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Enter Luke, Han, and Leia, among the other fourth years in Mon Mothma's classroom.

Enter Mon Mothma.

Mothma. Antilles. Kindly do not reveal that you cannot perform a simple Alter Environment to anyone from the Shadow Academy.

All enter the Great Hall, among every Jedi Master and student in the Temple.

Banners hang around the Great Hall, representing Darth Revan, Bastila Shan, Meetra Surik, and Exar Kun, as well as fifth banner featuring the Jedi crest: a lightsaber with wings growing out of the hilt.

Enter Phanan and Face.

Face. [to Phanan] It's a bummer, all right. But if he won't talk to us in person, we'll have to send him the hololetter, after all. Or we'll stuff it into his hand. He can't avoid us forever.

Han. Who's avoiding you?

Phanan. I wish you would.

Han. What's a bummer?

Face. Having a nosy rodderlike you for a brother.

Luke. Do you two have any idea about the Galactic Games yet? Have you thought any more about trying to enter?

Face. I asked Mothma how the champions are chosen, but she wasn't telling. She just told to shut up and get on with metamorphosing my katarn.

Han. I wonder what the tasks are going to be. You know, I bet we could do them, Luke. We've done dangerous stuff before.

Phanan. Not in front of a panel of judges, you haven't. Mothma says the champions get awarded points according to how well they have done the tasks.

Luke. Who are the judges?

Leia. Well, the masters of the participating schools are always on the panel, because all three of them were injured during the Games of 1,792 BBY, when a tuk'ata the champions were supposed to be catching went on a rampage. It's all in The Jedi Path: A Manual for Students of the Force. Of course, that book is not entirely reliable. The Jedi Path: A Dogmatic Narrow View of the Force.

Han. What's your beef?

Leia. Droids! Not once in with eight different authors does The Jedi Path that we are colluding in the oppression of one hundred slaves.

Face. Listen, have you ever been down in the kitchens, Leia?

Leia. No, of course not. I hardly think students are allowed . . .

Face. Well, we have, loads of times to mynock food. And we've met them, and they're happy. They think they have got the best job in the galaxy.

Leia. That's because they're uneducated and brainwashed.

Enter R2-D2, with a message from Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Enter Obi-Wan, a holographic image of the former Jedi.

Obi-Wan. Nice try, Luke. I'm back in the Core, and well hidden. I want you to keep me posted on everything that's happening on Tython. Don't use Artoo. Ever since the Galactic Cup, the Republic has been intercepting more and more droids, and he's too easily spotted. Don't worry about me. Just watch out for yourself. Don't forget what I said about your scar. Kenobi out.

Exit Obi-Wan.

Luke. Thanks, Artoo.

Exit Artoo.

All head out of the Temple, the students led by their Heads of House.

Mothma. Solo, straighten your hat. Miss Retrac, take that ridiculous thing out of your hair.

Winter scowls and removes a pin from her hair.

Follow me, please. First years in the front. No pushing.

Han. Nearly eighteen hundred. How do you reckon they're coming, the ship?

Leia. I doubt it.

Luke. How then, starfighters?

Han. A repulsorlift? Or they could Force Travel? Maybe you're allowed to do it under seventeen where they come from?

Enter Yoda.

Yoda. O! Unless I am very much mistaken, the delegation from Carida approaches.

All. Where?

Geith. There!

Oola. It's a dragon.

Cole. Don't be stupid. It's a flying house.

Enter Caridan carriage, pulled by several Kaminoan aiwhas, flying cetaceans with wing-fins.

The aiwhas land.

Enter Furgan, a stoic boy with white hair, who opens the door of the carriage.

Enter Mallatobuck, a female Wookiee with brown fur.

Nien. Blaster Bolts! That's one big woman.

Mallatobuck approaches Yoda.

Yoda. My dear Master Mallatobuck. Welcome to Tython.

Mallatobuck. [accented Basic] Yoda. I hope I find you well?

Yoda. In excellent form, I thank you.

Mallatobuck. My pupils.

Enter all Caridans.

Has Brakiss arrived yet?

Yoda. He should be here any moment. Would you like to wait here and greet him or would you prefer to step inside a warm up a trifle?

Mallatobuck. Warm up, I think. But the aiwhas . . .

Yoda. Our Master of Animal Friendship will be delighted to take care of them.

Mallatobuck. My steeds provide, er, forceful handling. They are very strong. . . .

Yoda. I assure you that Chewbacca will be well up to the job.

Mallatobuck. Very well. Will you please inform Master Chewbacca that my aiwhas drink only Corellian whiskey.

Yoda. It will be attended to.

Mallatobuck. [to the Caridans] Come.

Exit the Caridans, in the Jedi Temple.

Han. Can you hear something?

Janson. The ocean! Look at the ocean.

Enter the Shadow Academy, a cloaked space station which rises from the depths of Mon Calamari.

Luke. It's a space station.

Enter Brakiss, a red-robed Dark Jedi with blond hair and blue eyes, leading his Dark Jedi pupils, among them Isolder Chume'da.

Brakiss approaches Yoda.

Brakiss. Yoda.

Yoda. Brakiss.

Yoda and Brakiss embrace.

Brakiss. Dear old Tython. How good it is to be here, how good. [to Isolder] Isolder, come along into the warmth. You don't mind, Yoda? Isolder has a slight head cold.

Brakiss and Isolder head for the Jedi Temple.

Han. Luke. It's Isolder.

Exit all.