Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling or George Lucas.
Enter Luke, Han, and Leia, in Revan Tower, among other Revans.
Han. There's always the feast. You know, the Halloween feast, in the evening.
Luke. Yeah. Great.
Lando. I could forge your uncle's signature, if you like, Luke.
Luke. It's no use. I've already told Senator Mothma that Uncle Owen didn't sign.
Han. What about the cloaking device?
Leia. That would be stupid. You heard Master Yoda; Tuskens are immune to them.
Jacen. They make a fuss about CoCo Town, but I assure you, Luke, it's not all it's cracked up to be. All right, Dex's Donuts is rather good, and Arakyd Industries is frankly dangerous. And yes, the Valley of the Jedi is always worth a visit. But other than that, you're not missing much.
Luke. [sarcastic] Thanks, Jacen.
Exit all but Luke, Han, and Leia.
Leia. We'll bring you a lot of sweets back from Dex's.
Han. Yeah. Loads.
Luke. Forget about it, guys. See you later.
Exit Han and Leia.
Enter Dak Ralter.
Dak. Luke. Luke. Hey, Luke! Aren't you going to CoCo Town, Luke? Why not? Hey, you can come and sit with us, if you like, Luke?
Luke. Er, no. Thanks, Dak. I . . . I've got to go to the Archives, got to get some work done.
Exit Dak.
Luke leaves Revan Tower.
Enter Jurokk.
Jurokk. What are you doing?
Luke. Nothing.
Jurokk. Nothing? A likely story! Sneaking around on your own . . . Why aren't you in CoCo Town, buying stink capsules and itching powder and crystal-worms like the rest of your nasty little friends?
Luke shrugs.
Well, get back to your common room where you belong.
Exit Jurokk.
Luke climbs the stairs, headed for the droid hangar.
Enter Qui-Gon.
Qui-Gon. Luke. What are you doing? Where are Han and Leia?
Luke. CoCo Town.
Qui-Gon. Ah. Why don't you come in? I've just taken delivery of a dinko for our next lesson.
Luke and Qui-Gon enter Qui-Gon Jinn's quarters.
Luke. A what?
Enter the dinko, a ruddy-colored reptilian scavenger, in a tank.
Qui-Gon. Water demon. We shouldn't have much difficulty with him, not after the monkey-lizards. The trick his to break his grip. You notice the abnormally long fingers? Strong, but very brittle.
The dinko bares its teeth.
Cup of tea? I was just thinking of making one.
Luke. All right.
Qui-Gon. Sit down.
Luke sits, as Qui-Gon prepares the tea.
I've only got tea bags, I'm afraid. But I daresay you've had enough with tea leaves?
Luke. How did you . . . ?
Qui-Gon. Senator Mothma told me. You're not worried, are you?
Luke. No.
Qui-Gon. Anything worrying you, Luke?
Luke. No. [drinks tea] Master. May I ask you something?
Qui-Gon. You want to know why I stopped you from facing that Gurlanin, Luke. I would have thought it would be obvious. I assumed it would take the shape of Lord Sidious.
Luke. I did think of Sidious at first. But then I remembered that night on the Jedi Cruiser . . . and the Tusken . . .
Qui-Gon. Well, I'm very impressed. That shows what you fear the most is fear itself. Very wise.
Luke drinks tea.
So you've been thinking I didn't believe you capable of fighting the Gurlanin.
Luke. Well, yeah. Master Jinn. You know the Tuskens . . .
There is a knock on the door.
Qui-Gon. Come in.
Enter Darth Vader, carrying a goblet of bacta.
Ah, Darth. Thanks very much. Could you leave it here on the desk for me?
Vader sets down the goblet, looking between Luke and Qui-Gon.
I was showing Luke my dinko.
Vader. Fascinating. You should drink that directly, Jinn.
Qui-Gon. Yes, yes. I will.
Vader. I made an entire cauldronful, if you need more.
Qui-Gon. I should probably take some again tomorrow. Thanks very much, Darth.
Vader. Not at all.
Exit Vader.
Qui-Gon. Lord Vader has very kindly concocted a potion for me. I have never been much of a chemist and this one is particularly complex. [sniffs] It's a pity sugar makes it useless.
Qui-Gon drinks.
Luke. Why . . . ?
Qui-Gon. I've been feeling a bit off-color. This potion is the only thing that helps. I am very lucky to be working alongside Lord Vader. There aren't many beings who up to making it.
Qui-Gon drinks again.
Luke. Lord Vader's very interested in the dark side.
Qui-Gon. [drinks] Really?
Luke. Some beings reckon . . . some beings reckon he'd do anything to get the Defense Against the Dark Side job.
Qui-Gon finishes his drink.
Qui-Gon. Disgusting. Well, Luke. I'd better get back to work. I'll see you at the feast later.
Luke. Right.
Exit all.