The Star Wars Page #8

THREEPIO:

This is madness; we're going to be destroyed. I'm still not accustomed to

space travel.

ARTWO:

The external bombardment does appear to be concentrated in this area. The

structure has exceeded the normal stress quotient by point four, although

there appears to be no immediate danger.

THREEPIO:

No immediate danger! You're faulty. This is madness!

Artwo gives Threepio a sheepish look and clings to a siderail for dear life,

as debris flies through the hallway.

36. AQUILAEAN STARSHIP

Devil Two (Chewie), a young hotshot of about sixteen years, miraculously dives

his ship through a virtual wall of laser fire, and blasts a huge radar disc

into dust. Chewie signals his navigator, who lets out a whooping cheer, as

the craft veers into a victory roll.

PILOT LEADER:

Great moves, Chewie. Regroup at point two, zero one. Coincide, Devil Six.

GENERAL:

Mace, your map projection shows a weak point at south portal: niner point

six. Concentrate the attack on that point. Coordinate.

PILOT LEADER:

I see it... It looks good.

Devil Five and Devil Three bob and weave in formation toward a giant

transformer jutting from the fort's surface.

DEVIL THREE:

I've got a... We're hit. We're hit.

PILOT LEADER:

Eject...Eject. Babs, Babs, do you read?

DEVIL THREE:

I'm okay. I can hold it. Clear me a little, Devil Five... Watch it! Watch

it!

Devil Three wobbles a little, then drops away sharply, plowing into a lasergun

emplacement, causing a hideous series of chain reaction explosions.

37. SUB-HALLWAY - IMPERIAL SPACE FORTRESS

A huge explosion rips a large hole in the ceiling of a subhallway. Artwo and

Threepio are in a state of shock as they scramble through the rubble. There

is a constant sound of creaking and snapping as the sections of the hallway

resettle in the fortress superstructure.

ARTWO:

You're a mindless, useless philosopher... Come on! Let's go back to work; the

system is all right.

THREEPIO:

You overweight glob of grease. Quit following me. Get away. Get away.

Suddenly, the hallway lurches, and a dead trooper falls through a gaping hole

in the ceiling. The foot of the carcass is caught in the rubble and it hangs

upside down, staring at the two robots. Artwo grabs Threepio, and they cling

to each other in terror.

ARTWO:

We're lost. We're destroyed.

Three sharp blasts from an airhorn send the two androids running for cover in

a burned-out doorway. Five grim-faced troopers riding small rocket platforms

pass the two mechanical men.

38. GOVERNOR'S QUARTERS - IMPERIAL SPACE FORTRESS

The five troopers race through several hallways, and finally stop in front of

an important looking office complex. Two officers dismount and enter the

complex. They pass through several heavily guarded doorways until they reach

the main chamber. Seated behind a large, cluttered desk surrounded by

generals and attaches is Governor Hoedaack. General Vader paces in front of a

row of blank monitors. The two officers salute General Vader.

FIRST OFFICER:

All com-link power is out. Twenty-two transformer sections have been

destroyed. The situation is grave on all southern levels. Com-link

communication should be repaired shortly.

The officers salute, turn and leave the chamber. The general turns to

Governor Hoedaack, who looks a little worried.

VADER:

Don't look so worried. Not even a Jedi could penetrate this fortress...We've

already wiped out most of their forces.

HOEDAACK:

If it goes on too long, we'll run over budget. When do the landings begin?

VADER:

As soon as the attack has been broken: not long.

A short, stocky attache salutes the general.

ATTACHE:

Contamination has set in on quadrants B-5 and R-4. All sections are sealed.

We've lost two major power stations in the southern quadrants. That puts

section 5-1 in serious trouble.

The general turns away in controlled anger and embarrassment.

39. WAR ROOM - UNDERGROUND FORTRESS - AQUILAE

The general sits in a glass enclosed computer station, watching the battle

progress on several monitors. An officer enters and salutes the general.

OFFICER:

Analysis reports those ZQ configurations are definitely power

transformers...Everything in the southern sectors of the fortress is out.

GENERAL SKYWALKER

I'm surprised they are still using external power units. It's a definite weak

point. Concentrate on searching for the main crosslink transformer.

The officer exits as Montross rushes in.

MONTROSS:

The senate has voted to end the war.

GENERAL:

They can't do anything without the king's approval; which gives us a little

time...Have you been able to regain contact with the king?

MONTROSS:

No, Sir. All ground communications are jammed.

GENERAL:

Send four men..from third squad, to meet the king, and escort him back. Let

me know before he arrives. Is Starkiller back with the princess?

MONTROSS:

No, Sir. They're long overdue.

Pilot Leader checks in over the intercom.

PILOT LEADER:

All right, base one, we're in position.

An officer with headphones looks to the general. He signals to attack.

40. AQUILAEAN STARSHIPS

All four starships dive in formation toward a main transformer area, flanked

by several solar towers.

PILOT LEADER:

Hold your fire until we're within point zero five four... Make it count.

Several ack-ack lasers begin to open fire on the approaching spacecraft. The

starships direct their fire at a large black transformer, which when hit,

spurts bright blue and white electrical arcs. One of the starships (Devil

Five) explodes and careens out of formation, leaving an erratic trail of

smoke, before eventually crashing into a solar panel.

41. SUB-HALLWAYS - IMPERIAL SPACE FORTRESS

The impact of the exploding starship can be felt throughout the giant

fortress. The tall, gleaming Threepio races through several corridors,

yelling at Artwo, who struggles vainly to e keep pace with his stubby

mechanical feet.

THREEPIO:

....I don't care what you do, but I'm getting out. All the power's out.

Those explosions are coming from the reactor section. This is the end.

Abandon ship.

ARTWO:

Our work - we can't leave! It's desertion. It's not possible. It's not

possible.

THREEPIO:

Your programming is so limited. My first order is preservation. You stay.

I'm going to eject before the whole thing goes up.

Threepio breaks open the seal on an emergency lifepod. A red warning light

begins to flash, and a low hum is heard. The lanky chrome android works his

way into the cramped four-man craft.

ARTWO:

These lifepods aren't for us! It's not right!

A new explosion, this time very close, sends dust and debris through the

narrow passageway. Flames lick at the two robots. The runt-sized Artwo jumps

into the lifepod.

ARTWO:

It's the end. Eject. Eject.

The safety door snaps shut, and the pod ejects from the fortress.

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