Star Wars: The Last Jedi Page #2

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EXT. SPACE - DAY

A squadron of enemy TIE fighters swoops over in pursuit. BB-8 chirps nervously.

INT. X-WING SHIP - COCKPIT

POE:
Yeah, yeah, I see 'em!

EXT. SPACE - DAY

As one of the TIE ships opens fire on Poe's X-wing ship's aft, sparks fly.

INT. X-WING SHIP - COCKPIT

Poe's ship's cockpit machinery are sparking.

POE:
No no. Damn it!! BB-8, my weapon systems are down. We gotta take out that last cannon... or our bombers are toast. Make your magic work, buddy.

EXT. X-WING SHIP - HOLD

BB-8 drops down to a socket to a cable-filled hold. His head hovers from his body as he searches the craft compartment. Appendages on his telescoping arm plug damaged panel sections, but more begin to spark as BB-8 chirps nervously.

INT. STAR DESTROYER FULMINATRIX - BRIDGE PIT

Canady paces aboard the Fulminatrix.

CANADY:
Are the auto cannons primed?

GONERIL:
Primed and ready, sir.

CANADY:
What are we waiting for?! Fire on the base!!!

EXT. SPACE - DAY

The Fulminatrix's cannons unleash a barrage of laserfire.

EXT. D'QAR - RESISTANCE BASE - RESISTANCE LIFEBOAT - COCKPIT

KAYDEL KO CONNIX: Punch it!!

Connix's U-55 orbital loadlifter speeds to safety, narrowly avoiding the artillery blasts which strike D'Qar's surface.

INT. RADDUS - CONTROL ROOM

KAYDEN KO CONNIX: (over intercom) The last transport is in the air, the evacuation is complete.

LEIA:
You did it, Poe. Now get your squad back here so we can get out of this place.

POE:
(over intercom) No, General... We can do this. We have... a chance to take down a dreadnought.

EXT. SPACE - DAY

Tailing Poe's X-wing ship through an antenna on the Fulminatrix's hull, one of the TIE fighters crashes and burns.

INT. X-WING SHIP - COCKPIT

POE:
These things are fleet killers. We can't let it get away.

LEIA:
(over intercom) Disengage now... Commander, that is an order...

Poe flips a switch on his cockpit's console and continues on.

INT. RADDUS - CONTROL ROOM

C-3PO the golden droid from Tatooine stands next to Leia

LEIA:
Wipe that nervous expression off your face, 3PO.

C-3PO:
Oh. Well, I'll certainly try, General. Nervous?

INT. X-WING SHIP - COCKPIT

A target lines up in Poe's cockpit's viewfinder.

POE:
Let's go, BB-8... It's now or never!

EXT. X-WING SHIP - HOLD

BB-8 chirps as with inventiveness born of desperation, he has lowered the elevator he used to assume his station in the droid socket halfway, which requires that he erases three improper-operation alerts from the X-wing, and rolls into the cavity of the fuselage, as close to the short in the junction box as possible. His arm retracts into his body. Then, he uses the welding arm to swing the head out and down, like a man doffing his hat, shrieking. It smashes into the sparking junction box, primary photoreceptor swirling with electronic feedback.

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