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A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far, away...

A vast sea of stars serves as the backdrop for th

It 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...

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 Stardestroyer. Hundreds of deadly laserbolts

streak from the Imperial Stardestroyer, causing the main solar

fin of the Rebel craft to disintegrate.

INTERIOR: 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?

EXTERIOR: 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.

INTERIOR: REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER.

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.

EXTERIOR: 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.

INTERIOR: 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

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  • 9 years ago
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  • Anonymous
    4 years ago

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  • 9 years ago

    Yes, I think your son would love that! Teach him the ways of the Force!

  • 9 years ago

    help me Obi-Wan-Kenobi this isn't a question

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