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Enter Luke, Han, Phanan, and Face, asleep.
Enter Jaina, who wakes Luke and her sons.
Jaina. Time to go.
Phanan. [groggily] Is it time already?
Exit Jaina.
All dress and enter the kitchen.
Enter Jaina and Jonash, the latter dressed mundane.
Jonash. What do you think? We are supposed to go incognito. Do I look like mundane, Luke?
Luke. Yeah. Very good.
Face. Where are Ganner, Kyle, and . . . [yawns] . . . Jacen?
Jaina. Well, they are Force Traveling, aren't they? So they can have a bit of a lie-in.
Phanan. So they're still in bed? Why can't we Force Travel, too?
Jaina. Because you are not of age, and you haven't passed your test? And where have those girls got to?
Exit Jaina.
Luke. You have to pass a test to Force Travel?
Jonash. Oh, yes. The Ministry of Travel had to fine a couple of beings the other day for Force Traveling without a license. It's not easy, Force Travel. And when it is not done properly, it can lead to nasty complications. The pair I am talking about went and ripped themselves.
All but Luke wince.
Luke. Er . . . ripped?
Jonash. They left half of themselves behind. So, of course, they were stuck. They couldn't move either way. They had to wait for the Antarian Rangers to set them right. It meant a fair old bit of paperwork, I can tell you, what with mundanes' noticing the body parts they had left behind. . . .
Luke. Were the all right?
Jonash. Oh, yes. But they got a heavy fine. And I don't think they will be trying that again in a hurry. You don't mess with Force Travel. There are plenty adult Force users who don't bother with it. They prefer starfighters, slower but safer.
Luke. But Ganner, Kyle, and Jacen can all do it?
Phanan. [grins] Kyle had to take the test twice.
Enter Jaina, Leia, and Mara.
He failed the first time, Force Traveled five parsecs Rimward of where he had intended.
Jaina. Yes. Well, he passed the second time.
Mara. Why do we have to be up so early?
Jonash. We have a bit of a walk.
Luke. Walk? What, are we walking to the Galactic Cup?
Jonash. No, no. That's parsecs away. We only need to walk a short way. It's just that it is very difficult for a large number of Force-sensitive beings to congregate without attracting mundane attention. We have to be very careful about how we travel at the best of times. And on a huge occasion like the Smashball Galactic Cup . . .
Jaina. Face.
Face. What?
Jaina. What is that in your pocket?
Face. Nothing.
Using telekinesis, Jaina summons bags of blob candy hidden all over the Trader's Luck, even in Phanan and Face's pockets.
Jaina. We told you to destroy them. We told you to get rid of the lot. Empty out your pockets, both of you.
Jaina telekineses more blob candy and throws them all away.
Phanan. We spent six months developing those.
Jaina. Oh, a fine way to spend six months. No wonder you didn't get more J.I.T.s.
Jaina, still glowering, kisses Jonash on the cheek.
Phanan and Face storm off without a word.
Well, have a lovely time. And behave yourselves. I'll send Ganner, Kyle, and Jacen along around midday.
Exit Jaina.
Luke, Han, Leia, Mara, Phanan, Face, and Jonash begin their journey.
Luke. So how does everyone get there without all of the mundanes' noticing?
Jonash. It has been a massive organizational problem. The trouble is, about a hundred thousand beings turn up at the Galactic Cup, and we haven't got a Force-based site large enough to accommodate them all. There are places mundanes can't penetrate, but imagine packing a hundred thousand Force wielders inside Mos Eisley or Docking Bay 94. So we needed to find a nice deserted world, and set up as many anti-mundane precautions as possible. The whole Republic has been working on it for months. First, of course, we have to stagger the arrivals. Beings with cheaper tickets have to arrive two weeks beforehand. A limited number use mundane transport, but we can't have too many clogging up their airbuses and hovertrains - remember, Force adepts are coming from all across the galaxy. Some Force Travel, of course, but we have to set up safe points for them to appear, well away from mundanes. I believe there a handy wood as the Force Travel point. For those who don't want to Force Travel, or can't, we use repulsorlifts. They're objects that are used to transport beings from one spot to another at a prearranged time. You can do large groups at a time if you need to. There have been two hundred repulsorlifts placed at strategic point throughout the Core. And the nearest one to us is within the Jedi Enclave, so that is where we are headed.
Luke. What sort of objects are repulsorlifts?
Jonash. Well, they can be anything. Unobtrusive things, of course, so mundanes don't go picking them up and playing with them, stuff they will just think is litter.
All enter the Jedi Enclave.
Whew. We have made good time. We have got ten minutes. Now we just need the repulsorlift. It won't be big. Come on.
Enter Huff Darklighter, a balding heavyset man with white hair and mustache.
Huff. Jonash. It's about time, son.
Jonash. Sorry, Huff. Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start. This is Huff Darklighter, everyone. He works with me at the Republic, the Rights of Sentience League.
Enter Biggs Darklighter.
And this strapping young lad must be Biggs, am I right?
Biggs. Yes, sir. [to all] Hello.
All but Phanan and Face nod in greeting.
Huff. Long walk, Jonash?
Jonash. Not too bad. We live on the other side of the city there. You?
Huff. Had to get at oh two hundred, didn't we, Biggs? I tell you, I'll be glad when he's got his Force Travel test. Still . . . not complaining . . . Smashball Galactic Cup. I wouldn't miss it for a stack of credits. And the tickets cost about that. Mind you, looks like I got off easy. All these yours, Jonash?
Jonash. Only the Corellians. This is Leia, a friend of Han's, and Luke, another friend.
Huff. Emperor's Black Bones! You must be Luke Skywalker.
Luke. Yes, sir.
Huff. Great, great pleasure.
Luke. Pleased to meet you, sir.
Huff. Biggs has talked about you, of course. He told us all about playing against you last year. I said to him, I said, "Biggs. That will be something to tell your grandchildren, that will. You beat Luke Skywalker!"
Biggs. Luke fell out of his ship, Dad. I told you, it was an accident.
Huff. Yes, but you didn't fall, did you? Always modest, our Biggs, always the gentlebeing. But the best being won. I'm sure Luke would say the same, wouldn't you, eh? One falls out of his ship, one stays in. You don't need a genius to tell you who's the better pilot.
Jonash. [checks his chrono] It's nearly time. Do you know whether we will be waiting for any more, Huff?
Huff. No. The Xuxes have been there for a week already, and the Minglas couldn't get tickets. There aren't any more of us in the area, are there?
Jonash. Not that I know of. Yes, it's a minute off. We had better get going.
Huff. That's it there, just over there.
The Solos, the Darklighters, Luke, and Leia surround an old boot - the repulsorlift.
Jonash. You just need to touch the repulsor; that's all. A finger will do.
All but Luke grab the repulsorlift.
Ready?
Huff. After three. One . . . two . . .
Jonash. Luke.
Luke grabs the repulsorlift.
Huff. Three!
The repulsor lifts into the air, spinning its passengers around.
The repulsor lands on a planetoid near Caamas.
Enter Raymus Antilles, a dark-haired man in a blue suit.
Antilles. Five hundred seven hours from Corellia.
Exit all.
