Disclaimer: I am not Rick Riordan or George Lucas.
Corran Horn stands before the Corellian Council: Thame Cerulian, a middle-aged Corellian male; Garm Bel Iblis, an older Corellian with a mane of gray hair and brown eyes; and Dur Gejjen, a dark-haired young man in his late twenties. Off to the side sits Mara, Saba Sebatyne, and Mirax Terrik, a Melodie with black hair and brown eyes.
Enter Luke and Yoda.
Saba. [to Luke] Shenbit.
Mara places her arm around Mirax.
Mirax. It's going terribly.
Mara. No, no. He'll be fine, Mirax. [mouths to Luke] Corran's girlfriend.
Corran finishes briefing the Council.
Cerulian. Master Horn. Do you seriously expect us to believe this?
Corran. But Master Cerulian, it's the truth.
Cerulian. Master Horn. For six months, we have been hearing these scandalous claims that you heard the Prophet Yu'shaa speak.
Corran. But I did.
Gejjen. Impudence.
Yoda. Now, Minister Gejjen. Patience.
Gejjen. Patience, indeed. I've had it up to here with this nonsense. As if the Prophet would speak to . . . to him.
Mirax leaps to her feet in outrage, but Mara and Saba hold her back.
Saba. Wrong fight, Mirax Terrik. Wait.
Cerulian. For six months, we have indulged you, Master Horn. We let you travel. We allowed you to keep your searcher's license. We waited for you to bring proof of your preposterous claim. And what have you found in six months of travel?
Corran. I just need more time.
Bel Iblis. Nothing. You have found nothing.
Corran. But General Bel Iblis . . .
Cerulian silences Corran with his hand. Yoda leans in and whispers to the Corellians, leading them to argue amongst themselves. Yoda speaks again, causing Cerulian to sigh and nod reluctantly.
Cerulian. Master Horn. We will give you one more chance.
Corran. [smiles] Thank you.
Cerulian. One more week.
Corran. What? But Master, that's impossible.
Cerulian. One more week, Master Horn. And then if you cannot prove your claims, it will be time for you to pursue another career . . . something to suit your dramatic talents: puppet theater, perhaps, or tap dancing.
Corran. But Master, I . . . I can't lose my searcher's license. My whole life . . .
Cerulian. This session of Council is adjourned. And now let us enjoy our noonday meal.
Exit Cerulian, Bel Iblis, and Gejjen.
Corran walks over to Luke, Mara, Saba, and Mirax.
Corran. Hello, Luke. That went well, eh?
Mirax. Those old barves. Oh, Corran, they don't know how hard you've tried.
Saba. There iz another option.
Mirax shakes her head.
Mirax. No, no. Corran, I won't let you.
Corran. I'll have to think about it. But we don't even know where to look.
Luke. What are you talking about?
A horn sounds in the distance.
Mara. I'll fill you in later, Luke. We'd better get back to our cabins. Inspection is starting.
Exit all.