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Enter Luke and Tahl.
Tahl. Funny place. It's a bit too clean. Do you know what I mean?
Luke and Tahl enter Luke's bedroom.
Oh, this is better.
Luke starts packing.
Tahl examines her reflection in the mirror.
You know, I don't really think black is my color. Do you think it makes me look a bit peaky?
Luke. Er . . .
Tahl. Yeah, it does.
Tahl changes her hair to auburn.
Luke. How did you do that?
Tahl. I'm a Clawdite. It means I can change my appearance at will. I was born one. I got top marks in Concealment and Disguise in my stormtrooper training without study at all. It was great.
Luke. You're a stormtrooper?
Tahl. Yeah. Kam is, as well. He's a bit higher up than me, though. I only qualified a year ago. Nearly failed on Stealth and Tracking. I'm dead clumsy. Did you hear me break that plate when we came downstairs?
Luke. Can you learn how to be a Clawdite?
Tahl. [laughs] I bet you wouldn't mind hiding that scar sometimes.
Luke. No, I wouldn't mind.
Tahl. Well, you'll have to learn the hard way, I'm afraid. Clawdites are really rare. They're born, not made. Most beings need to use the Force to change their appearance. But we've got to get going, Luke. We're supposed to be packing.
Luke. Oh, yeah.
Luke continues packing.
Tahl. Don't be stupid. It will be quicker if I . . . pack.
Tahl telekineses Luke's possessions into his trunk, using the Force.
It's not very neat. My mother has got this knack of getting stuff to fit itself in neatly. She even gets the socks to fold themselves. But I have never mastered how she does it. It's a kind of flick . . .
Tahl tries to Force-fold the socks, to no avail.
Oh, well. At least it's all in. [glances at Artoo's cage] That could do with a bit of cleaning, too.
Tahl uses the Force to clean Artoo's cage.
Well, that's a bit better. Right - got everything? Cauldron? Starfighter? O! An A-wing! And I'm still flying an ARC-170. Ah, well . . . lightsaber still in your jeans? Both buttocks still on? Okay, let's go.
Tahl levitates the trunk with the Force.
Luke and Tahl return to the kitchen.
Enter Qui-Gon, Bel Iblis, Solusar, Vos, Shada, Elegos, Tyria, and Ikrit.
Solusar and Vos examine the nanowave stove.
Shada laughs at the therma-slice.
Qui-Gon. Excellent. We've got about a minute, I think. We should probably get out into the garden so we're ready, Luke. I've left a hololetter, telling your aunt and uncle not to worry . . .
Luke. They won't.
Qui-Gon. . . . that you're safe . . .
Luke. That will just depress them.
Qui-Gon. . . . and you'll see them next summer.
Luke. Do I have to?
Qui-Gon smiles.
Bel Iblis. Come here, boy. I need to disguise you.
Luke. What?
Bel Iblis. Alter Image. Jinn says you have got a cloaking device, but it won't stay on while we're flying. This will disguise you better. Here you go . . .
Reaching into the Force, Bel Iblis disguises Luke, making him invisible to all but those who know he is there.
Tahl. Nice one, Garm.
Bel Iblis. Come on.
All exit the Lars homestead.
Clear night. We could have done with a bit more nebula cover. Right. Stay in formation, everyone. Don't break ranks if one of us is killed.
Tahl. [sarcastic] Stop being so cheerful, Garm. He'll think we're not taking this seriously.
Bel Iblis. Our job is to deliver the boy to Headquarters, and if we die in the attempt . . .
Solusar. No one is going to die.
Red sparks flash in the sky.
Qui-Gon. Board your ships. That's the first signal.
The Ten Knights board their starfighters.
More sparks explode in the sky.
Second signal. Let's go.
The Ten Knights take off, headed for Stewjon.
Bel Iblis. Hard left, hard left! There's a mundane looking up. We need more height. Give it another quarter of a parsec.
The Ten Knights ascend.
Bearing Coreward! Town ahead!
The Ten Knights swerve right to avoid the lights of the nearby ecumenopolis Ator.
Bear Rimward, and keep climbing. There's an asteroid field we can lose ourselves in.
Tahl. We're not going through an asteroid field. We'll get pulverized, Garm.
The Ten Knights veer away from the asteroids.
Bel Iblis. Turning leeward! We want to avoid the hyperlane.
The Ten Knights swerve away from the Corellian Run.
We ought to double back for a bit, just to make sure we're not being followed.
Tahl. Are you spacesick, Garm? We're all warp-lagged. If we keep going off-course, we're not going to get there until next week. Besides, we're nearly there now.
The Ten Knights approach the green world of Stewjon.
Qui-Gon. Time to start the landing. Follow Tahl, Luke.
Tahl. Here we go.
The Ten Knights land on Stewjon, in front of several mansions.
The Ten Knights deboard their ships.
Luke. Where are we?
Qui-Gon. In a minute.
Bel Iblis. [removes Yoda's comlink] Got it. [darkens the entire planet] Borrowed it from Yoda. That will take care of any mundane looking out their viewport, see? Now come on, quick. [hands Luke a piece of flimsi] Here. Read quickly and memorize.
Luke. [reading] The Headquarters of the Jedi Order may be found on Stewjon, aboard the Star Destroyer Negotiator.
Exit all.