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The black knight suddenly senses something behind him and whirls around to

face Annikin's father, Kane Starkiller, a Jedi Bendu master. The Sith warrior

raises his lasersword, but is cut in two before he can bring it down again.

Kane moves to the fallen black knight, and studies him carefully. Annikin,

still a little wobbly from the whole experience, attempts to stand. Kane sees

his dead son Deak, and goes to him. He lifts him into his arms and begins to

weep. Annikin stands bewildered, watching his father cradle his dead brother.

5. INTERIOR SITH STARSHIP - WASTELAND CANYON - UTAPAU

Kane Starkiller slides into one of the four seats of the small Sith starship.

Through the front viewing canopy, he watches Annikin drag his younger

brother's body to a small crevasse. Annikin places a small locket around his

brother's neck, makes a complicated sign with his hand, and dumps the body

into the shallow depression. The giant engines of the spacecraft begin to

whine, kicking up large clouds of dust.

Annikin climbs into the seat beside his father and removes his breath mask and

goggles. There are tears in his eyes. Father and son look out across the

wasteland towards Deak's grave. The thunderous clap of an explosion is

followed by a small mushroom cloud rising out of the depression. Annikin

throws a container down in a fit of rage.

ANNIKIN:

How many more of them are there? I want to finish it, once and for all! I'm

sick of running...when will it stop?

Annikin's father waits silently until his son's tirade is finished. Annikin

sits silently for a few moments.

ANNIKIN (con't)

I'm sorry.

KANE:

Son, plot a course for Aquilae.

Annikin lights up like a Bantha at feeding time.

ANNIKIN:

Aquilae!! You mean we're going home?

KANE:

We both need a rest.

Kane pulls back on the throttle, and the powerful spaceship lifts off the

surface of the Fourth Moon of Utapau.

6. CLOUD SEA - ALDERAAN

A title card appears over a sea of billowing clouds on the gaseous planet of

Alderaan:

Alderaan:
Capital of the New Galactic Empire.

The towering white oxide clouds pass, revealing the Imperial city of Alderaan.

The magnificent domed and gleaming city is perched, mushroom-like, on a tall

spire, which disappears deep into the misty surface of the planet. The

peacefulness of this nebulous idyll is broken by the increasing wail of ion

engines. Four sleek stardestroyers, from the Imperial Third Fleet, burst

from one of the huge cumulus range. The craft are flying in a tight formation

as they bank steeply, and head toward the Imperial capital of the galaxy.

7. INTERIOR OF STARDESTROYER - ALDERAAN

Stardestroyers are two-man spacecraft crammed with sophisticated electronic

weaponry. The pilot and gunnery officers sit side-by-side, surrounded by

lighted readouts and switches. They wear the gleaming black uniforms of the

Empire.

PILOT:

Tok-One to chicks: Shape it up. Let's make it good.

CHICK-ONE

Does that glare bother you?

PILOT:

Use your face shield, Chick-One.

The pilot is cold and professional as he maneuvers his craft closer to the

others. The positions of the ships are displayed on a readout, along with a

graphic representation of the city. The pilot gives the gunner a quick look

before he flips his sunshield over his eyes.

PILOT:

Here we go. Count: three, two, one, now!

8. REVIEW STAND - PLAZA OF THE DADERS - ALDERAAN

On a huge, austere platform stands the dark Cos Dashit, Lord of Alderaan,

Consul to the Supreme Tribunal, and ruler of the Galactic Empire. He is a

thin, grey-looking man, with an evil mustache which hangs limply over his

insipid lip. Standing at rigid attention on his right are several generals,

dressed in the black and grey uniform of the realm. Five members of the

Supreme Tribunal sit off to the side. On the emperor's left stands Crispin

Hoedaack, newly appointed Governor of the Aquilaean Systems, a young,

treacherous man with stone-cut, angular features and piercing grey eyes.

They all gaze skyward, as the four gleaming stardestroyers scream low overhead

in an impressive barrel-roll formation. As the sound of the spacecraft

resonates throughout the glass canyon of the Plaza, the group of dignitaries

return their attention to the parade of Imperial shock troops, and giant air

tanks (which ride magically two to three feet above the ground).

The Plaza of the Daders is filled with a hundred rows of troops as the last

brigade marches into position. The sound of a thousand men snapping to

attention is followed by a strange silence. A light wind blows the great red

banner of the Empire, creating a subtle flapping sound. The emperor's

amplified voice startles many of the troops as it cuts through the quiet.

EMPEROR:

Upon this battle depends the survival of the Galactic Empire. Upon this

battle depends the life and long continuity of our civilization. Not since

the great Jedi Rebellion has our destiny been placed in such a balance. This

is to be the most magnificent campaign of all! You have never been called

without doing something to be remembered, something notable and striking. The

conquering of the Aquilaean System, the last of the independent Systems, and

the last refuge of the outlawed, vile sect of the Jedi, will have such

important and lasting consequences, that I can't but consider it as an epoch

in history.

To the rear of the Plaza, watching the spectacle over the shoulder of a

curious bureaucrat, stands Clieg Whitsun, a tall, blond young man about twenty

years old. He seems interested in what the emperor has to say, but keeps

looking around nervously as if someone were after him. His arm rests across

his head, as he carefully but coolly adjusts a glowing blue ring on his index

finger. The emperor nears the end of his speech.

Crispin Hoedaack has moved up to stand next to the sinister monarch.

The troops shout an Imperial salute in response to a particularly partisan

statement.

EMPEROR (con't)

...I have personally asked the Aquilaeans to accept this Treaty of Alliance.

During the long period of negotiation, they have only decided to be undecided.

We will barter no longer. Governor Hoedaack has been appointed the First Lord

of the Aquilaean System and Surrounding Territories. This is the last

frontier and the final stone in the great wall of the Galactic Empire.

The troops cheer, ad the emperor escorts Hoedaack inside. Whitsun moves

quickly away from the Plaza, passing through several check stations, where he

is forced to show his identification.

9. NIGHT CLUB - ALDERAAN

Whitsun walks into the glass and chrome splendor of one of the famous

nightclubs of Alderaan. He moves to the long mirrored bar, and sits next to a

rough-looking man, Bail Antilles, dressed in the distinctive gold and furs of

the Galactic traders.

WHITSUN:

Your glass is empty.

Whitsun speaks into a small intercom on the bar front.

WHITSUN (con't)

A dantic and...

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