Disclaimer: I am not Rick Riordan or George Lucas.
Enter Luke, Mara, and Corran, at the Well of the Dark Side.
Luke. Okay. You remember the plan.
Corran. [sarcastic] The plan. Yes, I love the plan.
Mara. What happens if the plan doesn't work?
Luke. Don't think negative.
Mara. [sarcastic] Right. We entering beyond shadows, and I shouldn't think negative.
Luke holds out the stones of spirit ichor.
I'm sorry, Luke. You're right. We'll make it. It will be fine.
Mara nudges Corran.
Corran. Oh, right. We got this far. We'll find the lightning rod and save your mother. No problem.
Luke pockets the stones.
Luke. Let's go.
Luke, Mara, and Corran enter the Well of the Dark Side.
Enter Scourge, an immortal red-skinned being with red eyes and dark hair.
Scourge stands among the spirits of the dead.
Your name is Scourge?
Scourge. Yes. Now how may I help you little dead ones?
Luke glances at Mara.
Mara. We want to go to the Netherworld.
Scourge. [smiles] Well, that's refreshing.
Mara. It is?
Scourge. Straightforward and honest. No screaming, "No. There must be a mistake, Lord Scourge." How did you die, then?
Luke nudges Corran.
Corran. Er, we drowned . . . in the sanisteam.
Scourge. All three of you?
Luke, Mara, and Corran nod.
Big sanisteam. I don't suppose you have creds for passage. Normally, with adults, you see, I could charge your credcard, or add the ferry price to your last holovision bill. But with children . . . Alas, you never die prepared. I suppose you'll have to take a seat for a few centuries.
Luke. Oh, but we have creds.
Luke passes Scourge three aurodium ingots.
Scourge. Well, now . . . real ingots. Real aurodium ingots. I haven't seen these in . . . Wait. [leans forward] You're not dead. I should have known. You're a demigod.
Luke. We have to get into the Netherworld.
Scourge. [growls] Leave while you can. I'll just take these and forget I saw you.
Luke snatches the ingots back.
Luke. No service, no tip.
Scourge growls.
It's a shame. We had more to offer.
Luke removes a bag of aurodium ingots.
Scourge. Do you think I can be bought, Jedi? Eh . . . just out of curiosity, how much have you got there?
Luke. A lot. I bet Bogan doesn't pay you well enough for such hard work.
Scourge. Oh, you don't know the half of it. How would you like to babysit these spirits all day? Always "please don't let me be dead" or "please let me across for free." I haven't had a pay raise in three thousand years. Do you imagine suits like this come cheap?
Luke. You [hands Scourge an ingot] deserve better . . . [hands Scourge another ingot] a little appreciation . . . [hands Scourge another ingot] respect . . . [hands Scourge another ingot] good pay
Luke hands Scourge a final ingot.
Scourge. I must say, young one, you're making some sense now, just a little.
Luke. [stacks another few ingots] I could mention a pay raise while I'm talking to Bogan.
Scourge. [sighs] The ship's almost full, anyway. I might as well add you three and be off. [rises] Come on.
Scourge leads Luke, Mara, and Corran into the turbolift, where the spirits of the dead wait.
The turbolift descends.
Mara. What happens to the spirits in the lobby?
Scourge. Nothing.
Mara. For how long?
Scourge. Forever, or until I'm feeling generous.
Mara. That's . . . fair.
Scourge. [raises an eyebrow] Whoever said Death was fair, young Jedi? Wait until it's your turn. You'll die soon enough, where you're going.
Luke. We'll get out alive.
Scourge laughs.
As the turbolift moves forward, Scourge transforms into a skeletal ferryman.
Luke stares, startled.
Scourge. Well?
Luke. Nothing.
The turbolift transforms into a skimmer, which sails across the Font of Power.
Mara. The Font of Power. It's so . . .
Scourge. Polluted. For thousands of years, you humans have been throwing in everything as you come across: hopes, dreams, wishes that never came true. Irresponsible waste management, if you ask me.
Luke looks around the Font of Power, and the Pool of Knowledge, starting to grow fearful.
Mara grabs Luke's hand.
Scourge's skimmer reaches the Netherworld of the Force.
Unseen, the tuk'ata growls.
The old Sith hound is hungry. Bad luck for you, Jedi.
Luke, Mara, and Corran follow the spirits of the dead off the skimmer.
I'd wish you luck, mate. But there isn't any down here. Mind you, don't forget to mention my pay raise.
Exit Scourge.
Luke, Mara, and Corran enter the Netherworld of the Force.
Exit all.