BACK

JANNA:
(A look of upset on her face as she stares down at the ground)
That’s if the mission turns out a success.

INT. DAMOSSE STARFIGHTER BASE—HANGAR BAY

KYLE:
(smiling as he talks into the comlink)
I promise you... After this mission is over, you, Edron, and I are going to take a long vacation. Pick any planet you want to go to, and we’ll be there. We don’t have to go to Coruscant, you know.

INT. D-12 MANUFACTURING FACILITY—CONSTRUCTION HANGAR—DAY

JANNA:
Well…

KYLE:
(a pleading tone in his voice)
C’mon honey.

JANNA:
(having a slight smile on her face now)
Okay. But this better be the last mission you go on before we travel anywhere.

KYLE:
(through comlink)
I promise. I’ll see you tonight, honey.

JANNA:
Bye.
(She deactivates the comlink and puts it back in her pocket)

A GREEDO name JADD walks up to JANNA with a set of blueprints.

JADD:
Chemo dar goll pul la?
(Where do I put this?)

JANNA:
(gesturing towards a direction off-screen)
Just put it on that table.

INT. DAMOSSE STARFIGHTER BASE—HANGAR BAY

KYLE shuts off the comlink and puts it back in his shirt pocket.

DACK:
(standing there this whole time)
Sounds like she understands.

KYLE:
That’s Janna for you…The ever-understanding wife of mine.

EXT. SPACE—PLANET ANDANTE (FX)

PAN DOWN with small vehicle as it heads toward the large, grayish planet of Andante. Above the planet’s atmosphere, hundreds of Royal Battleships stand guard to any interstellar invaders that wish to attack it.

EXT. ANDANTE—MAGISTRATE PALACE—NIGHT (FX)

PAN with another small vehicle as it moves from the RIGHT SIDE of the screen to the LEFT SIDE of the screen. In the distance, the large pyramid-like structure of the Magistrate Palace towers above the horizon. Hundreds of spacecraft fill the sky above the structure. This Palace is like something one would see on the planet Coruscant.

INT. MAGISTRATE PALACE—THRONE ROOM—NIGHT

At the front of the huge throne room, the leader of the Magistrate, known as the BARON, remains seated as he listens intently to his head Geno Warrior, CLANS-HEADSMAN ZARTHAN. Behind ZARTHAN are TEN MORE WARRIORS of the same class, five men in two horizontal rows, who remain silent as their commander continues to speak to the Magistrate leader. All eleven warriors kneel before the BARON.
At the main entrance to the back of the throne room, four robotic SKEL SOLDIERS stand guard.

ZARTHAN:
...we have stood guard near more than a dozen trade routes near Magistrate-held sectors, Your Highness, and there is still no trace of those Sith Lords.

BARON:
You must continue searching then. I want no one to rest until the lifeless bodies of those warriors are brought before me.

ZARTHAN:
Yes, Your Highness.

BARON:
No one attacks the Magistrate and lives to tell about it, you understand me?

ZARTHAN:
I completely understand. Of course... There is another way we can execute this search.

BARON:
And that is...?

ZARTHAN:
We can begin searching along trade routes in other parts of the Galaxy. It may take time, but at least we’ll have a much greater chance of finding those attackers.

BARON:
(nods in agreement)
A feasible plan. I’ve received reports that a strike team has been assigned by Damosse to protect a local trade convoy. That can be a good starting point for your search.

ZARTHAN:
If we leave now, Your Highness, we can arrive near that planet by tomorrow evening.

BARON:
Do as you may, Zarthan. As long as our enemies are finally put to death, you can use whatever method is necessary to find them.

ZARTHAN:
(bows)
Thank you.

BARON:
You may leave now.

ZARTHAN and his SOLDIERS make a final bow before they leave the throne room.

EXT. MAVER’SS HOMESTEAD—NIGHT

It is quiet in the area surrounding the home of KYLE and HIS FAMILY. The only sounds that can be heard are that of local insects within nearby shrubs.

INT. MAVER’SS HOMESTEAD—MAIN BEDROOM—NIGHT

JANNA watches as KYLE finishes packing the supplies that he needs for the next day’s journey in space.

KYLE:
(closes his supply box after putting the last item in)
I guess that’s it.

JANNA:
I guess it is.

KYLE gazes at his wife with a concerned look on his face.

KYLE:
Will you be okay when I leave, honey?

JANNA grins while nodding. KYLE can tell she is feigning the expression. He walks up to her to kiss her on the forehead.

KYLE:
Just because I’m going to be out for a couple of days doesn’t mean I won’t be able to keep in touch with you.

JANNA:
But how often will you contact me, though?

KYLE:
(rests both hands on her cheeks. He smiles)
Often enough to let you know I’m all right.

JANNA:
Okay.

JANNA smiles as KYLE takes his hands off her face and walks away. KYLE then walks to EDRON’S crib to kiss him good-bye. The 3 year-old infant is sleeping soundly in his crib.

KYLE:
Tell Edron I love him when he wakes up.

JANNA:
I will.

KYLE passes by his wife as he walks to the bedroom’s doorway. He kisses her on the lips as he passes by. Before he exits the bedroom, he takes one final look at his wife.

KYLE:
(smiling once more)
I love you, Janna.

JANNA: I love you too.
(Kyle then heads for the bedroom doorway)
Have a safe trip.

KYLE:
I will.

They wave good-bye to each other as KYLE exits the bedroom.

EXT. MAVER’SS HOMESTEAD—NIGHT

WIDE CAMERA SHOT of the homestead and the surrounding area as KYLE exits his house and gets into his speeder. As he begins to drive away, JANNA watches him depart through the bedroom window.

INT. MAVER’SS HOMESTEAD—MAIN BEDROOM—NIGHT

With a look of sadness on her face, JANNA turns away from the window... only to look at her son EDRON sleeping tranquilly inside his crib.

EXT. DAMOSSE STARFIGHTER BASE—DAWN (FX)

The silhouette of several buildings on the starfighter base contrast with the glare of the rising sun...which forms the backdrop in this scene. Dozens of spacecraft can be seen in the sky above the installation.

INT. DAMOSSE STARFIGHTER BASE—HANGAR BAY

Activity is swarming around the hangar bay, even at an early hour. COMMANDOS, PILOTS, TECHNICIANS, DROIDS, and ALIENS OF DIFFERENT KINDS fill the cavernous structure as work on the impending mission is underway.

MAJOR BRYCE and DACK are checking the work in progress around them.

DACK:
Is everyone set?

BRYCE:
(scanning the entire hangar with his eyes)
All set and ready to go.

DACK:
This mission is going to be one heck of a ride.

INT. DAMOSSE STARFIGHTER BASE—AMMUNITION ROOM

GENERAL WILKES is inside the ammunition room along with KYLE, TWO of his WINGMEN, EIGHT COMMANDOS, and several DROIDS and TECHNICIANS.

ONE MORE TECHNICIAN enters the depot. He approaches the GENERAL, who is talking to KYLE and his TWO WINGMEN.

TECHNICIAN:
The cloaking devices have been installed, General.

WILKES:
(nods to the technician)
Good work. (Turns to face Kyle and his two wingmen again) Looks like we’re done with all the preparations, Commander.

KYLE:
So when are we supposed to activate those cloaking shields?

WILKES:
Each time you return to your trade ship. The cloaking shields will hide your presence till you go out on patrol again. Okay?

KYLE:
Yes sir.

WILKES:
Watch after yourself and your crewmates.

KYLE:
I will.

WILKES:
(extends his hand)
Gook luck, Commander.

KYLE:
(shaking the General’s hand)
Thank you, General.

GENERAL WILKES walks out of the ammunition room.

INT. DAMOSSE STARFIGHTER BASE—HANGAR BAY

Entering the hangar bay, KYLE walks towards his TEN WINGMEN, who are conversing near one of the squadron’s D-12 starfighters.

KYLE:
You guys ready?

EVERYONE replies with a “yes sir”.

KYLE:
Then man your spacecraft.

RISON:
(standing near Kyle during most of the time)
...And may the Force be with us.

KYLE frowns at the CORPORAL’S statement, but nods afterwards. All his WINGMEN puts their helmets on and makes their way for their starfighters. While each WINGMAN enter his or her spacecraft, GROUND TECHNICIANS remove fuel hoses and other linkage that are connected to the fighters. EVERYONE clears way for LANCER SQUADRON as they lift off from the ground and head for the hangar entrance, whose shield doors are now opening.

EXT. DAMOSSE STARFIGHTER BASE—DAWN (FX)

The manta ray-shaped fighters then fly out of the hangar and head for the sky.
INT. DAMOSSE STARFIGHTER—COCKPIT—ATMOSPHERE

A shot of KYLE as he adjusts some controls on the flight console inside his cockpit.

Another cockpit shot, this one a side view of DACK with several other Damosse starfighters visible outside his canopy glass.

EXT. SPACE—LANCER SQUADRON (FX)

A view of the ten fighter-strong Lancer Squadron as it makes its way for deep space.

EXT. SITH SPACECRAFT—SPACE (FX)

A view of the Sith Spacecraft floating in deep space.

INT. SITH SPACECRAFT—COCKPIT—SPACE

DARTH VENGEANCE is speaking to CAPTAIN KREG URBINA, whose ghost-like image is on the hologram room’s projector.

DARTH VENGEANCE:
...and how is it that I would find this turn of events useful?

URBINA:
Simple, my lord... You can use these commandos as sort of a target practice. I know you are waiting for the day you can reveal yourself to the Jedi.

DARTH VENGEANCE:
(A bitter tone in his voice)
I yearn to battle someone with a lightsaber...not another useless blaster, Captain. These commandos are no more challenging than those security officers I destroyed a few days ago.

URBINA:
I see.

The SITH LORD then makes a sinister grin.

DARTH VENGEANCE:
On the other hand... I sense a great disturbance in the Force. Someone on that strike team knows your convoy is the next one I will target.

URBINA:
Do you know who this person is?

DARTH VENGEANCE:
I do...

URBINA:
What are you gonna do about it?

DARTH VENGEANCE:
I am sending my apprentice to meet that strike team. He will search out and destroy that person.

URBINA:
(grins)
As long as he keeps that lightsaber away from me, I’m okay with it.

DARTH VENGEANCE:
Don’t worry... My apprentice knows how to follow orders quite well.

URBINA: That’s good to hear.

EXT. SPACE—LANCER SQUADRON (FX)

The camera PANS with Lancer Squadron as they appear from the bottom of the screen towards the center of the screen, where the ships carrying the commando units are visible.

RISON:
There they are, Lancer One... You think those commandos are making use of their time up there?

KYLE:
I’m sure they are, Corporal. (Sighs) I wonder what Janna’s doing right now. It’s only been an hour and I’m already starting to miss her.

DACK:
I’m sure she’s doing fine without you. This isn’t the first time she had to deal with your absence.

KYLE:
I know. It sure wouldn’t hurt if she didn’t have to deal with my absence so many times, though.

DACK:
That’s the way things are, Commander.

There is silence among the squadron as KYLE hears a beep on his comlink. One of the commando ships is trying to make contact with him.

KYLE:
This is Maver’ss.

INT. COMMANDO SHIP—COCKPIT—SPACE

SERGEANT DUNCAN:
Maver’ss, this is Duncan... My crew wanted to know how your squadron is doing down there.

INT. DAMOSSE STARFIGHTER—COCKPIT—SPACE

KYLE:
We’re doing fine, Sergeant. What about you guys?

INT. COMMANDO SHIP—COCKPIT—SPACE

SERGEANT DUNCAN:
Everything is going as planned. (A pause) It’s gonna be odd staying in orbit for a whole day without doing anything… We’ve never did this kind of thing before.

INT. DAMOSSE STARFIGHTER—COCKPIT—SPACE

KYLE:
Tell me about it. (Adjust controls on his flight panels) We could have stayed on the ground for one more day... Get more training for this operation or something.

SERGEANT DUNCAN:
That would have been nice.

KYLE:
I’m already starting to sense there’s something not right about this mission.

RISON:
I thought I was the only one who felt that way.

EXT. SPACE—LANCER SQUADRON / COMMANDO SHIPS (FX)

PAN RIGHT with Lancer Squadron as they head toward the group of commando ships in the distance.

INT. SITH SPACECRAFT—COCKPIT—HYPERSPACE

The CAMERA PANS with DARTH SHUND as he leaves his pilot seat and heads for hologram projector room behind the spacecraft’s cockpit. Outside the canopy glass of the SITH LORD’S vehicle, the mottled, bluish sky of hyperspace is visible. The CAMERA KEEPS PANNING LEFT until the SITH LORD stands before the hologram projector. He is conferring with his master, DARTH VENGEANCE.

DARTH SHUND:
Yes, Master?

DARTH VENGEANCE:
Make sure you leave survivors behind after you attack those trade ships.

DARTH SHUND:
(bows his head)
I will do as you have commanded me. What about that fighter pilot you were talking about?

DARTH VENGEANCE:
Kill him the minute you see him. He must not be left alive when you escape that convoy.

DARTH SHUND:
And the rest of his squadron?

DARTH VENGEANCE:
Do with them as you please. Be cautious, Lord Shund... I sense something else about that strike team that may make your task difficult to carry out.

DARTH SHUND:
I will, Master.

DARTH VENGEANCE:
I will contact you later.

DARTH VENGEANCE’S hologram then disappears as DARTH SHUND heads back for his pilot seat. DARTH SHUND walks out of view to the RIGHT OF THE FRAME.

EXT. SPACE—LANCER SQUADRON / COMMANDO SHIPS (FX)

A shot of the Commando Ships and Lancer Squadron floating in deep space.

DEV C’LLARA:
You know... I’m starting to get bored just sitting here. How long have we been up here, anyway?

KYLE:
Let’s just say we were up the whole night, Lieutenant.

DEV C’LLARA:
So in other words it’s a new day.

KYLE:
(briefly smiling)
Exactly.

RISON:
Back on Coruscant, we were too busy to even notice which day it was. It sure isn’t like that on Damosse.

DACK:
Yea, that’s true... Damosse isn’t covered by one big, noisy city.

KYLE:
You came from Coruscant, Jake? How long did you stay there?

RISON:
Since I was born, Commander.

KYLE:
So why did you move to Damosse?

RISON:
Certain reasons.

KYLE:
Can you elaborate?

RISON:
I’m not in the mood to talk about it.

DACK:
(frowning)
Why not?

RISON:
I’ll tell you about it some other time.

The CORPORAL becomes silent as he looks outside his canopy glass. The LIEUTENANT does the same thing.

DEV C’LLARA:
Well... I guess it’s a new day, after all. They’ve arrived just in time.

EXT. SPACE—LANCER SQUADRON / COMMANDO SHIPS (FX)

The CAMERA PANS LEFT with the three Trade Ships as they come out of hyperspace. The CAMERA KEEPS PANNING until the three Trade Ships come to a rest right in the middle of the Commando Ship group and Lancer Squadron.

INT. DAMOSSE STARFIGHTER—COCKPIT—SPACE

The three TRADE SHIPS are visible outside the front part of the canopy of KYLE’S spacecraft.

KYLE:
This is it... Get prepared, everyone.

KYLE looks down at his flight console as he hears static on his comlink, indicating that someone is trying to contact him. It is an OFFICER on the Trade Ship Hawkeye.

OFFICER:
(in Kyle’s comlink)
Lancer Squadron, prepare to transmit your access codes... Over.

KYLE presses a series of buttons on his flight console to transmit his access code.

KYLE:
We are transmitting our access codes... Now.

INT. TRADE SHIP HAWKEYE—BRIDGE

The OFFICER speaks into his comlink while ANOTHER OFFICER analyzes the access code on a viewing screen.

OFFICER:
Stand by.

CAPTAIN URBINA watches over the shoulder of the OFFICER checking out the access code. There is a brief pause.

INT. DAMOSSE STARFIGHTER—COCKPIT—SPACE

KYLE looks down at his flight console and hears static on his comlink. It is the TRADE SHIP OFFICER.

OFFICER:
Lancer Squadron, you have been cleared to land.

KYLE:
Roger that… We are heading in.

EXT. SPACE—TRADE CONVOY (FX)

The Commando Ships, with Lancer Squadron behind them, make a sharp right turn as they head for the docking bay openings on the three Trade Ships.

INT. TRADE SHIP HAWKEYE—HANGAR BAY—SPACE (FX)

A shot of three Commando Ships and four Lancer Squadron starfighters as they touch down inside the bay of the Hawkeye.

The scene changes to another shot of the COMMANDOS and KYLE’s WINGMEN as they leave their vehicles. CAPTAIN URBINA, with TWO SENTRIES at his side, enters the hangar bay and walks toward the strike team. KYLE is seen having a brief conversation with SERGEANT DUNCAN. They both turn to face the CAPTAIN and his GUARDS when they come to a halt in front of them.

URBINA:
I presume your waiting for my arrival was a pleasant one?

SERGEANT DUNCAN:
It was.

URBINA:
Good… That’s nice to know. I am Captain Kreg Urbina... And this is my Trade Ship Hawkeye.

SERGEANT DUNCAN:
You have a fine ship, Captain.

URBINA nods in response.

KYLE:
So, um... Where’s our room located, sir?

URBINA:
My guards will show you. Come this way.

SERGEANT DUNCAN, KYLE, his WINGMEN, and the COMMANDOS follow the TWO SENTRIES towards the hangar’s exit. URBINA remains where he is standing. Before he nears the exit, KYLE comes to a halt.

KYLE:
(turns to face the D-12’s and then his wingmen)
Put your fighters in safe mode.

DEV C’LLARA:
Yes sir.

The LIEUTENANT, KYLE, DACK, and the other FIGHTER PILOTS press several buttons on a wristband they are wearing. The next shot is that of the D-12 fighters as BLUE ELECTRICAL BOLTS start to appear around their hulls.
A few seconds later, the electrical bolts vanish as the fighters disappear into cloaking mode.

CAPTAIN URBINA observes the fighters as this takes place.

URBINA:
(grins in amusement)
Cloaking shields... You people don’t wanna be detected outside this convoy, it seems.

KYLE:
Safety measures, Captain. You can never be too careful.

CAPTAIN URBINA nods in response. KYLE and his WINGMEN finally head for the hangar exit.

EXT. SPACE—MAGISTRATE FIGHTER SQUADRON (FX)

A view of the six starfighters making up ZARTHAN’S squadron as they continue to cruise in deep space.

INT. MAGISTRATE STARFIGHTER—COCKPIT—SPACE

ZARTHAN:
Give me the exact time of arrival to our target.

WINGMAN #1:
Approximately three hours to Damosse.

ZARTHAN:
Good. Arm your weapons the minute we approach that convoy. Something unexpected might happen.

WINGMAN #1:
Yes sir.

Another view of ZARTHAN’S squadron in the middle of deep space.

INT. TRADE SHIP HAWKEYE—MAIN LIVING QUARTER

KYLE, DACK, DEV C’LLARA and CORPORAL RISON are too busy unpacking their supplies and placing them near their personal bunks in the main living quarter.

DACK:
(placing his pilot jumpsuit next to his bunk)
...’bout time I took this jumpsuit off. One more day in it and I would have returned back to planet.

DEV C’LLARA:
I know what you mean. Is there a waste facility around here?

A SENTRY is standing near the main entrance to the living quarter.

SENTRY #1:
(in a teasing manner)
Been in that fighter cockpit for too long, hah?

DEV C’LLARA:
(sarcastically)
I was. You should try it sometime... It’s a very pleasant experience.

SENTRY #1:
(not amused by the Lieutenant’s remark)
Go down the hallway and turn right on the first corridor. It’s the second entrance to your left.

DEV C’LLARA:
Thanks.

DACK watches as the LIEUTENANT exits the living quarter. He then looks at the SENTRY.

DACK:
So what do you guys do for entertainment around here?

SENTRY #1:
(Jokingly)
Not much, really. We just count how much contraband we can smuggle to unsuspecting planets... Nothing else.

KYLE:
(still unpacking his belongings)
You’re joking, right?

SENTRY #1:
Maybe, maybe not. In fact, I think Damosse was suppose to be the next world on our smuggling list.

KYLE:
(to Dack)
Okay, so we have a practical joker to guard our room... That’s nice to know.

DACK grins in response as KYLE unpacks a portable video screen from his supply pack.

DACK:
You’re gonna contact Janna?

KYLE:
I sure am.

KYLE presses a button to activate the device.

INT. MAVER’SS HOMESTEAD—KITCHEN—DAY

JANNA walks into the kitchen as a beeping sound comes from the video screen on the wall. A few seconds after she turns on the device, KYLE appears on the video screen.
She smiles the second she sees her HUSBAND’S face.

KYLE:
Hi sweetheart.

INT. TRADE SHIP HAWKEYE—MAIN LIVING QUARTER

JANNA:
Hey Kyle... How’s your stay on that trade ship?

KYLE:
So far, everything is fine. How’s Edron doing?

JANNA:
(smiles)
Okay... He’s sleeping as usual.

KYLE:
(smiles in response)
Good.

The SENTRY leans over and looks at KYLE’S video screen.

SENTRY #1:
(whistling in awe)
She sure is a looker.

KYLE rolls his eye at the SENTRY’S comment.

KYLE:
Would you mind?

JANNA:
(grinning)
I see you’ve met some new friends.

KYLE:
I’d rather have an untamed Rancor for a new friend.

SENTRY #1:
Thanks for the compliment.

JANNA:
(laughs in response; there is a brief pause afterwards before she speaks again)
It’s lonely here without you.

KYLE:
Like I said, I’ll make it up to you the minute I return home.

JANNA:
(smiles)
You better. You’ve been in space so many times while I haven’t even been to another continent yet.

KYLE:
That’ll change when I get back. I’ll talk to you later, Janna.

JANNA:
Okay. Bye, Kyle.

KYLE:
Bye, sweetheart.

JANNA smiles in response as KYLE turns off the video screen.

INT. MAVER’SS HOMESTEAD—KITCHEN—DAY

JANNA stands in front of the blank video screen for a few seconds. She has a lonely look on her face.

INT. TRADE SHIP HAWKEYE—MAIN LIVING QUARTER

KYLE puts the video screen back into his supply pack.

SENTRY #1:
That was an interesting conversation.

KYLE:
It would’ve been a lot better if I was alone in this room.

DACK:
Yea? What would you have really said?

KYLE:
You’ll know when you get a wife, Captain. (Looks at the Sentry and points at him) That goes with you too... Whoever you are.

SENTRY #1:
Oh. Well... I guess I won’t know anytime soon then, hah?

DACK:
I guess not.

KYLE grins in response. They then watch as DEV C’LLARA enters the room.

KYLE:
You feel better, Lieutenant?

DEV C’LLARA:
Sure do. Did I miss anything?

CORPORAL RISON is keeping to himself all this time.

EXT. ANDANTE—MAGISTRATE PALACE—DAWN (FX)

A silhouette of the Magistrate Palace against the rising sun.

INT. MAGISTRATE PALACE—CORRIDOR

THE CAMERA FOCUSES on an UNKNOWN FIGURE as he quietly walks down the hallway. The FIGURE walks down the hallway for a few more seconds until he runs into a SECURITY GUARD standing alert next to a metal door.

SECURITY GUARD:
May I see your security pass?

The UNKNOWN FIGURE takes out a metal card and hands it over to the SECURITY GUARD. The SECURITY GUARD looks at it for several seconds and then hands it back to the FIGURE.

SECURITY GUARD:
Okay, you can go.

The UNKNOWN FIGURE nods and then quickly walks into the metal door. The GUARD is keeping an eye on him.

INT. MAGISTRATE PALACE—COMPUTER ROOM

The UNKNOWN FIGURE instantly walks to a computer right after he enters the room. Taking a small metal box out from his fake inspector’s outfit, the UNKNOWN FIGURE then attaches one end of an electrical cord to it.
He then attaches the other end to an outlet on the computer. Pressing a button on the small metal box, the FIGURE then watches as the computer comes to life and different images come onto its screen. These images are schematics of the CLONING FACILITY on Exxol.
The images flash for several seconds until the computer screen goes blank. The FIGURE then takes the electrical cord out from the computer outlet and then puts it and the small metal box—which the cord is still attached to—back into his inspector’s suit. The FIGURE then exits the room.

KLAHR:
Thank you.

The SECURITY GUARD, even with a suspicious look on his face, nods to the FIGURE.

SECURITY GUARD:
What did you do, anyway?

KLAHR:
I checked if anyone breached the main computer terminal.

SECURITY GUARD:
So… Were there any breaches?

KLAHR:
(shakes his head)
Nope. None whatsoever.

The SECURITY GUARD, even with a suspicious look on his face, nods to the FIGURE. The FIGURE smiles as he begins walking down the hallway. He is the ZABRAK SPY, ABRAS-KLAHR.

EXT. SPACE—TRADE CONVOY (FX)

The trade convoy continues to journey through deep space. In the background is the visible dust rim of the Galaxy.

INT. TRADE SHIP HAWKEYE—MAIN LIVING QUARTER

KYLE, DACK, and DEV C’LLARA are working on their personal blaster pistols.

DACK:
You know... The last time I’ve used this thing was during our trip to Chandrila.

KYLE:
I remember that expedition. We went on it three months before Janna and I got married. She was afraid the expedition would drain all the money from our wedding.

DACK:
(polishing his blaster)
You’re lucky it didn’t.

DEV C’LLARA:
Why don’t you take her there after the mission, Commander?

KYLE:
Maybe I should. It would either be that or Coruscant.
(He installs a power cell inside the blaster)

DEV C’LLARA:
(a contemplative look on his face)
Hmm… I would pick Chandrila.

DACK:
Me too.

KYLE smiles in response. He then stares toward the CORPORAL’S direction. He is staring outside the cabin window.

KYLE:
You’ve been quiet this whole trip, Corporal. What’s wrong?

RISON:
Nothing, sir... Just admiring the view.

The THREE FIGHTER PILOTS then watch as CORPORAL RISON walks past them toward the exit.

DACK:
(frowning)
Where’re you going now?

RISON:
To the waste facility.
(Trying to sound humorous)
Staying in this room an entire day can take its toll on you.

KYLE, DEV C’LLARA, and DACK watch the CORPORAL as he leaves the main quarter.

KYLE:
Do you think that’s where he’s actually going?

DACK:
Of course not. Let’s follow him.

KYLE, DEV C’LLARA, and DACK exit the main quarter.

INT. TRADE SHIP HAWKEYE—HALLWAY

KYLE, DEV C’LLARA, and DACK lay down their blaster pistols and silently follow the CORPORAL as he makes his way down the hallway. They come to a halt to wait for him make a turn on the first corridor on the right. When the THREE FIGHTER PILOTS make their turn around the corridor, they stumble upon the SENTRY who was guarding their main quarter earlier. The SENTRY was barely leaving the waste facility.

DACK:
Have you seen the Corporal?

SENTRY #1:
No, why?

KYLE:
He said he was going to this waste facility.

SENTRY #1:
Well... I didn’t see him walk in. He might have gone to the other one down the hallway.

KYLE:
(shakes his head)
Not likely.

The SENTRY watches as DEV C’LLARA, DACK, and KYLE make their way further down the corridor.

SENTRY:
Where’re you guys going?

When the THREE PILOTS turn onto the next corridor on the right, they stumble upon the CORPORAL.

RISON:
Looking for me?

DACK:
We were.

KYLE:
I thought you had to go to the waste facility.

RISON:
I lied.

KYLE:
(looks at Dack and then back to the Corporal)
The reason being... ?

RISON:
I was going to check on the commandos... See how they’re doing back there.
(He gestures to another corridor further down the hallway)

DACK:
You know, Corporal... You’ve been talking about those commandos ever since we started planning this mission. Now, can you tell us why you would want to know how they’re doing?

RISON:
I guess I wanted to see how vulnerable they are when that attacker arrives.

KYLE:
That attacker is targeting this convoy?

DACK:
How do you know?

RISON:
Like I said before…intuition.

KYLE:
Do you know what we’re going up against, specifically?

RISON:
(nods)
Sith Lords, sir.

DEV C’LLARA:
(frowns)
Sith Lords?

RISON:
They’re renegade Jedis. Everyone thought they were extinct for over a thousand years...but they’re not.

KYLE:
And how do you know all this, Jake?

RISON:
Don’t all Padawan learners know about Sith Lords?

DACK:
Padawan learners... Where have I heard that before?
(A brief pause)
Wait... Are you telling us you’re a Jedi?

RISON:
Well... I wouldn’t call myself an official Jedi. Just one who’s in training.

KYLE:
Why didn’t you tell us this at the start of the mission?

RISON:
I don’t know... Maybe it’s because I thought no one would believe me. I don’t have a lightsaber to prove I’m one, in case you notice.

DACK:
This mission would have been designed differently if you told us otherwise, Corporal.

RISON:
(sighs)
My mistake.

The FOUR OFFICERS remain quiet when another SENTRY appears in the corridor.

SENTRY:
What’s going on, here?

A brief pause as the FOUR OFFICERS stare at each other.

RISON:
We were looking for the main galley, sir. We’re starving.

SENTRY:
(gesturing behind him)
It was down that way.

RISON:
It was? Thanks a lot.

The CORPORAL gestures to DACK, DEV C’LLARA and KYLE to walk towards the direction the SENTRY pointed out to them.

SENTRY:
Next time ask one of my guards for help... You’re not allowed to roam freely around this ship.

DACK:
We will, sir... Thanks for the assist.

The THREE FIGHTER PILOTS continue to walk down the corridor.

KYLE:
Nice fib, Corporal.

RISON:
I could have used the Jedi mind trick instead.

DEV C’LLARA:
Why didn’t you?

RISON:
No need to waste the Force on someone as insignificant as that guard back there.

DEV C’LLARA nods in response. KYLE turns his head to see if the SENTRY is still present in the corridor.

RISON:
Time to see how those commandos are doing.

The FOUR PILOTS continue to make their way down the corridor.

INT. TRADE SHIP HAWKEYE—COMMANDO LIVING QUARTERS

KYLE, DEV C’LLARA, DACK, and CORPORAL RISON stand before SERGEANT DUNCAN in the COMMANDOS’ living quarter. The COMMANDOS themselves are too busy tending to their personal supplies.

SERGEANT DUNCAN:
Are you telling me we’ve walked into a trap, Commander?

KYLE:
Apparently... If the Corporal here is correct about some Sith Lord heading our way.

SERGEANT DUNCAN:
Wouldn’t that mean your squadron should be out patrolling right now?

KYLE:
We need Captain Urbina’s approval, first.

SERGEANT DUNCAN:
Since when?

KYLE:
Since now. This is his convoy, you know.

DACK:
I don’t think he’d be pleased with starfighters suddenly appearing out of nowhere around his trade convoy.

DEV C’LLARA:
Even if they were sent here for his protection.

SERGEANT DUNCAN:
Since when did you value the opinion of some officer over your own safety?

DACK, KYLE, and RISON turn to look at each other. They then turn to look back at the SERGEANT.

KYLE:
You’re right, Sergeant. This may be our only real chance of capturing that attacker.

SERGEANT DUNCAN:
(nods)
We’re already lucky enough to find out the identity of this culprit. I suggest we take advantage of this, immediately.

KYLE:
I suggest the same thing.
(Turns to face the Captain)
Dack, get your comlink. Relay a message to the entire squadron that everyone is going on patrol now.

DACK:
Yes, Commander.

The CAPTAIN exits the COMMANDOS’ living quarter. KYLE then turns to face the SERGEANT again.

KYLE:
I always sensed there was something not right about this mission.

RISON:
Sensing danger... That’s a Jedi trait, sir.

EXT. SITH SPACECRAFT—SPACE (FX)

The Sith Spacecraft continues its journey in deep space.

INT. SITH SPACECRAFT—COCKPIT—SPACE

DARTH SHUND stands before the hologram projector in his ship’s cockpit. He is conferring with DARTH VENGEANCE again.

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