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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.
VADER:
If this is a consular ship... where
is the Ambassador?
The Rebel refuses to speak but eventually cries out as the
Dark Lord begins to squeeze the officer's throat, creating a gruesome
snapping and choking, until the soldier goes limp. Vader tosses the
dead soldier against the wall and turns to his troops.
VADER:
Commander, tear this ship apart
until you've found those plans
and bring me the Ambassador. I
want her alive!
The stormtroopers scurry into the subhallways.
INT. REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER - SUBHALLWAY
The lovely young girl huddles in a small alcove as the
stormtroopers search through the ship. She is Princess Leia Organa, a
member of the Alderaan Senate. The fear in her eyes slowly gives way
to anger as the muted crushing sounds of the approaching stormtroopers
grow louder. One of the troopers spots her.
TROOPER:
There she is! Set for stun!
Leia steps from her hiding place and blasts a trooper with
her laser pistol. She starts to run but is felled by a
paralyzing ray. The troopers inspect her inert body.
TROOPER:
She'll be all right. Inform Lord
Vader we have a prisoner.
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