A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...
THE FORCE AWAKENS
Luke Skywalker has vanished. In his absence,
the sinister FIRST ORDER has risen from the
ashes of the Empire and will not rest until
Skywalker, the last Jedi, has been destroyed.
With the support of the REPUBLIC, General
Leia Organa leads a brave RESISTANCE. She is
desperate to find her brother Luke and gain
his help in restoring peace and justice to
Leia has sent her most daring pilot on a secret
mission to Jakku, where an old ally has
discovered a clue to Luke's whereabouts....
PAN across the star field to a bright moon. A RUMBLING is
FELT. A VAST STAR DESTROYER -- unlike any we have seen --
HURTLES PAST US, of seemingly endless length, eclipsing the
moon. After a long beat, FOUR TRANSPORT SHIPS fly from a
hangar. We HOLD ON THEM NOW, as they fly off toward a distant
planet. Jakku. MUSIC BUILDS AND WE...
CUT TO BLACK.
A GROWING ROAR of MEAN ENGINES -- gnarled RADIO CALLS, the
SHUDDERING of a ship's hull. Then FLASHES OF LIGHT: for an
instant we see a STORMTROOPER -- then BLACKNESS. Then ANOTHER
STORMTROOPER, then it's gone.
The FLICKERING CONTINUES until the LIGHTS ARE CONSTANT. We
INT. TROOP TRANSPORT VEHICLE - NIGHT
TWENTY STORMTROOPERS. Holding on at attention, moving to
the ship's rhythm, in the tense moments before a raid. A
FILTERED COMMAND and they LOCK AND LOAD their heavy blaster
rifles. The BRUTAL NOISE is replaced by SUDDEN, SHOCKING
EXT. JAKKU VILLAGE - NIGHT
WIDE SHOT of a small, peaceful village. Distant sounds of
native animals. A single wind chime.
Suddenly a DROID RISES INTO FRAME, CLOSE: ROUND and SKITTERY,
orange and white, this is BB-8.
Focuses on something past camera. He BEEPS -- FAST, MORSE
CODE-LIKE SOUNDS, clearly worried. Moves EVEN CLOSER TO
CAMERA -- is MORE worried -- BEEPS more -- then TURNS AND
ROLLS OFF FAST --
INT. LARGE HUT - NIGHT
CLOSE ON A HAND:
a small LEATHER SACK is placed in the palm.
The hand closes. Another OLDER HAND covers it.
In a primitive HUT, an old explorer, LOR SAN TEKKA, (rugged,
kind) has handed the mysterious sack to POE DAMERON (32, in
a pilot's jacket). Poe has charisma, a natural spark:
LOR SAN TEKKA:
This will begin to make things right.
I've traveled too far, and seen too
much, to ignore the despair in the
galaxy. Without the Jedi, there can
be no balance in the Force.
Well, because of you now we have a
chance. The General's been after
this for a long time.
LOR SAN TEKKA:
"The General." To me, she's royalty.
Well, she certainly is that.
BB-8 ENTERS FRANTIC, BEEPS. Concerned, Poe turns to Lor San
We've got company.