Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling or George Lucas.
Enter Revans, looking at the hourglass.
First Revan. There must be some mistake. How can we have one hundred fifty less points than yesterday? How is that possible?
Second Revan. Didn't you hear?
First Revan. What?
Second Revan. Luke Skywalker, the famous Luke Skywalker, the very Skywalker who earned us all those points in the last smashball match. He lost us these points.
Third Revan. Yeah. Him and a couple of other stupid first years.
Exit Revans.
Enter Luke.
Luke. [aside] From being one of the most popular and admired people at the Temple, I'm suddenly the most hated. Even Suriks and Shans turn on me, for they, too, were ever so eager to see Kun crushed. Everywhere I go, people point, and they don't even lower their voices as they insult me.
Enter Kuns.
Kuns. Thanks, Skywalker. We owe you one.
Exit Kuns.
Enter Han.
Luke. [aside] Only Han stands by me.
Han. They'll all forget this in a few weeks. Phanan and Face have lost loads of points in all the time they've been here, and people still like them.
Luke. They've never lost one hundred fifty points in one go, though, have they?
Han. Well, no.
Exit Han.
Luke. [aside] I swear I'll never again meddle in things that are not my business. I'm done with sneaking around and spying.
Enter Tycho.
[to Tycho] I want to resign from the team. This is all my fault.
Tycho. Resign? What good will that do? How are we to get those points back, if we can't win at smashball?
Luke. [aside] Even smashball has lost its fun. The rest of the team won't even speak to me. When they have to speak to me, they refer to me as The Seeker.
Enter Leia and Wedge.
Leia. [aside] Wedge and I suffer, as well. We just don't have as bad a time as Luke, because we're not as well-known. I am done raising my hand in class. That just gives people an excuse to blame me for Revan's problems.
Exit Leia and Wedge.
Luke. [aside] I'm almost glad that the exams aren't too far away. Studying takes my mind off my misery. Wait. What's that?
Enter Firmus Piett, in the middle of an argument.
Piett. No! No! Not again! . . . All right. All right.
Exit Piett.
Luke. [aside] It sounds like Vader's finally broken Piett.
Enter Han and Leia.
Luke tells them what he overheard.
Han. Vader's done it, then. If Piett's told him how to break his anti-dark side spell . . .
Leia. There's still Lowie, though.
Han. Maybe Vader's found out how to get past him without asking Chewie. [looks around the Archives] I bet there's a holobook somewhere in here, telling you how to get past a giant reek. So what do we do, Luke?
Leia. Go to Yoda. That's what we should have done ages ago. If we try anything ourselves, we'll be thrown out for sure.
Luke. But we've got no proof. Piett's too scared to back us up. Vader's only got to say he doesn't know how the Gamorrean got in at Halloween and that he was no where near the third floor. Who do you think they'll believe, him or us? It's not exactly a secret we hate him. Yoda will think we made it up to get him expelled. Jurokk wouldn't help us if his life depended on it. He's too friendly with Vader. And the more students who get thrown out, the better, he'll think. And don't forget, we're not supposed to know about the Stone or the reek. That will take a lot of explaining.
Han. If we just do a bit of poking around . . .
Luke. No. We've done enough poking around.
Exit all.