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Enter Luke, Han, and Leia, in the Great Hall.

Han. [glances at Leia's timetable] Leia. Are you sure you copied these down properly?

Leia. What? [looks at timetable] Of course, I have.

Luke. Is there any point in asking how you are going to sit through two exams at once?

Leia. No. Have either of you seen my copy of Secrets of the Jedi?

Han. [aside, to Luke] Oh, yeah. I borrowed it for a bit of bedtime reading.

Leia shifts through durasheet.

Enter R2-D2, delivering a hololetter from Chewbacca.

Enter Chewbacca, a holographic image of the Wookiee.

Chewbacca. Guys. Boga's appeal has been set for the sixth of June.

Leia. That's the day we finished with our exams.

Chewbacca. The NRMOC has set the appeal at the Jedi Temple. A representative of the NRMOC will be coming with a bureaucrat from the Republic and an executioner. Chewbacca out.

Exit Chewbacca.

Leia. They're bringing an executioner to the appeal? But that sounds like they have already decided.

Luke. Yeah. It does.

Han. They can't. I've spent ages reading up on stuff for him. They can't just ignore it all.

Luke, Han, and Leia enter Mon Mothma's classroom for exams.

The students transform teapots into gorskins.

The third years leave the exam.

Nien. Mine still had a spout for a tail.

Bria. Were the gorskins supposed to breathe steam?

Wedge. It still had a willow-patterned shell. Do you think that will count against me?

After lunch, the third years head for Sio Bibble's classroom.

Bibble tests his students on Inspire.

Upon leaving, all study.

All spend Animal Friendship feeding granite slugs.

Luke. [aside] As granite slugs flourish best when left to their own devices, this is the easiest exam ever. Not to mention, we have plenty of time to talk to Chewie.

Enter Chewbacca.

Chewbacca. Boga is getting depressed. She's been cooped up for too long. But still, we'll know the day after tomorrow, one way or another.

Exit Chewbacca.

The third years brew aura of uneasiness in Vader's dungeons.

The third years have exams with Tionne Solusar (Astronomy), Vodo Siosk-Baas (Galactic History), and Yaddle (Living Force).

Enter Qui-Gon.

Luke, Han, and Han join the other third years in the obstacle course, set up by Qui-Gon.

Luke passes through pond of dinkos, passes a series of potholes filled with Chazrachs, resists the lure of an ysalamir, and battles a Gurlanin disguised as a Tusken.

Qui-Gon. Excellent, Luke. Full marks.

Han and Leia only mess up on the ysalamir and the Gurlanin respectively.

Leia runs from a Gurlanin, disguised as failure.

Leia screams.

Leia. What's the matter?

Leia. M-M-Mon Mothma! Sh-she said I failed everything.

After Leia is calmed down, she, Luke, and Han return to the Temple.

Exit Qui-Gon.

Han laughs.

Enter Cal Omas.

Omas. Hello there, Luke? Just finished with an exam, I suppose? Nearly finished.

Luke. Yes.

Omas. Lovely day. It's a pity. I'm on an unpleasant mission, Luke. The NRMOC required a witness to the execution of a mad varactyl. As I needed to visit Jedi Temple to check on the Kenobi business, I was I asked to step in.

Han. Does that mean the appeal has already happened?

Omas. No, no. It's scheduled for this afternoon.

Han. But then you might not have to witness an execution. The varactyl might get off.

Enter Ranulph Tarkin, a gaunt bureaucrat with graying hair, and Savage Opress, a horned warrior with feral eyes, yellow skin, and black tattoos.

Tarkin. Fierfek. I'm getting too old for this. Fourteen hundred, is it, Omas?

Opress polishes his vibro-ax.

Han begins to protest, but Leia elbows him.

Exit Omas, Tarkin, and Opress.

Han. Why did you stop me? Did you see them? They've already got the vibro-ax ready. This isn't justice.

Leia. Han. Your father works for the Republic. You can't go around saying things like that to his boss. As long as Chewie keeps his head this time and argues his case properly, they can't possibly execute Boga.

Luke and Han divide from Leia, the former to Farseeing, the latter to Mundane Studies.

Exit Leia.

Luke and Han line up outside Shryne's spire.

Enter Wedge.

Wedge. He's seeing each of us separately. Have either of you had any visions?

Han. Nope.

Wedge enters Shryne's quarters.

Wedge returns later.

All. What did he say?

Wedge. He says if I tell you, I'll have a horrible accident.

Exit Wedge.

Han. That's convenient. You know, I'm starting to reckon Leia was right about his being a fraud.

Luke. Yeah. I wish he'd hurry up.

Enter Winter.

Winter. He says I have the makings of a true seer. I saw loads of stuff. Well, good luck.

Exit Winter.

Shryne. [off stage] Han Solo.

Exit Han.

Enter Han.

Luke. How did it go?

Han. Poodoo. I didn't see a thing, so I made stuff up. He didn't seem convinced, though.

Exit Han.

Shryne. [off stage] Luke Skywalker.

Luke enters the Spire of Tranquility.

Enter Shryne.

Good day, my dear. If you were kindly gaze into the Force . . . Take your time now. Then tell me what you see within.

Luke meditates.

Well? What do you see?

Luke. Er, a dark shape.

Shryne. What does it resemble? Think now.

Luke. A varactyl.

Shryne. Indeed. You may well be seeing the outcome of poor Chewbacca's trouble with the Galactic Republic. Look closer. Does the varactyl appear to have its head?

Luke. Yes.

Shryne. Are you sure? Are you quite sure, dear? You don't see it writhing on the ground, perhaps, and a shadowy figure's raising a vibro-ax behind it?

Luke. No.

Shryne. No blood? No weeping Chewbacca?

Luke. No.

Shryne. Well, dear. I think we'll leave it there. A little disappointing . . . But I'm sure you did your best.

Luke stands.

[in a trance] It will happen tonight. The Emperor stands alone and friendless, abandoned by his followers. His servant has been in chains these twelve years. Tonight, before midnight, the servant shall break free and set off to rejoin his Master. The Emperor will rise again with his servant's aid, greater and more terrible than he ever was. Tonight, he who betrayed his friends at the Temple shall break free. Innocent blood shall be spilt, and servant and Master shall be reunited once more. . . .

Shryne's head falls back.

[regular voice] I'm so sorry, dear boy. Did you say something?

Luke. No. You just told me that the Emperor is going to rise again, that his servant will go back to him.

Shryne. The Emperor? He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named? That's hardly something to joke about. Rise again, indeed.

Luke. But you just said it.

Shryne. I think you must have dozed off, too. I would certainly presume not to predict anything as far-fetched as that.

Exit all.