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Enter Luke and Jonash, in the YT-1300 freighter.
Jonash. Not a word to Jaina.
Jonash shows Luke how the freighter's secret compartments in the cargo hold.
Enter Jaina, Jacen, Phanan, Face, Han, and Mara with the luggage, which is loaded into the cargo hold.
Jaina. Mundanes do know better than we give them credit for, don't they? You'd never know it was this roomy from the outside, would you?
Jonash starts the engine and departs from the Trader's Luck.
Face. Hold on. I've forgotten my Merr-Sonn rockets.
The YT-1300 returns to the Trader's Luck.
Face retrieves his rockets.
The YT-1300 veers away from the house.
Phanan. Wait. I've left my Y-wing.
The YT-1300 returns to the Trader's Luck.
Phanan retrieves his Y-wing starfighter.
The YT-1300 almost reaches the skylane.
Mara. O! I don't have my journal.
The YT-1300 returns to the Trader's Luck.
Mara retrieves a scarlet-colored journal.
The YT-1300 arrives in the skylane.
Jonash. [indicates the flight computer] Jaina, dear . . .
Jaina. No, Jonash . . .
Jonash. No one would see. This little button here is a cloaking field generator I installed. That'd get us up in the air. Then we fly above the clouds. We'd be there in ten minutes, and no one would be any the wiser . . .
Jaina. I said no, Jonash. Not in broad daylight . . .
The YT-1300 arrives at Mos Eisley Spaceport.
Luke and the Solos exit the freighter.
[glances nervously at her chrono] Jacen first.
Exit Jacen, Phanan, Face, and Jonash (in that order).
[to Luke and Han] I'll take Mara and you two come right after us.
Exit Jaina and Mara.
Han. Let's go together. We've only got a minute.
Luke and Han follow the Solos, but for some reason crash right into the barrier and fall to the ground.
The mundane beings around the spaceport stare at them with a mix of confusion and indignation.
R2-D2. [shrieks]
Enter BoShek.
BoShek. O! What in the blazes do you think you're doing?
Luke. Sorry. We just lost . . . lost control of the trolley. [aside, to Han] Why can't we get through?
Exit BoShek.
Han. I don't know. The gateway's sealed itself for some reason.
Luke. [glances at the chronometer] The ship leaves at exactly eleven hundred hours. We've missed it.
Han. Luke. If we can't get through, maybe Mom and Dad can't get back. Have you got any mundane credits?
Luke. [laughs] The Larses haven't given me pocket credits for about six years.
Han. [presses his ear to the barrier] I can't hear anything. What are we going to do? I don't know how long it will take Mom and Dad to get back to us.
Luke. Maybe we should just go and wait by the freighter.
Han. The freighter!
Luke. What about it?
Han. We can fly the ship to the Jedi Temple.
Luke. But I thought . . .
Han. We're stuck, right? And we've got to get to the Temple, haven't we? And even underage sentients are allowed to use the Force if it's a real emergency.
Luke. But your parents - how will they get home?
Han. They don't need the ship. They know how to Force Travel . . . you know, just vanish and reappear at home. They only bother with hyperspace and the YT-1300, because we're underage and not allowed to Force Travel yet.
Luke. Do you know how to fly it?
Han. No problem. Come on. Let's go. If we hurry, we'll be able to follow the Jedi Cruiser.
Luke and Han, with their luggage, return to the YT-1300.
Luke and Han place their luggage in the cargo hold.
Han sits in the pilot's seat, Luke in the oversized co-pilot's seat.
[starts engine with the Force] Check to make sure no one's watching.
Luke. [glancing out the viewport] All clear.
Han presses the cloaking field generator and the YT-1300 vanishes from view.
Han. Let's go.
The YT-1300 lifts off the ground and into the sky.
The YT-1300 blinks back into existence.
Oh, no! The cloaking field generator must be faulty.
Han hits the side of the ship.
The YT-1300 vanishes again, then blinks back into existence once more.
Hold on.
Han swerves upward, into the low woolly clouds.
Luke. Now what?
Han. We need to see the cruiser to know what direction to go in.
Luke. Dip back down again, quickly.
Enter the Jedi Cruiser.
There.
Han. Due trailing. [checks the navicomputer] Okay. We'll have to check on it every half hour or so. Hold on.
The YT-1300 returns to the clouds.
All we have to worry about now are skycars.
Luke and Han laugh.
They fly through the skies, periodically dipping back down to watch for the cruiser.
Luke. [aside] The fun of this is really starting to wear off. The toffees we've consumed now leave us extremely thirsty with nothing to drink. How I long for the Jedi Cruiser, where ice-cold glasses of juri juice are served by the plump vendor. Why is it that we couldn't get to Docking Bay 94, anyway?
Han. It can't be much further, can it? Ready for another check on the cruiser?
They fly out of the clouds, where they see the Jedi Cruiser, snaking through a field of mountains.
As they accelerate, the YT-1300's engine whines.
She's probably just tired. She's never been this far before.
The YT-1300 continues to wine, waving its windshield wipers in protest.
Not far. Not far now.
The YT-1300 flies above the sacred temple of the Jedi academy, the tall ziggurat with its five tall spires.
Luke. There. Straight ahead.
Han. Welcome home.
The YT-1300 begins to shudder, losing speed.
Come on. Nearly there. Come on.
YT-1300. [groans]
The ship wobbles, tumbling near the Mon Calamari sea.
Han. Come on.
Luke. Up! Up!
Han. It's not working.
The YT-1300 splutters and the engine dies completely.
O!
The freighter begins to fall, headed straight for the Temple walls.
No!
Han manages to swerve away from the Temple and the greenhouses.
Luke. Up! Up!
Han. [whacks the steering gear with his lightsaber] Stop! Stop!
Enter the Ithorian Bafforr, a sentient tree of immense size.
Luke. Han. Mind that tree.
The YT-1300 crashes into the Bafforr.
R2-D2. [shrieks in terror]
Han's lightsaber snaps, almost in two, held on by a few splinters.
Luke. Are you okay?
Han. My lightsaber. Look at my lightsaber.
Luke. Be thankful it's not your neck.
The Bafforr attacks the YT-1300, its branches smashing against the old Corellian freighter.
Han. What's happening?
The Bafforr punches a dent into the hatchway.
The transparisteel in the viewports was close to shattering from the stress.
Run for it.
Luke and Han try to break out of the freighter.
We're done for.
The YT-1300's engine restarts.
Luke. Reverse!
As the Bafforr continues its attacks, the YT-1300 backs out of the tree's grasp and crashes on the ground below.
Han. That was close. Well done, ship.
The YT-1300 jettisons its cargo - Luke, Han, Artoo, Viceroy the womp rat, and their inanimate luggage.
R2-D2. [screeches angrily]
Exit Artoo.
Exit YT-1300, into the Unknown Regions.
Han. Come back. Dad's going to kill me. Can you believe our luck? Of all the trees we could have hit, we had to get the one that hits back.
Luke. Come on. We'd better get back to the Temple.
They walk over to the Jedi Temple.
So, a protocol droid shows up in my bedroom. We can't get through the barrier of Docking Bay 94. We almost get killed by a tree. Clearly, someone doesn't want me here this season.
Luke and Han reach the doors to the Great Hall.
Han. I think the feast's already started. O! Luke. Come look. It's the sorting.
Luke sees the first years, among them Mara and Dak Ralter, trying on the Revan's Mask.
Enter all Jedi Students and Masters but one, as Luke and Han enter the Great Hall.
Luke. Hang on. Where's Vader?
Han. Maybe he's ill.
Luke. Maybe he's left because he missed out on the Defense Against the Dark Side job again.
Han. Or he might have been excommunicated. I mean, everyone hates him. . . .
Enter Darth Vader.
Vader. Or maybe he's waiting to hear why you two didn't arrive on the Jedi Cruiser.
Luke and Han turn around.
Follow me.
Exit all.