Star Wars
ÒA long time ago, in a galaxy far, far
away...Ó
A vast sea of stars serves as the backdrop for the main
title. War drums echo through the heavens as a rollup
slowly crawls into infinity.
ÒIt is a period of civil war. Rebel
spaceships, striking from a hidden
base, have won their first victory
against the evil Galactic Empire.
During the battle, Rebel spies managed
to steal secret plans to the Empire's
ultimate weapon, the Death Star, an
armored space station with enough
power to destroy an entire planet.
Pursued by the Empire's sinister agents,
Princess Leia races home aboard her
starship, custodian of the stolen plans
that can save her people and restore
freedom to the galaxy...Ó
The awesome yellow planet of Tatooine emerges from a total
eclipse, her two moons glowing against the darkness. A
tiny silver spacecraft, a Rebel Blockade Runner firing
lasers from the back of the ship, races through space. It
is pursed by a giant Imperial Star Destroyer. Hundreds of
deadly laserbolts streak from the Imperial Star Destroyer,
causing the main solar fin of the Rebel craft to
disintegrate.
INT. REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER - MAIN PASSAGEWAY
An explosion rocks the ship as two 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, claw-armed tripod.
His face is a mass of computer lights surrounding a radar
eye. Threepio, on the other hand, is a tall, slender robot
of human proportions. He has a gleaming bronze-like
metallic surface of an Art Deco design.
Another blast shakes them as they struggle along their way.
THREEPIO:
Did you hear that? They've shut
down the main reactor. We'll be
destroyed for sure. This is
madness!
Rebel troopers rush past the robots and take up positions in the main
passageway. They aim their weapons toward the door.
THREEPIO:
We're doomed!
The little R2 unit makes a series of electronic sounds that only
another robot could understand.
THREEPIO:
There'll be no escape for the
Princess this time.
Artoo continues making beeping sounds. Tension mounts as loud metallic
latches clank and the scream of heavy equipment are heard moving around
the outside hull of the ship.
THREEPIO:
What's that?
EXT. SPACECRAFT IN SPACE
The Imperial craft has easily overtaken the Rebel Blockade Runner. The
smaller Rebel ship is being drawn into the underside dock of the giant
Imperial starship.
The nervous Rebel troopers aim their weapons. Suddenly a tremendous
blast opens up a hole in the main passageway and a score of fearsome
armored spacesuited stormtroopers make their way into the smoke-filled
corridor.
In a few minutes the entire passageway is ablaze with laserfire. The
deadly bolts ricochet in wild random patterns creating huge explosions.
Stormtroopers scatter and duck behind storage lockers. Laserbolts hit
several Rebel soldiers who scream and stagger through the smoke,
holding shattered arms and faces.
An explosion hits near the robots.
THREEPIO:
I should have known better than to
trust the logic of a half-sized
thermocapsulary dehousing assister...
Artoo counters with an angry rebuttal as the battle rages around the
two hapless robots.
EXT. TATOOINE - DESERT WASTELAND - DAY
A death-white wasteland stretches from horizon to horizon. The
tremendous heat of two huge twin suns settle on a lone figure, Luke
Skywalker, a farm boy with heroic aspirations who looks much younger
than his eighteen years. His shaggy hair and baggy tunic give him the
air of a simple but lovable lad with a prize-winning smile.
A light wind whips at him as he adjusts several valves on a
large battered moisture vaporator which sticks out of the desert floor
much like an oil pipe with valves. He is aided by a beatup tread-robot
with six claw arms. The little robot appears to be barely functioning
and moves with jerky motions. A bright sparkle in the morning sky
catches Luke's eye and he instinctively grabs a pair of
electrobinoculars from his utility belt. He stands transfixed for a
few moments studying the heavens, then dashed toward his dented,
crudely repaired Landspeeder (an auto-like transport that travels a few
feet above the ground on a magnetic-field). He motions for the tiny
robot to follow him.
LUKE:
Hurry up! Come with me! What
are you waiting for?! Get in gear!
The robot scoots around in a tight circle, stops short, and
smoke begins to pour out of every joint. Luke throws his arms up in
disgust. Exasperated, the young farm boy jumps into his Landspeeder
leaving the smoldering robot to hum madly.
INT. REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER - MAIN HALLWAY
The awesome, seven-foot-tall Dark Lord of the Sith makes his way into
the blinding light of the main passageway. This is Darth Vader, right
hand of the Emperor. His face is obscured by his flowing black robes
and grotesque breath mask, which stands out next to the fascist white
armored suits of the Imperial stormtroopers.
Everyone instinctively backs away from the imposing warrior and a
deathly quiet sweeps through the Rebel troops. Several of the Rebel
troops break and run in a frenzied panic.
A woman's hand puts a card into an opening in Artoo's dome.
Threepio stands in a hallway, somewhat bewildered. Artoo is nowhere in
sight. The pitiful screams of the doomed Rebel soldiers can be heard
in the distance.
THREEPIO:
Artoo! Artoo-Detoo, where are
you?
A familiar clanking sound attacks Threepio's attention and
he spots little Artoo at the end of the hallway in a smoke-filled
alcove. A beautiful young girl (about sixteen years old) stands in
front of Artoo. Surreal and out of place, dreamlike and half hidden in
the smoke, she finishes adjusting something on Artoo's computer face,
then watches as the little robot joins his companion.
THREEPIO:
At last! Where have you been?
Stormtroopers can be heard battling in the distance.
THREEPIO:
They're heading in this direction.
What are we going to do? We'll be
sent to the spice mines of Kessel
or smashed into who knows what!
Artoo scoots past his bronze friend and races down the
subhallway. Threepio chases after him.
THREEPIO:
Wait a minute, where are you
going?
Artoo responds with electronic beeps.
INT. REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER - CORRIDOR
The evil Darth Vader stands amid the broken and twisted bodies of his
foes. He grabs a wounded Rebel Officer by the neck as an Imperial
Officer rushes up to the Dark Lord.
IMPERIAL OFFICER
The Death Star plans are not in
the main computer.
Vader squeezes the neck of the Rebel Officer, who struggles
in vain.
VADER:
Where are those transmissions you
intercepted?
Vader lifts the Rebel off his feet by his throat.
REBEL OFFICER:
We intercepted no transmissions.
Aaah... This is a consular ship.
Were on a diplomatic mission.
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