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Enter Solos, Darklighters, Luke, Leia, and Raymus Antilles.
All stand.
Jonash. Morning, Raymus.
Antilles. Hello there, Jonash. Not on duty, eh? It's all right for some. We've been here all night. You had better get out of the way; we have got a party coming from the Seswenna sector at five hundred fifteen hours. Hang on. I'll find your campsite. [examines datapad] Solo . . . Solo . . . About a quarter of a kilometer's walk over there, first field you come to. The site manager is called Master Jarril. Darklighter . . . second field . . . ask for Master Dravis.
Jonash. Thanks, Raymus.
Exit Antilles.
Huff. Parting of the ways, I think, old chap. See you at the match.
Jonash. See you at the match.
Luke. See you later, Biggs.
Exit Huff and Biggs.
Enter Jarril.
Jonash. Morning!
Jarril. Morning.
Jonash. Would you be Master Jarril?
Jarril. I would. And who are you?
Jonash. Solo . . . two tents, booked a couple of days ago.
Jarril. Aye. You have got a space up by the wood there. Just one night?
Jonash. That's it.
Jarril. You'll be paying now, then.
Jonash. Ah, right. Certainly.
Jonash pulls Luke aside.
[pulls out mundane currency] Help me, Luke. [indicates truguts] This one is a . . . a . . . a ten? Yes, I see the little numeral on it now. [indicates wupiupi] So this is a five?
Luke. A sixteen.
Jonash. Ah, yes. So it is. I don't know these little pieces of aurodium. . . .
Jonash pays Jarril two truguts and a wupiupi.
Jarril. You alien?
Jonash. Alien?
Jarril. You are not the first one here who has had problems with currency. I had two try and pay me with these little aurodium chips ten minutes ago.
Jonash. Did you really?
Jarril. [rummages in tin can for change] It's never been this crowded. Hundreds of pre-bookings. Beings usually just turn up.
Jonash. Is that right?
Jarril. Aye. Beings from all over. Loads of outlanders. And not just outlanders. Barvies, you know? There is a being walking around in a kilt and a poncho.
Jonash. Shouldn't he?
Jarril. It is like some sort of . . . I don't know . . . some sort of rally. They all seem to know each other, like a big party.
Enter Antilles.
Using the Force, Antilles rubs Jarril's memory.
A map of the campsite for you. And your change.
Jonash. Thanks very much.
Exit Jarril.
Antilles joins the Solo party, as they head for the campsite.
Antilles. I have been having a lot of trouble with him. He needs a memory rub ten times a day just to keep him happy. And Bog Divinian's not helping, trotting around talking about dovin basals and grav-balls at the top of his voice, not a worry about anti-mundane security. By the Core, I'll be glad when all of this is over. See you later, Jonash.
Exit Antilles.
Mara. I thought Senator Divinian was head of the Galactic Council of the Games. He should know better than to talk about dovin basals around mundanes, shouldn't he?
Jonash. He should. But Bog has always been a bit . . . lax about security. You couldn't wish for a better head of the sports department, though. He played smashball for Coruscant, you know. And he was the best beater the Infuriated Savages ever had.
All arrive at the campsite.
All take notice of the clearly Force-enhanced tents.
Always the same. We can't resist showing off when we get together. O! Home, sweet home.
The Solo party approaches an area marked "Solo."
We couldn't have a better spot. The field is just on the other side of the wood there. We're as close as we could be. Right, no Force use allowed, strictly speaking, not when we are this close to mundane space. We'll be putting these tents up by hand. It shouldn't be too difficult. Mundanes do it all the time. Here, Luke. Where do you reckon we should start.
Luke. I've never been camping in my life. The Larses always left me with Master Olin, our neighbor, whenever they took Laze.
Regardless, Luke and Leia manage to help Jonash set up the tent.
Jonash. We'll be a bit cramped. But I think we will all squeeze in. Come and have a look.
Luke and Leia exchange dubious looks.
Luke. What?
All step into the tent, which appears to be a three-room flat.
I love the Force.
Jonash. Well, it's not for long. I borrowed this from Peckhum at the office. Poor fellow. He doesn't camp much anymore, had lumbago. [examines kettle] We'll need water. . . .
Han. There's a tap marked on the map the mundane gave us. It's on the other side of the field.
Jonash. Well, why don't you, Luke, and Leia go and get us some water, then. And the rest of us will get some wood for a fire.
Han. But we have an oven. Why can't we just . . .
Jonash. Anti-mundane security, Han. When the mundane camp, they cook on fires outdoors. I have seen them at it.
Exit all but Luke, Han, and Leia.
Luke, Han, and Leia cross the field, as others begin to wake.
Enter Chance, a young child playing with a lightsaber, using his innate Force abilities to engorge a duracrete slug.
Enter Tendra Risant, Chance's mother.
Tendra. [picks up Chance] How many times, Chance? You don't touch Daddy's lightsaber. O!
The duracrete slug explodes.
Chance. You bust slug. You bust slug.
Exit Chance and Tendra.
Enter two female Force-sensitive children, riding in toy starfighters.
Enter Mas Amedda, a blue-skinned man with horns, and Orn Free Taa, an obese man with blue skin and fatty head-tails.
Amedda. [to Taa] In broad daylight! Parents having a lie-in, I suppose . . .
Exit Amedda and Taa.
Luke, Han, and Leia walk around, taking notice of alien Force users.
Enter Force-sensitive Korunnai in serious conversation and a group of Alderaanian females from the University of Alderaan.
Luke. [aside] I do hear tidbits of their conversations, and even when I don't understand their language, I can tell they all seem excited.
Luke, Han, and Leia enter the pro-Caamasi section of the campsite.
Han. Er, is it my eyes, or has everything gone green?
Enter Lando, Nien Nunb, and Sian Tevv, father of Nien Nunb.
Nien. Luke. Han. Leia. Like the decorations? The Republic is not too happy.
Tevv. Ah, why shouldn't we show our colors? You should see what the Hapans have got dangling all over their tents. You'll be supporting Caamas, of course?
All. Yes.
Exit Lando and the Nunb clan.
Han. Like we would say anything else surrounded by this lot.
Leia. I wonder what the Hapans have got dangling all over their tents.
Luke. Let us go and have a look.
Luke, Han, and Leia cross into the pro-Hapan section of the campsite.
Each tent is decorated with holographs of a handsome man with long blond hair and blue-gray eyes.
Han. Isolder.
Leia. What?
Han. Isolder. Isolder Chume'da, the Hapan seeker.
Leia. He looks really grumpy.
Han. Really grumpy? Who cares what he looks like? He's unbelievable. He's really young, too . . . only eighteen or something. He's a genius. You wait until tonight. You'll see.
Luke, Han, and Leia join the queue for the water.
Enter Amedda and Nejaa Halcyon, a bearded man with dark hair and a green nightgown.
Amedda. Just put them on, Nejaa. You can't walk around like that. That mundane at the gate is already getting suspicious.
Halcyon. I bought this at a mundane shop. The mundane wear them.
Amedda. Mundane females wear them, Nejaa, not the males. They wear these.
Amedda shows Halcyon a pair of trousers.
Halcyon. I am not putting them on. I like a healthy breeze around my privates, thanks.
Leia laughs.
Exit Halcyon and Amedda.
Luke, Han, and Leia retrieve their water.
Luke, Han, and Leia head back.
Enter Tycho Celchu, who reveals his new occupation as a professional smashball player for Alderaan's Rogue Squadron.
Exit Tycho.
Enter Corran Horn, who greets them.
Exit Corran.
Enter Callista Ming, who waves and smiles at Luke.
Exit Callista.
Enter Force-sensitive adolescents.
Luke. Who are they? They don't go to the Jedi Temple, do they?
Han. I expect they go to some alien academy. I know there are others. I've never met anyone who went to one, though. Ganner had a penfriend at an academy on Ossus. This was years and years ago. And he wanted to go on an exchange trip, but Mom and Dad couldn't afford it. His penfriend got all offended and sent him a cursed hat. It made his ears shrivel up.
Luke laughs.
Exit all.