross between a
             huge spider and a giant squid.
             Han has blindfolded Chewbacca, and attempts to lead the
             Wookiee carrying Deak around the terrifying Dai Noga.  
             They edge their way along the corridor wall as Luke fires
             a second blast at the slime.  The Dai Noga lets out with
             a horrible moan and lumbers towards Luke with a new vigor.  
             Luke backs away firing as he goes.  Han and Chewbacca make
             it to the door and watch the Dai Noga move after Luke.
                           We're clear!  I'll distract him.
             He fires a shot at the monster, but it continues after Luke.
                           Shoot above him!
             Han fires again, this time above the creature, knocking
             rocks and debris on top of him.  He turns to face his new
             enemy, enabling Luke to creep around the Dai Noga and join
             Han and Chewbacca.  The spider-like monster lets out a
             moan and leaps at the two youths.  Chewbacca has worked
             loose the iron grate covering the doorway, and the group
             tumbles into a dusty, unused hallway.
        83.  INT. DUNGEON - HALLWAY
             The Dai Noga bangs against the opening and a long slimy
             tentacle works its way out of the doorway searching for a
             victim.  Han aims his pistol.
                           No, wait!!  They'll hear...
             Han fires at the doorway, creating an avalance of rubble
             which buries the monster.
             The noise of the blast echoes relentlessly throughout the
             passageway.  Luke simply shakes his head at the young cap-
             tain.  They get up and start down the passageway.  Han is
             clearly bothered by Luke's low opinion of his actions.
                           I don't care, I want them to
                           find us...I need a good fight...
                           I could polish off a whole squad,
                           like that!
             He snaps his fingers as Luke gives him a skeptical look.  
             Threepio nervously paces the control room.
                           You mean they've calculated that
                           the escape has something to do
                           with the ship!  Then they'll come
                           up here, too...Oh me! We'll all
                           be atomized.  Where could they
                           have disappeared to?
             Luke and Han stand before a bay window overlooking the pi-
             rate starship.  They watch as a platoon of Imperial storm-
             troopers take up guard positions outside the craft.  An
             officer attempts to open the hatch and enter the ship, but
             is unsuccessful.  He exits the docking bay in a hurry.
                           He'll be heading for the control
                           tower.  Come on...
             The two boys rush down the hallway, followed by the lumber-
             ing Chewbacca carrying Deak.  They round a corner and run
             smack dab into twelve Imperial stormtroopers heading toward
             them.  Both groups are taken by surprise, and stop in their
             tracks.  Before even thinking, Han draws his laser sword
             and charges the troops, yelling at the top of his lungs.  
             The troops are startled by this assault and start to back
             off.  Han manages to cut several down before the rest flee
             in panic.  Pleased with his prowess, Han starts after them,
             yelling back to Luke as he goes.
                           Get Chewbacca to the ship!
                           Wait, where are you going?  Come
                           back here!
             Han has already rounded a corner and does not hear.  Luke
             rushes Chewbacca to the doorway at the end of the hallway.  
             He motions the Wookiee to go on.
             Han chases the ten stormtroopcrs down a long sub-hallway.  
             He is yelling and brandishing his laser sword.  The troops
             reach a dead end and are forced to turn and fight.  Han
             stoos a few feet from them and assumes a defensive position.
             He is ready to cut them down.  The troops begin to ignite
             their laser swords; soon all ten troopers are moving into
             an attack position in front of the lone starpirate. Han's
             determined look begins to fade as the troops begin to ad-
             Luke runs down the sub-hallway in a last-ditch attempt to
             save his bold friend.  Suddenly he hears the clamor of
             laser swords and yelling.  Around the corner shoots Han
             Solo, pirate extraordonaire, running for his life, followed
             by a host of furious stormtroopers.  Luke turns and starts
             running the other way, also.  They run around several cor-
             ners, and the troops drop a ways behind.  Luke squeezes
             down a side passage and signals for Han to follow.
             Luke and Han run down the narrow passageway looking for an
             exit.  The stormtroopers can be heard barking orders as
             they follow the duo.  An officer at the far end of the hall-
             way spots them and fires a laser blast at them, but misses.  
             They reach a complex blast-shield door which they attempt
             to open by pushing a series of buttons on a lock switch.
             The several layers of hatches and locks slowly peel away.  
             Han returns the laser fire of the gathered stormtroopers
             at the end of the hallway.  The signal on their belt com-
             links begins to buzz.  Luke takes one in hand and gets a
             jumble of excited Wookiee gibberish.  He hands the small
             com-link receiver to Han, who continues his barrage of the
                           It's for you.
             Han talks to the Wookiee and seems to be in some kind of
             an argument.
             Chewbacca is crouched behind some supply cannisters near
             the main entrance to the spaceport bay.  Stormtroopers
             march to and fro in front of tne pirate starship.  The
             giant Wookiee whispers into the com-link.  Deak lies in a
             heap at his feet.  Chewbacca ducks lower as several troops
             stop almost on top of him.  He puts the com-link back on
             his belt and draws Deak close to him.
             Han gives the com-link back to Luke.
                           Chewbacca can't make it to the
                           ship without help.
             The final hatch starts to swing open behind them.
                           Then let's go!
             They turn and start into the main spaceport causeway.  A
             few feet into the hallway and the boys stop short.  Two
             evil, BLACK KNIGHTS OF THE SITH stride toward them.  Luke
             turns and runs back into the narrow passageway.
                                     LUKE (CONT'D)
                           Come on back.  We'll not be
                           stopping them...
             Han jumps back into the narrow passageway and Luke pulls
             the main blast-shield lock switch.  The five layers of
             door instantly slam shut.
                           Now what??
             Luke shrugs his shoulders.  The stormtroopers renew their
             The two Sith knights stop before the huge blast-shield door.  
             Stormtroopers take up position behind them.  One of the
             knights turns to the first officer of the guard.
                                     SITH KNIGHT
                           Move your man back.
             The troops scurry out of the way, as the Sith knights raise
             their arms over their heads, creating a powerful force field.
             The mighty blast-shield door bulges under the pressure of
             the Sith para-force.  Luke spots a small waste receptacle
             on the wall.  He fires a few shots at the assembled storm-
             troopers at the far end of the corridor, and moves to the
             garbage chute.  He motions for Han to follow, but the young
             starcaptain is sitting in a corner staring blankly at the
             bulging door.  Luke runs back to him.
                           What is it?
                           It's no use...we're lost.
                           No, no, there's a debris chute.  
                           It's the Bogan force making you
                           feel that way.  Don't give up
                           hope...fight it!
                           It's no use, it's no use.
             The giant hinge bolts on the blast-shield door begin to pop
             as the force of the Sith knights grows stronger.  Luke fires
             off a rapid series of shots and half-drags Han to the small
             grate in the wall.
                           Well, we're going anyway.  Think
                           of good things.  Drive the Bogan
                           from your mind.
             Luke blasts the cover off the debris receptacle and shoves
             Han into the small opening.  The giant blast door begins
             to smolder, creating a smoky cover for the boys to hide in.  
             Luke frantically blasts away at the advancing stormtroopers,
             then climbs into the garbage chute and disappears.
             Luke slides through a series of chutes until he winds up
             in a large room full of muck.  Han is already stumbling
             around looking for an exit.  He finds a small hatchway and
             struggles to get it open.
                           The blasted thing is vacuum-
             He draws his laser pistol and fires at the hatch.  The laser
             bolt ricochets wildly around the small metal room.  Both
             Luke and Han dive for cover in the garbage as the bolt ex-
             plodes almost on top of them.  Luke climbs out of the gar-
             bage with a rather grim look on his face.
                           I'm glad to see the Bogan is no
                           longer with you, but would you
                           put that thing away or you're
                           going to get us both killed.
                           I'll leave it for you to open
                           then.  I'm just afraid we're
                           going to have company soon...
                           This is a brilliant escape.
                           Well, it could be worse...
             Before Han can reply, the walls of the garbage receptacle
             begin to rumble and edge toward the adventurers.
                           Now what?!?
                           Try to jam it with something.
             They place poles and long metal beams between the closing
             walls; but they are simply snapped and bent and the giant
             trash masher rumbles on.  The situation doesn't look good.
                           This isn't working!
                           Well then, think of something
             The room gets smaller and smaller, until it is only three
             feet wide.  Garbage is snapping and popping as it is crushed
             by the relentless walls.  Luke's com-link begins to buzz,
             and he pulls it off his belt.
                           I begging your oardon, sir,
                           but we are going to be unable
                           to stay here much longer.
                           Could you give us...
                                (to Han)
                           Threepio!  That's it.  The R-2
                           unit is still plugged into the
                           control systems...
                                (into the
                           Threepio, listen to me.  Have
                           Artoo shut down all garbage
                           chutes in the immediate con-
                           necting bays.  I think we're
                           on your level, but shut them
                           off on the level above you,
                           also...Quickly, shut them off!
             The rumbling walls begin to shake the room, and then they
             halt.  Han breathes a sigh of relief.  Luke goes over to
             the pressure hatch and scrapes some muck off a number.
                                     LUKE (CONT'D)
                           Open the pressure maintenance
                           hatch on unit 366117891...
             In a moment, the door pops open.
                                     LUKE  (CONT'D)
                           We're out.  Disconnect Artoo and
                           go back to the ship...Avoid the
                           troops, if possible...
                           I wish you were here, sir.
                           We'll be with you shortly.  In-
                           struct Montross to get the ship
             Two lmperial officers stand in the hallway leading to the
             spaceport.  One of the officers is a fleet admiral.  They
             spot Artoo and Threepio waddling towards them and can hardly
             believe their eyes.
                           That's them!
             Before they can do anything about it, Han and Luke jump
             the officers from behind, and put laser swords to their
             necks.  The robots trundle up to them.
                           Thank goodness you're safe,
                           sir.  Did you find Master Deak?
                           Chewbacca's got him.  Now if we
                           can just get by those guards be-
                           fore the Sith arrive...
                           They won't be here too quickly,
                           I don't think; we shut and sealed
                           all alarm doors in the gantry.
                                (to the officer)
                           Come on, boys!
             Han and Luke, dragging their hostages in front of them,
             enter the starship bay.  Artoo and Threepio hurry in be-
             hind them.  The twenty or so troops guarding the starship
             train their weapons on the group, but seeing an admiral
             held as hostage, hesitate.  Chewbacca jumps out from be-
             hind the supply cannisters, carrying Deak over his shoulder,
             and joins the group.  They slowly make their way toward
             the starship, which is a medley of noises, as it prepares
             for take-off.  The main hatch slides open.
                           Forget about us -- fire on them.
             The troops aim their laser rifles.  The admiral panics.
                           No, wait!  Don't shoot!  They'll
                           not get away.  They'll not get
                           away.  Don't shoot!
             The group enters the starship and the hatch slams shut.  
             Han slides into the co-pilot seat.  Montross gives him a
             big smile.
                           Get us out of here!
             Montross pulls back on the controls and the ship begins to
             move.  The dull thud of laser bolts can be heard bouncing
             off the outside of the ship.
                           They aren't going to hurt us
                           with those peashooters...
                           There are Sith out there.
             The starship lifts away from the starship bay and moves into
             the cloud sea of Alderaan.  Troops continue to fire at the
             ship as it leaves.  Too late, four Sith knights arrive.
                                     SITH KNIGHT
                           They'll not get far.
             Han picks up the com-link.
                           Luke, jettison the hostages and
                           get to one of the gun ports.
                           You'd better get back there, too.  
                           Four TlE ships coming in at six
             He points out the cockpit window to four small Imperial
             fighters banking in on their right side.
                           Was this trip really necessary?
                           There's another bunch at two o'clock.  
                           We're into our power reserves, so
                           take your time.  Sing out if they
                           get below us and I'll kick her around
                           ...Now get going!
             Luke is busy checking out one of the two main laser cannons
             mounted in large rotating bubble turrets.  He adjusts his
             head-phones, and searches his electronic tracking screen
             for the lmperial fighters.
                                (over head-phones)
                           Here they come.
             Han jumps into the turret opposite Luke, and begins to strap
             himself in.  The pirate starship shudders as the Imperial
             fighters open fire.  Luke's turret swings around and he be-
             gins to return the fire.  Moments later, Han lowers his
             glare reflector and with a burst of smoke and electrical
             charge also opens up on the enemy craft.  One of the Imperial
             fighters is hit by a concentrated barrage and begins spin-
             ning out of control, until it finally explodes.  Han gives
             Luke a victory wave, which Luke gleefully returns.
             Imperial fighters buzz about everywhere.  The constant flash-
             ing of deflected laser bolts reflect in the interior of the
             turret bubble.  Chewbacca sits in an aft turret, blazing
             away at the enemy craft.  A huge explosion rocks the pirate
             ship and throws Artoo and Threepio crashing against a pas-
             sageway wall.
                           Here we go again.  How did we
                           get ourselves into this?  We
                           never seem to be in the right
             Over the com-link, Montross gives instructions as to the
             enemy formations.  Several more Imperial ships explode and
             disappear from view.  The pirate starship undergoes a great
             deal of punishment as the battle rages.
                                (into the com-link)
                           We're beginning to come apart
                           back here...the ship will not
                           take much more of this...
             Several of the Imperial fighters concentrate their fire on
             a weakened port antenna and finally it explodes, opening
             a hole in one of the compartments and everything that isn't
             bolted down is sucked into outer space.  Threepio and Artoo
             struggle to push a large cabinet in front of the hole.
             The cockpit is alive with warning lights and buzzers, but
             Montross manages to keep things under control.  He speaks
             into the com-link.
                           You're doing great, boys. There
                           are only three or four of them
                           left; but maybe it's time we
                           showed them this isn't your regu-
                           lation type F-888 cargo-trawler.
                           Stand by for hyper-skip...and
                           hope she holds together.
             Montross pulls back on several of the levers before him,
             and the ship surges away from the tiny fighters.  The pi-
             rate starship races through the galaxy at an incredible
             speed; but it isn't long before the Imperial fighters catch
                                     MONTROSS (CONT'D)
                           Take them now, boys.  They
                           shouldn't be maneuverable at
                           this speed.
             Luke, Han and Chewbacca fire away at the now stationary
             Imperial craft.  One explodes, then another, and before
             long, they are all congratulating each other on their vic-
                                                          DISSOLVE TO:
             Luke kneels over what's left of his brother.  Han stands
             in the doorway watching as Threepio applies some medication
             to the Jedi's gaping wounds.
                           I don't know much more we can do
                           for him, sir.  These are spiritual
                           wounds.  The Bogan arts often run
                           contrary to the ways of science...
                           and logic.  I can't help him. Only
                           a Jedi can save him.
                           He's been trying to talk...He knows
                           I'm here.  He knows it's me.
              Han simply shakes his head at the situation.
                           He must have something of great
                           value for them to do that to him.  
                           A lost spice mine, maybe?  Well,
                           whatever it is, he'd better re-
                           gain consciousness 'cause I'm due
                           my share...and I'm going to be
                           very unhappy if he joins THE
                           FORCE OF OTHERS before I get it...
              Han turns and leaves Luke and Threepio alone with Deak.
                           You've done well, Threepio...you
                           have served both of us well beyond
                           your programming.  Leave me with
                           him for awhile, would you?
                           Thank you, sir.  Your kindness is
                           greatly appreciated.  That is, the
                           compliment of compliments...But
                           sir, you too ought to be getting
                           some rest...What with that tempest
                           we stirred up back there, I'm sure
                           we aren't through this yet.
                           I'll be along shortly.
              Threepio turns and leaves, locking the cabin door behind
                                     LUKE (CONT'D)
                           I guess you couldn't have known,
                           but Ogana Major is gone, destroyed
                           by something -- I can't imagine
                           what...I don t know about father --
                           whether he's dead or alive -- or
                           where to find him if he is alive.  
                           I didn't know what to do, so I
                           came for you...You can't die, you
                           just can't...What am I going to do?  
                           Just tell me what to do...Oh, Deak!
              Luke slumps over his brother and begins to weep quietly.  
              Suddenly he remembers the Kiber Crystal hidden in his belt.
              He takes off his belt and fumbles to open the secret com-
              partment.  The buckle snaps open and a powerful clear light
              fills the darkened room.  The Kiber Crystal's glow is al-
              most blinding.  Luke takes the supernatural gem and places
              it in his injured brother's hand.  Luke suddenly sits bolt
              upright.  A thought seems to come to him and he dashes
              out of the cabin.
              Luke bursts into the lounge area where Chewbacca and Han
              are sprawled across the chairs, sound asleep.  They wake
              with a start.  Chewbacca draws his laser sword.
                           Yavin's fourth moon.
                           What's wrong?
                           My father's on the fourth moon
                           of Yavin.  We must go there
                           Wait a minute.   Is your brother
                           Then how do you know your father
                           is on Yavin?  I've had it with
                           your adventures...
              Chewbacca blurts out a long line of gibberish to Han.
                                     HAN (CONT'D)
                           Yeah, you're going to get us all
                           My father is on the fourth moon of
                           Yavin.  Your only reward is there,
              Han thinks about this for a few moments, then throws up
              his hands.
                           Well, we're already headed that
                           way anyway.
                                                          DISSOLVE TO:
              Montross is upset and starts yelling at Han and Luke.
                           ...It's a wasteland.  That system
                           is way beyond the rim of the galaxy.
                           But we HAVE enough power to get
              Luke slams a connector panel on the computer console.
                           Just relax for a second!
                                (getting more
                           We have MORE than enough power to
                           get there...But we don't have
                           enough to get back, and there is
                           no place to _get_ power out there...
                           We'd never get back.  It's madness...
              Montross starts to bring his arm down across the computer
              console to make his point, but Han grabs it in time to
              keep it from being dashed to bits.
                           It's not a wasteland.  There is
                           an outpost, I tell you...
              A sing-song alarm goes off on the scanner console. Threepio,
              who has been quietly sitting in the co-pilot's seat all
              through the argument, interrupts his master.
                           Excuse me, sir -- but we seem
                           to be approaching another ship
                           of some king.
              Montross looks into the scanner display.
                           I don't think that's a ship,
                           although it moves like one...
                           it's much too large.  It's as
                           big as a small moon.
                           A station of some kind?
                           I don't know.  It's moving, but
                           not very fast, and it's traveling
                           in the same direction we are.
                           Move off, let's go around it. We
                           don't need any more trouble.
                           I'd sure like to see what it is...
                           Well, whatever it is, it means
                           there must be some kind of a
                           power depot out here, so we'll
                                                          DISSOLVE TO:
              The sleek pirate starship drifts into orbit around the
              emerald green, fourth moon of YAVIN.
              Montross and Han are at the controls, as Luke rushes into
              the cockpit.
                           We pick up no significant life
                           form concentrations down there.  
                           Certainly there's no outpost...
                           It could be shielded, could be
                           Could be nothing.
                           Move into latitude sixty-one...
              A light begins to flash on the computer board.
                           What's that?
                           A signal beacon.  Something is
                           sending us coordinates...
                           That's it!  Lock onto it!  We
                           made it...We made it!
                           There'll be no landing a ship
                           this size on that terrain. We'll
                           have to use the auxiliary units.
                           Good.  I'll help Chewbacca with
              Luke rushes out of the cockpit.
                           That moon or station -- or what-
                           ever it is -- is back on the
                           scope.  It's either following us
                           here or was already coming here
                           on its own.  I'd better stay with
                           the ship.
                           Yeah, I think you'd better.   I
                           don't like this.  Track us if
                           you can...
              Two small lifepods jettison away from the starship, and
              slowly drift toward the awesome, deep green surface of
              the moon.  Retro-rockets automatically kick in and slow
              the pods.  The two tiny craft break through some light
              cloud cover and land in the dense, steaming jungles of
              Yavin's fourth moon.
              One of the lifepods has come to rest in the middle of a bog.  
              Han, Chewbacca, and Threepio emerge from the battered cap-
              sule as it slowly sinks into the murky swamp.
                           Montross was sure right about
                           this not being a fit place to
                           land.  We could have gotten
                           KILLED coming through those
                           trees...Well, let's find Luke...
                           They landed further south, I
                           think.  This is dangerous country.
                           If you don't mind my saying so,
                           I think we had better stay to-
              Chewbacca inspects a huge laser weapon and straps several
              power packs to his bandoliers.  The group ventures into a
              forest of gargantuan trees shrouded in an eerie mist. The
              air is heavy with the fantastic cries of unimaginable
        108.  EXT. VINE JUNGLE
              Luke's lifepod is caught in the limbs of a huge tree.  The
              fragile craft has been ripped in half by the crash land-
              ing.  A glass-enclosed mummy case containing the wounded
              Deak Starkiller is securely strapped in what remains of
              the tiny lifepod.  But his unconscious brother, Luke, hangs
              half out of the damaged craft.  A two-foot high insect-
              like creature scoots down a branch and onto the back of
              the dormant warrior.  The insect lets out a chilling his-
              sing sound, and a slimy tube emerges from its hairy mouth,
              waking Luke.  He opens his eyes, but doesn't move.  He is
              immediately aware of the insect.  Suddenly, with one quick
              blow, he knocks the creature against the side of the life-
              pod, and it is squashed lifeless.
              Luke is a little groggy, but he manages to climb out of the
              wreckage.  He hears a frantic whistle, pathetic in its
              desperation.  Luke looks around and spots Artoo hanging up-
              side down, one of his three feet caught in a vine.  Luke
              lifts the stubby robot out of his predicament and places
              him securely on a wide limb.  Luke then attaches a thin
              cable from his utility belt to the tree trunk, and slides
              to the ground.  Han and Threepio are waiting for him at
              the base of the huge tree.
                           Are you all right?
                           Yeah, I think so.  I'm going
                           to need some help getting Deak
                           down from there.
              Chewbacca emerges from the dense foliage and tells Han
              something.  He tells Chewbacca to climb the tree and get
                           He says we're about a league off
                           the coordinates.  The going will
                           be slow in this mess...
                           Then we best get on with it.
        109.  EXT. VINE JUNGLE RIDGE
              Gruesome and unnatural sounds permeate this ghostly waste-
              land.  The jungle is a strange and eerie, fog-laden purga-
              tory.  The group stops on a ridge overlooking the rebel
              outpost of MASASSI.  All that can be seen of the fortress
              is a lone guard standing on a small pedestal jutting out
              above the dense jungle.  Suddenly, three Aquillian rangers
              break out of the dark foliage and approach the group. Han
              and Chewbacca raise their weapons.
                           Hold!  Who are you?  Whom do
                           you serve?
              One of the rangers strides forward, ignoring Han's laser
              pistol.  He is a tall man; on his helmet is the crest of
              AQUILLAE.  He advances until he is standing a few feet
              from Luke's weapon.
                           I am Bail Antilles...I serve
                           THE FORCE OF OTHERS...We are
                           agents of the Starkiller...He
                           has been expecting you...
              Han looks a little puzzled, but lowers his weapon and tells
              Chewbacca to do likewise.  About two dozen rangers emerge
              from the brush and take up positions around the group. One
              of them speaks to Chewbacca in his own tongue, and the
              giant Wookiee lowers Deak onto a stretcher they have placed
              before him.
                                     ANTILLES (CONT'D)
                           Which of you is young Luke?
                           I am.  This is my friend and a
                           great starcaptain, Han Solo...
                           His first mate is called Chewbacca.
              Antilles bows low before Luke.  The young adventurer is
              embarrassed and doesn't know how to respond.  Finally the
              ranger rises.
                           We must move swiftly, my lord.
                           For you have arrived with all of
                           the force of the Bogan at your
                           heels.  The Death Star has found
                           us once again, and a deadly battle
                           lies before us.  There is little
                           time.  Hurry!
              Luke, Han, Chewbacca, the robots and Aquillian rangers ride
              on top of a low, gray armored transport speeder.  They swing
              past a long line of gleaming spacefighters sitting along
              the edge or the vast jungle runway.  The several different
              types of two-man fighter craft have a wide variety of mark-
              ings.  Several of the ships have bizarre and colorful de-
              signs painted across their large deflector fins, which trans-
              forms the crafts into huge and grotesque creatures, while
              others create beautiful and unique mosaic patterns.  Ground
              crews rush about servicing the craft.  Activity is at a
              fever pitch as Luke, Han and Antilles disembark the speeder
              and enter a low metal building to one side of the runway.
              The war room is a mass of glass enclosures, electronic wall
              displays, monitors and comouter stations.  Officers and
              aides rush to and fro, ignoring Luke and Han as they follow
              Major Antilles to a large, dimly lit conference room domi-
              nated by a huge galactic display board.  A briefing is in
              progress.  Several dozen officers sit around a long table
              as a young astro-general named DODANA is describing an
              attack plan to the others.  Antilles stops Han just outside
              the door as two braided guards approach them.
                           You'll have to wait here.
              Han gives Luke a look of betrayal and anger.
                           I'll be back, and you'll be
              Luke follows Antilles into the conference room and a glass
              door slides silently closed behind them.
              Antilles and Luke sit in chairs at the back of the room.
              Several officers at the table glance at Luke, but for the
              most part their attention remains riveted on General Dodana.
                           ...and although the digital
                           analysis doesn't confirm it,
                           he feels there is a weak point...
              Several large projections of a huge, armored space station
              appear behind Dodana.  One angle shows the north pole of
              the complex globe.  Six black towers dominate the detailed
              portion of the sphere.  Antilles whispers something to
              Luke who answers with a question.  Antilles points to a
              dark corner of the room near Dodana.  Luke strains to see
              something in the corner.  His hand fingers his belt buckle
              and he turns to Antilles and nods yes.
                                     DODANA (CONT'D)
                           ...Here, near the north pole
                           someplace.  In an area somewhere
                           below their generating towers,
                           he predicts you'll find a small
                           thermal exhaust port.  It is an
                           unshielded shaft that runs di-
                           rectly into the reactor system.
                           A direct hit straight into the
                           shaft would set up a chain reac-
                           tion that would destroy the Death
              A large, sallow-eyed General named AAY ZAVOR fiddles ner-
              vously with a small hand computer.
                           The greatest concentration of
                           fire power is at the poles.  I
                           doubt a ship could get in there
                           to find the exhaust port, let
                           alone fire a direct hit down the
              A flight officer with a patch over one eye rises.
                                     FLIGHT OFFICER
                           There is an impossible magnetic
                           field around those towers. Maneu-
                           verability in that sector is less
                           than point three...
              The GRANDE MOUFF TARKIN, a thin, bird-like commander of
              the outland Kesselian Dragoons, stands, and Dodana sits
              down, revealing behind and to one side of him a wizened
              old man with long silver hair -- THE STARKILLER.  He is
              apparently asleep; but as the Grande Mouff rises, the
              Starkiller's crystal-clear eyes open knowingly.  An aura
              of power radiates from the ancient Jedi that almost knocks
              Tarkin over.  The Starkiller is a large man, but shriveled
              and bent by an incalculable number of years.  His face,
              cracked and weathered by exotic climates, is set off by a
              long silver beard and penetrating gray-blue eyes.  Luke
              stares at him in awe.  He's at once proud, moved and
              slightly frightened.
                           With all due respect, sir, the time
                           has come for it to be said...
              There is a long pause, as most of the officers on the Grande
              Mouff's side of the table look down at their fidgeting hands
              or nervously look away.
                                     TARKIN (CONT'D)
                           After our crushing defeat, and the
                           destructicn of Ogana Major by this
                           Death Star...the Council has voted
                           to trust the cybormitic analysis
                           for future attack and planning pro-
                           cedures.  Your contact with THE FORCE
                           OF OTHERS is weak to the point where
                           it can no longer be trusted.  This
                           new attack formula is contrary to
                           the cyborg plan and depends too much
                           on faith...a faith that deserted us
                           at Ogana Major.  Our blind, unwaver-
                           ing faith in you and the Ashla has
                           led to our doom...
              The Starkiller sits unmoved, unresponding.   Zavor jumps to
              his feet in great anger and despair.
                           Your strategy destroyed us on
                           Ogana Major!  THE FORCE OF OTHERS
                           is no longer with us.  The Bogan
                           is too strong. This Death Star
                           is too strong!
              Finally Antilles can stand it no longer.
                           The Bogan is already beginning
                           to work on you...Will you flee
                           like frightened children again,
                           only to be hunted down again,
                           until there is no place to hide.
                           We were overwhelmed; his plan was
                           hopeless as this new plan of his
                           is hopeless...
                           You would trust a machine's logic
                           over THE FORCE OF OTHERS?  His son
                           brings us new faith...
                           His son brought us the Death Star...
                           He has betrayed us!
                           He's brought us the Kiber Crystal!
              The room falls silent.  The bent and broken Starkiller rises
              and Tarkin and Zavor immediately sit down.  He motions for
              Luke to join him at the head of the table.  Luke hurries
              to his father's side and hands him the Kiber Crystal. The
              Starkiller holds up the powerful stone and it radiates a
              brilliant light throughout the room.  Years seem to drop
              from the old man as the Kiber's force moves into his body.
                                     THE STARKILLER
                           With the Crystal, I can hold off
                           the force of the Bogan...but when
                           its presence is revealed, the enemy
                           will stop at nothing to acquire it.
                           ...You will have to win the battle
                           or lose everything...there will be
                           no retreat, no place to hide if the
                           Sith gain possession of the Crystal
                           ...finding the exhaust port is your
                           only chance.
                           You must have faith...THE FORCE
                           OF OTHERS is with you.
              One of the younger officers stands up.
                           We'll find the port.
              Several other officers stand, also.
                                     SECOND OFFICER
                           I think my boys could get in
                           there -- they can hit it.
              More officers and Generals join in until even Zavor and
              Tarkin are standing.
                           It will be to the finish, then.
                           This time, victory!
              Luke is embraced by his father in the cool, dim quiet of
              the outpost electronic library.
                                     THE STARKILLER
                           You've done well, my son -- but
                           I'm afraid your trial has just
                           begun.  I had hoped we would
                           have more time, time enough for
                           you to learn the ways of the
                           Force.  But you'll have to face
                           the enemy as a warrior rather
                           than a Jedi.  When the Death Star
                           is destroyed, there will be time
                           enough for training.
              Artoo and Threepio enter the room and bow low before their
              master and his father.
                                     THE STARKILLER (CONT'D)
                           I trust your replacement parts
                           are satisfactory?
                           Most certainly, and your kindness
                           is greatly appreciated.
                           I feel my capacities have doubled,
                           and if I do say so, Artoo is a
                           new unit.  I'd hardly know him.
                                     THE STARKILLER
                           You have served us well, and I
                           am releasing you from further
                           service.  You may rest and enjoy
                           your remaining years in tran-
                           If it's at all possible, sir,.and
                           if it's all the same to you...no
                           disrespect intended...we'd rather
                           continue to serve Master Luke.
                                     THE STARKILLER
                           The choice is yours.  Luke is truly
                           fortunate.  Now go and have them
                           bring us this starcaptain who was
                           so helpful to you.
                           I begging your pardon, sir, but
                           might I inquire after Master Deak?
                                     THE STARKILLER
                           Deak is doing fine, but the Bogan
                           is still heavy with him and it will
                           be some time before he is himself
                           again.  Now be off with you.
              They bow low and leave the room.  Antilles ushers Han into
              the office.  Antilles bows low before thc Starkiller and
              his son.  Han feels quite awkward standing before the
              legendary galactic hero.  He gives the old man a short
              bow, then gives Luke a slight nod.
                                     THE STARKlLLER (CONT'D)
                           You have been of great service to
                           us.  We offer you this in gratitude.
                           Luke tells me you have a great de-
                           sire for such things.
              He hands the young starcaptain a small box containing many
              neatly minted chrome bars.  Han's mouth drops open in amaze-
                           This must be at least seven or
                           eight million!
                                     THE STARKILLER
                           I would that I could give you
                           more.  We sorely need a man of
                           your ability.
                           I'm afraid my calling is elsewhere.
                           Sorry, Luke, but I'm not a part of
              Luke bows his head and is clearly disappointed.  He steps
              forward and gives Han a gray gunbelt with a chrome laser
              sword attached.
                           Han, I want you to take this.
                           It was fashioned by the _Bomerwrights
                           of Sullest_.  It is a special blade
                           witn great power that will never
                           fail you.  Take care, my friend.
             He gives Han a hug, and the young starcaptain leaves.
                                     THE STARKILLER
                           Now, my son, tell me of Owen, Beru,
                           and the twins, and of course, little.
              A small silver rebel ship edges close to the pirate star-
              ship, until the two craft link up.
              Han and Chewbacca enter the starship and are greeted by
              Montross.  Han gives him the box of chrome bars.
                           Eight million!  Eight million
                           and we got it legal.  Can you
                           beat that?  If only Captain Oxus
                           could see us now.  He never had
                           a haul this big!
                           You didn't stay long.  Could you
                           have tried for more?
                           That station we spotted is what
                           destroyed Ogana Major. They're
                           going to try to stop it.
                           Then I'd better get us going.
                           Yeah, do that.
              Han has a wistful look in his eyes as Montross heads back
              to the cockpit.
              Chaos.  Red scramble lights are flashing.  Alert horns and
              attack buzzers create an unbelievable cacophony.  Star-
              pilots in a variety of different style spacesuits scramble
              out of the low concrete ready room, grabbing helmets and
              space packs as they race out the doors.
              Pilots and navigators dash in unison to a long line of wait-
              ing two-man starship fighters.  Around it, crews scurry
              here and there loading last minute armament and unlocking
              power couplings.  Luke, closely followed by Artoo and
              Threepio, meet Antilles in front of one of the sleek star-
                           This one's ours.  May THE FORCE
                           OF OTHERS be with us.
              On a balcony overlooking the runway appears the dazzling
              figure of the Starkiller.  His long silver hair and beard
              cascade over his flowing white robes.  The Kiber Crystal
              glitters in his right hand.  The pilots and crews stop
              what they are doing and bow low toward the honored Jedi.
              Luke and the robots join the others in the tribute.  The
              air warriors are a wide mix of humans and other creatures
              from the many systems in the Alliance.
                                     THE STARKILLER
                           Your next journey is marked by
                           your given word.
                           Do not falter, for there is no
                           retreat from this battle.  The
                           power of the Bogan is strong on
                           the Death Star.  The Sith are
                           many, but we hold the one power
                           mightier than they: the Kiber
                           Crystal.  It is your captain and
                           your banner.  Do not fear to go
                           where it leads.  THE FORCE IS WITH
              The pilots and crews bow and hurry to their starships. Luke
              helps Threepio lift Artoo into the ship.  PILOT LEADER, a
              rugged, handsome man in his forties, gives his ground crew
              the signal that he is starting his ion engine.  He has a
              winning smile and a distinctive scar along the side of his
              face.  His crew chief pats him on the back.
                           Knock them all the way back to
              The canopy is closed and the powerful starship moves onto
              the runway.  Luke and Antilles settle into their craft as
              their crew looks down the armament housing.
                           I've got you about a thousand
                           pounds lighter.  It should help.
              He hangs a small good-luck charm inside the cockpit as the
              main canopy starts to slide closed.  Luke and Antilles wave
              back to him.  Other crewmen say goodbye to their pilots,
              some grinning, some kidding -- all with a great deal of
              hidden emotion.  The din of retro-rockets cuts through the
              uproar, and six silver starships leave the runway and dis-
              appear into the morning cloud cover.
              The Starkiller sits quietly before a giant computer display
              of the Yavin system.  It shows the planet, moons and approach-
              ing Death Star.  The Grande Mouff Tarkin stands behind the
              Jedi with several other Generals.
                           They're all away, sir.  For the
                           first time since the take-over,
                           I feel real hope.
                                     THE STARKILLER
                           Put their com-links through the
                           main system.  Let everyone hear
              General Dodana approaches the group and leans over to the
                           They've made contact, sir.
              A small bright speck orbiting the huge green moon of Yavin
              sparkles in the light of the distant sun.  Six rebel star
              ships settle ominously into the foreground, moving swiftly
              toward the orbiting speck.  As the starships move closer,
              the awesome size of the gargantuan Imperial space fortress
              is revealed.  Explosions create blinding flashes on the
              planet's surface as the Imperial fortress bombards the moon
              with a fusillade of laser bolts.
              Pilot Leader, in the first ship, signals to his navigator
              who sits in a small isolated glass bubble to the rear of
              the craft.  The many monitors are filled with various com-
              puter read-outs and displays.  Over the com-link one of
              the other starpilots reports to Pilot Leader.
                                     BOMA SIX (INTERCOM)
                           Look at the size of that thing!
                                     PILOT LEADER
                           Cut off, Boma Six.  Stand by.
                           Bantha pack cover to the south.
                           We'll try for the exhaust port.
                           Settle in.  Here we go.
              Luke adjusts the controls of the tiny starfighter and lowers
              the sunshade on his goggles.  Antilles and Threepio rotate
              around in the gun-pod.
                           Does that glare bothcr you?
                           I've got it blockcd.  I'm all right.
                           I wish they'd let us try for
                           that exhaust port.
              Fuel pods are jettisoned.  The starship fighters break off
              into a powerdive attack on the space fortress.  A barrage
              of laser fire from the huge fortress creates a wall of
              death, through which most of the rebel craft miraculously
              emerge, undamaged.  Multiole laser bolts streak from the
              starship fighters, creating small explosions on the complex
              surface of the fort.  Antilles directs his fire at one of
              the prime power terminals.  It explodes, generating weird
              electronic arcs that leap off the station's surface.
              Walls buckle and cave in, sucking debris and personnel into
              the vacuum of space.  Alarm sirens scream as soldiers scram-
              ble to large turbo-powered laser gun emplacements.  Officers
              yell orders through the smoke and confusion.  Men and robots
              of various shapes and sizes run to their battle stations.
              Standing in the middle of the chaos, a vision of calm and
              foreboding, is the evil Sith knight: Darth Vader.  Several
              astro-officers run up to him, still putting on the helmets
              and equipment.
                           Get to your ships.  I'll take the
                           lead myself.
              Generals and troops listen silently to the action of the
              starships over the com-link.  The Starkiller seems to be
              asleep, but no one attempts to waken him.
                                     PILOT LEADER (V.O.)
                           Boma One to Massoni Base, we're
                           nearing the north pole transmitter
                           area.  The magnetic concussion is
                           getting very rough.  We're start-
                           ing our run.  Tighten it up.  Boma
                           Two, tighten it up.  Watch those
                                     BOMA TWO (CHEWIE)(V.O.)
                           Heavy fire, Boss.  Twenty-three
                                     PILOT LEADER (V.O.)
                           I see it.  Pull in.  Pull in.
                           We're picking up some inter-
                                     BOMA SIX (V.O.)
                           Wow, I've never seen such fire
                                     PILOT LEADER (V.O.)
                           Pull in, Boma Two.  Pull in.
                           Chewie, do you read me?  Chewie?
                                     BOMA TWO (V.O.)
                           I'm all right, Boss.  I've got
                           a target.  I'm going in to check
                           it out.
                                     BOMA SIX (V.O.)
                           There is too much action, Chewie.
                           Get out!
                                     PILOT LEADER (V.O.)
                           Break off, Chewie.  Acknowledge.
                           We've hit too much interference.
                           Boma Six, can you see Boma Two?
              The Starkiller's eyes open as the tension mounts.  He has
              not been asleep.
                                     BOMA SIX (V.O.)
                           I've lost him. There's a heavy
                           fire zone on this side.  My
                           scanner's jammed.
                                     BOMA FIVE (V.O.)
                           He's gone.  No, wait.  There he
                           is.  Fin damage, but he's all right.
              A sigh of relief sweeps across the war room.  The computers
              flash off and then on again as the whole room shakes under
              the Death Star's bombardment of a nearby ridge.
                                     DEVIL FOUR (V.O.)
                           Watch your back, Boss.  Watch
                           your back!  A TIE squad above
                           you, coming in -- about six ships.
              FlGHTERS (BOMA GROUP)
              Six fin winged Imperial fighters dive on Pilot Leader, but
              he does a quick spiral turn and eludes them.
                                     BOMA TWO (CHEWIE)(V.O.)
                           I found the exhaust port, Boss.
                           Relay target six degrees south by
                           three mark two.  It's not very
                           big -- a direct hit is going to
                           be tough.
                                     PILOT LEADER
                           I copy, Boma Two, but we have other
                           problems right now.
              Pilot Leader and Boma Four dive in unison through a forest
              of radar domes, antennae and gun towers.  They are followed
              by four Imperial TIE fighters.  The two rebel ships make
              a sharp turn and come around behind the Imperial ships.
              Boma Four and Pilot Leader fire into the TIE fighters as
              the six ships criss-cross the surface of the fortress.
              Suddenly, a dense barrage of laser fire erupts from a pro-
              truding tower, catching Boma Four broadside.  The rebel
              spacecraft bursts into a million flaming pieces.  Pilot
              Leader reacts to the loss of his wing man with a renewed
              attack on the Imperial ships -- one of which falls away
              and hits a prime power terminal, creating an arching spec-
              tacle.  A chain reaction is set off, creating a series of
              explosions leaping across the surface of the fortress from
              terminal to terminal.
              Luke and three other speedy little fighters dart back and
              forth across the soft underbelly of the fortress, leaving
              a trail of destruction behind them.  Artoo is sitting on
              the seat-back above Threepio's shoulders.  He is beeping
              and whistling frantically.  Threepio swings his gun pod
              around and begins firing at an approaching Imperial TIE
                           I see it.  I see it.  Don't confuse
                           me, or we'll be killed.  See those?
                           They break up in little pieces, just
                           like a GS unit under pressure.
                           Luke, TIE fighters below us.
                           I see them.  Hang on!
              The rebel craft dives on the Imperial ships, all guns blast-
              ing away.  Two of the TIE craft go down in flames.
              Constant explosions rock the interior of the fortress.
              Troops scurry for safety in the panic-ridden control center.
              A Sith knight speaks to Lord Vader on the com-link.
                                     SITH KNIGHT
                           Yes, my Lord, the Ashla Force is
                           strong upon us.  I can't hold the
                           panic.  How could it be?
                           I feel the influence of the Kiber
                           Crystal.  Perhaps the Starkiller
                           is still alive.  They must have
                           brought it out of hiding at last.
                           We must strain -- counter the
                           force.  Their attack is organized;
                           they're going for the poles.  Con-
                           centrate there.
              Boma Two (Chewie), a young hot-shot of about sixteen years,
              miraculously dives his ship through a virtual sea of laser
              fire and blasts the Imperial fighters into dust.  Chewie
              signals to his navigator, who lets out a whooping cheer
              as the craft veers into a victory roll.
                                     PILOT LEADER
                           Great moves, Chewie.  Regroup at
                           point two-four.  Let's go in for
                           that exhaust port.  Coincide, Boma
              Boma Five and Boma Three bob and weave in formation toward
              a group of giant towers at the north pole.
                                     PILOT LEADER (CONT'D)
                           I see it.  It looks good.
                                     BOMA THREE
                           I've got it.  We're hit!  We're hit!
                                     PILOT LEADER
                           Eject...Eject.  Boma Three, do you                (
                                     BOMA THREE
                           I'm all right.  I can hold it.
                           Give me a little room, Boma Five.
                           Watch it!  Watch it!
              Boma Three wobbles a little, then drops away sharply, plow-
              ing into a huge laser gun emplacement, causing a hideous
              series of chain reaction explosions.  The four remaining
              starships of the Boma group fly in a tight fommation and
              dive between the tall towers near the exhaust port.
                                     PILOT LEADER
                           Masassi Base, we're in position
                           and starting for the target.
                           Chewie, hold your fire until
                           we're within point zero five
                           four.  Make it count.
              Several ack-ack lasers begin to open fire on the approach-
              ing spacecraft.  The rebel ships direct their fire at a
              small, glowing blue hole at the base of one of the towers.
              Boma Five explodes, quickly followed by Boma Four.
                                     BOMA TWO (CHEWIE)
                           I'm on it.
              Boma Two dives directly at the small target, is unable to
              pull out and crashes into the base of one of the towers.
              Pilot Leader dives between the towers, firing away, but is
              unable to hit the small hole.
                                     PILOT LEADER
                           It's too small.  It's impossible.
                           All ships hit.  Send in Bantha
                           group.  I'll try to make it.
              One of the two large engines on Pilot Leader's fighter ex-
              plodes.  He careens wildly, leaving an erratic trail of
              smoke before eventually crashing into a solar panel.
              On the large computer display board, several of the markers
              indicating rebel fighters go dark.  General Dodana approaches
              the Starkiller in a hurry.
                           Eighty-five percent of our craft
                           have been destroyed.  The proba-
                           bility projection shows little hope.
                           Retreat is possible at this
                           time, but not for long.
              Zavos steps forward in a panic.
                           It's just like Ogana Major.
                           Twice we have listened to
                           this old man, and twice it
                           has led to our ruin.  We
                           must surrender before we're
                           all destroyed, while there
                           is still time.
              The Starkiller gives Zavos a hard look and the cowardly
              General shakes as if a cold wind had chilled him to his
                                     THE STARKILLER
                           There will be no surrender.
                           There will be no retreat.
                           This was settled.  The
                           force is still with us.
              The General's eyes turn back to the big board as two more
              symbols disappear.  The four that are left are flying in
              formation toward the north pole exhaust port.
                           There are only four left.
              Luke swings the small craft around the many outcroppings
              of laser towers and transmitters.
                           We'll follow you in Banta
                                     BANTA ONE
                           Ship response through here
                           is gone.  Don't try anything
                           Antilles, Threepio, as soon as
                           you've got the target, open up.
              The fortress gun emplacements fire away, hitting Banta
              Three.  It disintegrates, leaving a trail of flaming parti-
              cles.  The three remaining craft continue the assault.
              Luke and Antilles watch the remains of Banta Three disap-
                                     BANTA  ONE
                           This is it.  Make it count.
              The rebel craft blast away at the exhaust port, but all
                           Sir, I think if you pitched the
                           ship about twelve degrees on the
                           final approach, we could clear
                           the port rim.  It seems to be
                           diagonal, which is why we're off
                           I think you're right.  Luke, tell
                           Banta One when we make our next
                           Banta One, this is Banta Two...
              Lord Vader and two other Imperial ships wait for the rebel
              craft to emerge from the smoke and confusion of the exhaust
              port area.
                           We'll take what's left when they
                           start their second run.  Prepare
                           the scan ships for low altitude
                           survey.  The Kiber Crystal will
                           be ours if it's still down there.
                           Stand by...Here they come.
        132.  EXT. BATTLE
              The three rebel starships bank and prepare for a second
              attack on the exhaust port.  Suddenly, streaking down from
              above them, the Imperial TIE craft blaze away with all their
              laser cannons.
              Banta Four instantly bursts into flames, then disintegrates.
              Banta One's tail section is hit, and the ship pinwheels
              toward the planet.  Blood covers Antilles' face.  Luke
              struggles to keep control of the ship.  Artoo is whistling
              wildly as Threepio swings the gun turret around to fire at
              the enemy craft.
                           The turret's shattered.  But
                           both hatches are sealed.  I
                           can hold out.  Just get us back
                           down there.
                           Well, it looks like we're it.
              The tiny rebel fighter dives toward the exhaust port, but
              is cut off and forced to turn away from Vader's ship.
                           This is the last one.  Here's
                           where the rebellion ends.
              The three Imperial craft dive on the lone rebel starfighter.
              Laser bolts streak past the small craft on all sides.  Vader
              moves close in behind Luke's ship.
                           Where did he go?   I can't see him.
                           He's back there somewhere.  Luke,
                           bank a little...See him now?
              Vader signals his wing men to back off.
                           I've got him.  Return to base.
              Suddenly, Vader's wing man explodes into a shower of burn-
              ing fragments.  Vader is surprised and looks around for the
              cause of his wing man's misfortune.
                                     VADER (CONT'D)
                           SR-2, do you see anything?  What
                           did he hit?                                        1
              Before SR-2 can answer, he too is blasted out of orbit.
              Vader quickly veers off and takes defensive maneuvers. Above
              and behind the Imperial fighters the old familiar pirate
              starship descends into view.
              Han grins at Montross and speaks into the com-link.
                           I heard you were having some
                           problems, Banta Two.
                                     LUKE (V.O.)
                           I don't know what brought you
                           back, but I'm sure glad you're
                           I'll cover you.  If you're going
                           in there after something, you'd
                           better get going.
        134.  EXT. BATTLE
              Luke dives the tiny ship once again into the wall of laser
              fire around the exhaust port.  The pirate ship follows a
              short distance behind, but begins to bounce about as it
              nears the generating tower.
                           There is a terrible magnetic cross-
                           field down here.  This thing's too
                           big.  We'll never make it.
                           Hold tight.  We're almost there.
              Vader's starship swooos down on the battered pirate ship,
              unleashing a heavy barrage of laser bolts.  Chewbacca in
              the rear gun turret blazes away at the Sith starship. One
              of Vader's huge solar fins breaks up, but the Black Knight
              manages to keep the disabled craft on course and crash dives
              into the pirate craft, exploding on impact.
                           We're hit.  You're on your own,
        135.  INT. PIRATE STARSHIP
              Han and Montross work their way through the damaged ship,
              looking for a usable life pod.  Chewbacca appears at the
              end of a hallway and yells at Han to follow him.
        136.  INT. LUKE'S STARSHIP
              Luke dives past the towers and approaches the exhaust port.
                           I'm starting the bank.  Let
                           her have it.
              The ship skims the surface of the Death Star, blasting a
              thin path across its surface.  As they pass the exhaust
              port, both Threepio and Antilles get several shots directly
              down the exhaust shaft.
                           We hit it.  We hit it; perfect,
                           if I do say so myself.
                           Pull out of here, Luke.
        137.  EXT. BATTLE
              The small craft veers sharply away from the Death Star as
              ominous rumbles and explosions can be heard coming from
              within the huge super fortress.  The rebel ship speeds past
              the small lifepod from the pirate ship as it slowly drifts
              toward the green calm of Yavin's Fourth Moon.  Han, Montross
              and the furry Chewbacca watch the ominous fortress grow
              smaller as they drift further and further away.  Suddenly,
              a great flash replaces the fortress and rubble streaks past
              the lifepod and lone rebel starship.  Several giant explo-
              sions follow, until there is only a smoke cloud where the
              mighty fortress once orbited Yavin's Fourth Moon.
                                                          DISSOLVE TO:
              Luke climbs out of the starship as a ground crew help the
              wounded Antilles from the shattered gun turret.  Artoo is
              helped down by Threepio.  Antilles gives Luke a big grin.
              Luke slaps Threepio on the back.  He then soots Han, Montross
              and Chewbacca riding up in a transport speeder.  Luke runs
              up and hugs the Corellian pirates.  They all laugh and cheer.
              The white-robed Starkiller approaches the group, followed by
              a hundred aides, troops, ground crews, and Generals.
              Antilles and the robots join Han, Luke and the others.  As
              the Starkiller approaches, they all bow low, including
              Chewbacca and the robots.
                                     THE STARKILLER
                           Your achievement will be sung through
                           the ages.  The Kiber Crystal has
                           stopped the onslaught of the Bogan
                           forces so that brave warriors can
                           once again show their merit...The
                           revolution has begun.
              A ROLL-UP TITLE appears:
                        ...And a thousand new systems joined the
                        rebellion, causing a significant crack
                        in the great wall of the powerful Galactic
                        Empire.  The Starkiller would once again
                        spark fear in the hearts of the Sith
                        knights, but not before his sons were put
                        to many tests...the most daring of which
                        was the kidnapping of the Lars family,
                        and the perilous search for:
                                  "The Princess of Ondos."
                                                          FADE OUT:
                                                          END CREDITS.
                                   THE END
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