Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling or George Lucas.
Enter Luke, in Revan Tower.
Luke begins recording a holovid letter for Obi-Wan.
Luke. [writing] Ben. I hope you're okay. The first week back here has been terrible; I'm really glad it's the weekend. We've got a new Defense Against the Dark Side instructor, Admiral Daala. She's nearly as nice as your mother. I'm writing because that thing I wrote to you about last summer happened again last night when I was doing a detention with Daala. We're all missing our biggest friend; we hope he'll be back soon. Please write back quickly. Skywalker out.
Luke takes the hololetter and leaves Revan Tower.
Enter the ghost of Canderous Ordo.
Canderous. I would not go that way if I were you. Bogan is planning an amusing joke on the next being to pass the bust of Darth Ruin halfway down the corridor.
Luke. Does it involve Darth Ruin's falling on top of one's head?
Canderous. Funnily enough, it does. Subtlety has never been Bogan's strong point. I'm off to try and fine Jace Malcom. . . . He might be able to put a stop to it. . . . See you, Luke. . . .
Luke. Yeah, good-bye.
Exit Canderous.
Luke veers in the opposite direction.
Enter 4-A7, near the statue of Contispex XIX.
I'm not doing anything wrong.
Exit 4-A7.
Luke enters the Jedi Temple communications center.
Enter R2-D2.
There you are. Come down here; I've got a letter for you.
R2-D2 lands in front of Luke.
R2-D2. [whistles]
Luke. Right, I know this says Ben on the outside, but it's for Obi-Wan, okay?
Luke stores his message in Artoo's innards.
Clear skies.
Exit R2-D2.
Enter Callista.
Hello.
Callista. Oh, hello. I didn't think anyone would be up here this early. . . . I only remembered five minutes ago, it's my mother's naming day.
Luke. Right. Nice day.
Callista. Yeah. Good smashball conditions. I haven't been out all week, have you?
Luke. No.
Callista selects a droid (R2-B3) to send her message.
Callista. Has Revan got a new keeper yet?
Luke. Yeah. It's my friend Han Solo. Do you know him?
Callista. The Chadra-Fan hater. Is he any good?
Luke. Yeah, I think so. I didn't see his tryout, though. I was in detention.
Midway through storing her prerecorded message, Callista looks up.
Callista. That Daala woman's foul. Putting you in detention just because you told the truth about how . . . how . . . how he died. Everyone heard about it; it was all over the Temple. You were really brave, standing up to her like that.
Enter Jurokk and 4-A7.
Jurokk. O! I have had a tip-off that you are intending to place a massive order for stink capsules.
Luke. Who told you I was ordering stink capsules?
Callista looks at Luke and Jurokk and frowns.
R2-B3. [whistles in annoyance]
Jurokk. I have my sources. Now hand over whatever it is you're sending.
Luke. I can't; it's gone.
Jurokk. [angry] Gone?
Luke. Gone.
Jurokk. How do I know you haven't got it in your pocket?
Luke. Because . . .
Callista. [angry] I saw him send it.
Jurokk. You saw him . . . ?
Callista. That's right. I saw him.
Jurokk and Callista glare at each other.
Jurokk. [to Luke] If I get so much as a whiff of a stink capsule . . .
Exit Jurokk and 4-A7.
Luke. Thanks.
Callista. No problem.
Callista stores her message into R2-B3's innards.
You weren't ordering stink capsules, were you?
Luke. No.
Callista. I wonder why he thought you were, then?
Exit R2-B3.
Luke shrugs.
Luke and Callista leave the communications center together.
Exit all.