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Enter Luke, Han, and Leia, in Darth Vader's dungeons, with the other Revans and Kuns.
Enter Darth Vader.
The class begins, brewing shrinkroot potion.
Enter Galen Marek, stumbling in halfway through the class, his arm in a sling.
Vestara. Does it hurt terribly, Galen?
Marek. It comes and it goes. I should consider myself lucky. According to Master Che, I could have lost my arm.
Marek smirks at Evazan and Baba, behind Vestara's back.
Han. Listen to the idiot. He's really laying it on thick, isn't he?
Luke. Well, at least Chewie didn't get fired.
Leia. Yes. But I heard Galen's father is furious.
Vader. Settle down. Settle down.
Marek sits near Luke and Han.
Marek. Sir. I'll need help cutting up this shrinkroot, because of my arm.
Vader. Solo. Cut up Marek's root for him.
Han. There's nothing wrong with your arm.
Marek. Solo. You heard Lord Vader. Cut up this root.
Han cuts the shrinkroot into jagged, uneven slices.
Lord. Solo's mangling my shrinkroot.
Vader. Solo. Switch roots with Marek.
Han scowls and trades his evenly cut roots for Marek's mangled ones.
Han is forced to repair the mangles shrinkroot.
Marek. And sir. I'll need my syren skinned.
Vader. Skywalker. You can skin Marek's syren.
Luke grudgingly skins Marek's Kashyyyk Syren.
Marek. Seen your pal Chewbacca lately?
Han. None of your business.
Marek. I'm afraid he won't be a Master much longer. Father's not very happy with my injury . . .
Han. Keep talking, Marek, and I'll give you a real injury.
Marek. He's complained to the Jedi Council and to the Republic Senate. Father's got a lot of influence, you know. And a lasting injury like this . . . [sighs theatrically] Who know if my arm will ever be the same again?
Luke. So that's why you're putting it on, to get Chewie fired.
Marek. Partially. But there are other benefits, too. Solo. Slice my conduit worms for me.
A few seats away, Wedge has made a mess of his potion, something Vader does not fail to notice.
Vader. Orange, Antilles.
Vader scoops up the potion, so everyone can see.
Orange. Tell me, boy, does anything penetrate that thick skull of yours? Didn't you hear me say quite clearly, that only one rat spleen was needed? Didn't I state plainly that a dash of leech juice would suffice? What do I have to do to make you understand, Antilles?
Leia. Please, sir. I could help Wedge put it right . . .
Vader. I don't remember asking you to show off, Miss Organa. Antilles. At the end of this lesson, we will feed a few drops of this potion to your gorg and see what happens. Perhaps it would encourage you to do it properly.
Vader sweeps away.
Wedge. [aside, to Leia] Help me.
Nien. He's been sighted. He's been sighted.
Luke. Who?
Nien. Obi-Wan Kenobi.
Han. Where?
Nien. Not too far from here. It was on the HoloNet this morning. You don't think he'll come to the Temple, do you?
Lando. With Tuskens at every entrance?
Nien. Tuskens? He's already slipped by them once, hasn't he? Who's to say he can't do it again?
Marek. [to Luke] That's right. Kenobi could be anywhere. It's like trying to catch smoke, like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands. Thinking of taking him on singlehanded, Skywalker?
Luke. That's right.
Marek. Of course, if it was me, I'd have done something before now. I wouldn't be staying in the Temple like a good boy. I'd be out there, looking for him.
Han. What are you talking about, Marek?
Marek. Don't you know, Skywalker?
Luke. Know what?
Marek. [laughs] Maybe you'd rather not risk your neck. Want to leave to the Tuskens, do you? But if it were me, I'd want revenge. I'd hunt him down myself.
Luke. What are you talking about?
Vader. You should have finished adding your ingredients by now. This potion needs to stew before it can be drunk, so clear away while it simmers. And then we'll test Antilles's.
The third years pack away their things and step away from their cauldrons.
Luke. [to Han] What did Marek mean? Why would I want revenge on Kenobi? He hasn't done anything to me yet.
Han. He's making it up, trying to make you do something stupid.
Vader walks over to Wedge's cauldron.
Vader. Everyone gather around and watch what happens to Antilles's gorg. If he has managed to produce a shrinkroot potion, it will shrink. If, as I don't doubt, he has done it wrong, the droid will likely be destroyed.
The students gather around, as Vader takes Gate in his gloved hands - the Kuns excited, the Revans fearful.
Vader feeds Gate the potion.
Gate shrinks.
The Revans applaud.
Vader feeds Gate a growth formula.
Gate returns to his regular size.
Five points from Revan. I told you not to help him, Miss Organa. Class dismissed.
Exit all but Luke and Han.
Han. Five points from Revan, because the potion was all right! Why didn't you lie, Leia? You should have said Wedge did it all by himself. [notices Leia's absence] Where is she?
Luke notices Leia's absence.
She was right behind us.
Enter Leia, slipping the Orb of Passage beneath her robes.
How did you do that?
Leia. What?
Han. One moment, you were right behind us. The next moment, you were back at the bottom of the stairs again.
Leia. What? O! I had to go back and get something. Oh, no!
A seam splits in Leia's overloaded bag.
Han. Why are you carrying all of these with you?
Leia. You know how many subjects I'm taking. Couldn't hold these for me, could you?
Han. But . . . you haven't got any of these subjects today. It's only Defense Against the Dark Side this afternoon.
Leia. Oh, yes. I hope there's something good for lunch. I'm starving.
Exit Leia.
Han. Do you get the feeling Leia's not telling us something?
Exit Han and Leia.