Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope Page #37

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BIGGS:

Luke! I don't believe it! How'd you

get here... are you going out with

us?!

LUKE:

Biggs! Of course, I'll be up there

with you! Listen, have I got some

stories to tell...

Red Leader, a rugged handsome man in his forties, comes up

behind Luke and Biggs. He has the confident smile of a born

leader.

RED LEADER:

Are you... Luke Skywalker? Have you

been checked out on the Incom T-sixty-

five?

BIGGS:

Sir, Luke is the best bushpilot in

the outer rim territories.

Red Leader pats Luke on the back as they stop in front of

his fighter.

RED LEADER:

I met your father once when I was

just a boy, he was a great pilot.

You'll do all right. If you've got

half of your father's skill, you'll

do better than all right.

LUKE:

Thank you, sir. I'll try.

Red Leader hurries to his own ship.

BIGGS:

I've got to get aboard. Listen, you'll

tell me your stories when we come

back. All right?

LUKE:

I told you I'd make it someday, Biggs.

BIGGS:

(going off)

You did, all right. It's going to be

like old times, Luke. We're a couple

of shooting stars that'll never be

stopped!

Luke laughs and shakes his head in agreement. He heads for

his ship.

As Luke begins to climb up the ladder into his sleek, deadly

spaceship, the crew chief, who is working on the craft, points

to little Artoo, who is being hoisted into a socket on the

back of the fighter.

CHIEF:

This R2 unit of your seems a bit

beat up. Do you want a new one?

LUKE:

Not on your life! That little droid

and I have been through a lot

together.

(to Artoo)

You okay, Artoo?

The crewmen lower Artoo-Detoo into the craft. Now a part of

the exterior shell of the starship, the little droid beeps

that he is fine.

Luke climbs up into the cockpit of his fighter and puts an

his helmet. Threepio looks on from the floor of the massive

hangar as the crewmen secure his little electronic partner

into Luke's X-wing. It's an emotional-filled moment as Artoo

beeps good-bye.

CHIEF:

Okay, easy she goes!

THREEPIO:

Hang on tight,Artoo, you've got to

come back.

Artoo beeps in agreement.

THREEPIO:

You wouldn't want my life to get

boring, would you?

Artoo whistles his reply.

All final preparations are made for the approaching battle.

The hangar is buzzing with the last minute activity as the

pilots and crewmen alike make their final adjustments. The

hum of activity is occasionally trespassed by the distorted

voice of the loudspeaker issuing commands. Coupling hoses

are disconnected from the ships as they are fueled. Cockpit

shields roll smoothly into place over each pilot. A signalman,

holding red guiding lights, directs the ships. Luke, a trace

of a smile gracing his lips, peers about through his goggles.

BEN'S VOICE

Luke, the Force will be with you.

Luke is confused at the voice and taps his headphones.

EXT. MASSASSI OUTPOST - JUNGLE

All that can be seen of the fortress is a lone guard standing

on a small pedestal jutting out above the dense jungle. The

muted gruesome crying sounds that naturally permeate this

eerie purgatory are overwhelmed by the thundering din of ion

rockets as four silver starships catapult from the foliage

in a tight formation and disappears into the morning cloud

cover.

INT. MASSASSI OUTPOST - WAR ROOM

The princess, Threepio, and a field commander sit quietly

before the giant display showing the planet Yavin and its

four moons. The red dot that represents the Death Star moves

ever closer to the system. A series of green dots appear

around the fourth moon. A din of indistinct chatter fills

the war room.

MASSASSI INTERCOM VOICE

Stand-by alert. Death Star

approaching. Estimated time to firing

range, fifteen minutes.

EXT. SPACE

The Death Star slowly moves behind the massive yellow surface

of Yavin in the foreground, as many X-wing fighters flying

in formation zoom toward us and out of the frame.

EXT. SPACE - ANOTHER ANGLE

Light from a distant sun creates an eerie atmospheric glow

around a huge planet, Yavin. Rebel fighters flying in

formation settle ominously in the foreground and very slowly

pull away.

INT. RED LEADER STARSHIP - COCKPIT

Red Leader lowers his visor and adjusts his gun sights,

looking to each side at his wing men.

RED LEADER:

All wings report in.

INT. ANOTHER COCKPIT

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