At the top of the table, is Baron Vladimir Harkonnen. For his day of victory, he wears a Harkonnen outfit with military flair.
The Baron is served a lavish dinner, including a steaming roast, cheese, and wine, with his fork and carving knife, breathing like a buffalo, while Arrakis-born servants and guards stand petrified and ready to serve.
Baron Harkonnen: You have a good kitchen, cousin
Duke Leto is drowsy from Yueh's drug, naked and confined to a chair under the mounted bull's head. He cannot make out the Baron at the head of the table. The night of Arrakeen is ripped apart by violence outside the tall windows, with smoke pillars ascending and horrifying red fires sparked from below. Piter walks in next to the Baron and pauses with Doctor Yueh.
Piter: Milord Baron. Doctor Yueh
Baron Harkonnen: The Traitor! What do you want?
Doctor Yueh: I jammed their comms and lowered the shields. I delivered the Duke and his family.
Baron Harkonnen: The bargain to the letter! And what was I do to for you?
Doctor Yueh: Deliver my wife from her agony.
Baron Harkonnen: Yes.
The Baron pokes his fork into the roast and stands up, his feet temporarily leaving the ground due to an overactive set of suspensors.
Baron Harkonnen: I said I'd set her free. That you could join her.
He extends a hand and grabs Dr. Yueh by the hair. His hold was frighteningly firm. Yueh exhales.
Baron Harkonnen: So join her
The Baron brutally removes Yueh's head with a carving knife, leaving no time for Yueh to struggle. Blood sprays the servants, who remain silent. The Baron shows Yueh's head to Piter and swings the knife around Leto, while slowly walking down the table with the knife-point.
Baron Harkonnen: What do you think is next?
He levitates closer to the paralysed Duke of Arrakis and sits on the table in front of Leto.
Baron Harkonnen: For hundreds of years, we traded blood for blood. But no more. Your sons are dead. Your concubine is dead. Tonight the House of Atreides falls. And your bloodline ends forever.
Leto begins to say something under his breath.
The Baron immediately reaches for his ring to put on his shield.
Baron Harkonnen: What did you say?
Leto: "Here I am, Here I remain"
A cloud of toxic vapour is released by Leto, but it is blocked by the Baron's barrier and only partially crosses its limit. When the Baron retches and yells, his suspensor system goes into overdrive and he shoots upward. Piter and other guards and servants die in the chamber as the vapour spreads quickly around the space. Additional guards rush inside and die one by one. More people die as a result of the Duke's magnificent surprise
The doors slam shut from the outside.
Marcus piloted the ornithopter into the winds over Arrakis, his pulse pounding with adrenaline. The night sky above the city was blazing with the red glow of pursuit. The unrelenting pursuit of the Sardaukar and the Harkonnens was a continual danger, casting a shadow behind him.
Marcus skillfully controlled the ornithopter as laser bolts sliced through the air, his attention fixed on avoiding the approaching fire. His entire action was guided by a single goal that was a combination of his intuition and the Force.
A disturbance echoed through the Force amid the chaos of the chase, sending a painful vibration into Marcus's mind. His focus briefly shifted, and his hold on the controls slipped. He suddenly realised that his father, Duke Leto Atreides, had died and felt grief.
During that brief period of distraction, a laser bolt hit its target and delivered a burning blast of energy to the ornithopter's wing. The ship shook as it swerved off course, its controls shaky. Marcus struggled to recover control, but it was too late; the ornithopter crashed to the ground and plummeted into the harsh desert below.
Just as the ornithopter crashed in a roar of metal and sand, Marcus unbuckled himself from the cockpit with an emotion of desperation. He stood up after rolling over, surveying the debris and his surroundings with his senses on high alert. The pilots of two ornithopters circled above, eager to complete what they had begun.
Marcus ignited his blue lightsaber with a firm breath, the blue blade casting a transcendent brightness into the night. His resolve in the face of danger was symbolised by the energy that the lightsaber buzzed with. His eyes met the ornithopters' pilots with unwavering determination as he raised his gaze to them.
Laser beams flew in his direction, leaving behind blazing trails that lit up the night. With swift motions and the lightsaber blade acting as an extension of his will, Marcus deflected them. He concentrated on the Force, and his connection helped to sharpen his reactions and direct his defences.
Marcus, though, wasn't willing to focus only on defence. He used the Force to reach out as a laser beam came at him, his focus acting as a power source. The Force managed to help him dodge out of the way in time, away from the beam. Marcus then began to look around him for anything to use. He then spotted a large enough rock, next to him. He closed his eyes and reached out with the force. He lifted the rock and saw this target, the engine of one of the ornithopters. He launched the rock as fast as he could into the engine of the ornithopter. The rock hit the engine with immediate impact, causing it to catch fire almost immediately. The ornithopter began to swirl out of control and fell to the sands of Arrakis, killing everyone on board.
The last ornithopter that circled like a predator and was ready to launch the final attack was the only enemy still present. Marcus fixed his steady attention on the craft with his stare. He used the Force as an extension of his strength and determination to reach out and grab the ornithopter's exterior.
Marcus was being targeted by laser fire beams as the ornithopter approached. He swung on his blue lightsaber, the bright blue blade lighting the darkness with lightning-fast reflexes. He dodged the approaching assault, causing an incredible combination of sound and light as the lasers' crackling energy collided with the blade.
He twisted and twirled, deflecting the deadly beams away from himself as the Force rushed within him. The ornithopter made two quick shots at Marcus. He made a quick decision and positioned his lightsaber precisely to deflect a laser bolt back at the ornithopter.
The bolt hit its target and exploded blindingly within the ornithopter's cockpit. Marcus's skill with the lightsaber and the Force was demonstrated when the vessel plummeted to the ground and was engulfed in flames.
But in the confusion, in the chaos of battle, the last beam caught Marcus's shoulder, piercing both suit and flesh. A burning, sharp ache shot through him, threatening to take his attention away.
Gritting his teeth against the pain, he tightened his hold on the lightsaber. His wounds did not lessen his determination. Resolved, Marcus continued, holding onto his injured shoulder as the sound of the explosion faded away from him.
Marcus turned his focus to the remains of his ornithopter and pulled out all he could, including his tools, and his gear. Although the ornithopter's loss was a setback, he was still successful.
Marcus took a determined breath and started walking. He was surrounded by The Force, which was both a constant companion and a source of power. His father's memories and House Atreides' history inspired him to continue as he travelled further into the desert.
As the sky grows lighter outside, dim light enters the tent through its walls. The tent is gently blasted by the sand.
Paul opens the fremkit and counts the contents, arranging the things.
His chest tightens. The handbook is accompanied by a folded piece of paper that is ribbon-bound. Paul opens the document. He discovers a transmitter inside. The letter is penned in beautiful handwriting on the paper itself.
Paul: This is Doctor Yueh's handwriting. "If anyone makes it out of Arrakeen alive, there's an Atreides beacon in the Fremkit. God willing, they'll be able to find you."
Paul takes out a few more items from the Fremkit
Paul: It's a thumper. No stillsuits. The one thing we actually need.
Paul reaches in and takes out a small, wrapped piece of cloth. He unwraps the piece of cloth.
Paul takes out Leto's signet ring, a heavy, ancient, authentic ring that signifies the death of his father. They both stop breathing, and Paul hands it to Jessica, who struggles for control. Paul then unfolds a paper containing the Orange Catholic Bible, a handwritten note in elegant calligraphy. Jessica covers her mouth, and Paul watches the sand hissing over the tent, darkening the interior. Jessica sobs, realising the love of her life is gone forever.
Duke Leto Atreides is in a chair, surrounded by dozens of bodies frozen in contorted positions, including Piter de Vries. Harkonnen guards enter the hall, wheeling a filtration device to purge the air of poison. A sinister sound breaks up, and the Baron's massive body, curled up like a dead spider, crawls down the wall. The soldiers step back in superstitious dread, and the Baron crawls out of the room, leaving the soldiers in a state of terror.
Liet Kynes stands in a high-rise area on the mountain with stunning city views. She stands, admiring the Harkonnen war fleet in Arrakis. A daredevil Harkonnen ornithopter lands near her, causing her to widen her eyes. Duncan Idaho, haggard, ventures out, roaring. The scene highlights the harsh realities of war and the dangers of war.
Duncan: Kynes!
A crysknife concealed in the small of her back is in Kynes's hand.
Kynes: It's not safe for you here.
Duncan pulls out a sword, shaken with wrath. Yells out
Duncan: Will you tell the Great Houses of the Landsraad how we were betrayed? How the best of them was murdered here?
Kynes: I am commanded to say nothing, to see nothing.
Duncan's expression darkens as the significance of it dawns on him.
Duncan: The Emperor sent us here to die.
Kynes lowers her head.
Paul turns on a light stick inside the tent, illuminating it with a faint green glow. Jessica finds it difficult to make sense of what is happening as the light unsettlingly dances with spice particles. Paul, who is cold and logical, closes his eyes to increase his awareness.
Paul: Spice in the tent.
His consciousness is pulsed by an orange spice vision that offers glimmers of potential futures.
Paul's most distantly placed future vision to yet.
He notices Chani, who is perched on top of a natural look and looks out over a vast area of desert.
She is now clothed in a long linen dress and appears more mature than in earlier visions.
He hears what seems to be roaring as he gets closer to this overlook.
Chani gestures towards the activity going on below.
What he sees is nothing short of hell, a fierce battle to the death between thousands of firemen fighters and even more Sarduakar warriors, not an admiring crowd.
Unending blood, screams, flames, and dread are all present in the sight.
Without showing any mercy, a warrior kills everything in his path. Finally, his face is visible.
Paul.
He was drawn to the man standing next to him who was carrying two lightsabers and was wearing an armoured helmet. The first blade was a vivid blue, but the second was a mysteriously deep purple. Paul's breath caught in his throat as he saw the warrior, whose features were hidden by the helmet.The man's presence was an intensity that glowed with strength and direction. The man led the Fremen into combat, his motions smooth and perfect, a choreography of death and survival, and Paul stared in amazement. The Sardaukar troops were defeated by his strength and fell before him.
Paul's envision grew to include an army of Sardaukar troops advancing on the mysterious warrior. The man, though, made a quick and deliberate response. He released a Force Repulse with a burst of strength, sending the Sardaukar falling as their armour was no match for the strength of the Force.Undying in his resolve, the man's lightsabers were a swirl of fatal grace. Each blow was delivered precisely, and every movement was evidence of his skill. A live example of courage and optimism, Paul observed as the guy cut a route through the hostile soldiers.
Paul begins to see quick flashes of a crysknife, burning of bodies,
Paul: The future is coming
He sees Chani walking on the sand with one of her hands covered in blood.
Paul: The holy war is spreading across the universe like an unquenchable fire.
He then sees himself standing on a lowered ramp of a ship, standing next to Chani, Marcus and a few others with him. Standing over Fremen soldiers.
Jessica: Paul, you're scared I can see it. Tell me, please, what do you fear?
Paul: Somebody help me, please.
Jessica: Paul
Paul begins to breakdown over the visions he keeps seeing
Paul: It's coming. I see The Holy War, spreading across the universe like an unquenchable fire. A warrior religion that waves the Atreides banner in my father's name. Fanatical legions worshipping at the shrine of my father's skull. A war in my name! Everyone shouting my name!
Chani: PaulJessica: Paul Atreides.
His mother moves closer to him as he curls up.
Jessica: You are your father's son. You are my son. You are Duke Paul Atreides. You know who you are.
Paul: GET OFF ME!
Jessica moves back
Paul: You did this to me! You Bennet Gesserit, made me a freak!
Jessica slowly goes back closer to him. She pulls him onto her shoulder, holding him. He bursts into sobs, finally. She cries with him.
Paul: My father is dead. And my brother is missing.
Marcus found protection in a tiny rock cave as the desert around him. The breezes murmured ancient tales, and the sand appeared to store its mysteries. His limbs ached, especially his injured shoulder, his eyelids weary with the weight of his journey.
Marcus's consciousness surrendered to the land of dreams as he went off to sleep. The changing sands of his awareness created a dreamscape, and inside it grew a figure—a Fremen warrior, her eyes a reflection of the desert's limitless wonders.
Chani stood in front of him, her presence dreamy and intense. Her clothes showed desert patterns, and her face was a map of stories written by sun and wind. Her look was a mirror of the Fremen character, a blend of power and vulnerability.
Chani: Marcus. Come and find us.
Her words struck a chord in his chest, the desperation real. The desert winds seemed to echo her summons, pressing him to act.
Chani suddenly began to dissolve as fast as she had emerged, her picture fading like sand swept away by the wind. Marcus reached out, his dream self reaching for her, but his fingers only touched empty air.
Marcus awakened with a jolt, his chest heaving as if he had run across the dunes, and still feeling the pain from his shoulder. The dream went on in his mind, its message engraved into his brain. Chani's voice resonated in his memory, sparking a spark of determination inside him.
Marcus grabbed his equipment—the blue lightsaber, the stillsuit, and his other gear—without hesitation. The dream had laid out a road for him, one he needed to go. He understood Chani's message was more than just a dream—it was a summons to action, a route he was intended to take.
Marcus went out of the rock cave, the picture of Chani fresh in his thoughts. The desert spread out before him, huge and uncompromising, its mysteries awaiting him.
A soft glow tab illuminates the black tent. The condensation particles develop on the tent wall and drip into a reclamation system. Jessica is fast asleep.
Paul is admiring his father's ring.
He gradually placed it on his finger.
The transmitter sends a signal.
When she awakens, she notices Paul kneeling over the water reclamation system.
Paul: Someone is near. You need to drink. It's recycled water from the tent.
He unhooks the catchpocket and delivers it to her: a small amount of water. She drinks half of it and then returns it.
Paul: Sweat and tears
He completes it. Both appear tired, with dry skin and chapped lips.
Paul: Let's get out of here.
He grabs a sand compactor and walks up to the tent entrance. The sphincter door is opened.
A trickle of sand falls in, but Paul activates the sand compactor, which repels the sand and forces it to pack more securely. He digs a tunnel to the surface.
A desert mouse with enormous ears climbs a dune under a peaceful, orange sunset, absorbing moisture and producing drops. Paul looks at the mouse as he burrows out of the sand with a compactor. They exchange a glance before the mouse leaps away. Then Paul gets out, grabs the Fremkit bag, and drags Jessica out. She appears with a trailing strap. With nowhere to flee, an ornithopter approaches, fast and low. The ornithopter flares its wings and lands lightly, causing Paul to grin.
Paul: That's Duncan!
Duncan leaps from the pilot's seat. His eyes were filled with surprise and excitement. He sprints over the sand to them. His arms are wrapped around them. His voice was deep and full of emotion.
His eyes well up with tears. He grabs Paul by the shoulders.
Duncan: My lady. Paul. I'm so sorry. Your father...
Paul: We know.
Duncan stiffens as he realises. He falls to his knees.
Duncan: Milord Duke.
Overwhelmed, he crushes his forehead on Paul's hand. Paul places a tender palm on Duncan's shoulder. Duncan rises a few seconds later
Duncan: I bring you news about your twin brother, Paul.
Both Paul and Jessica look up at Duncan with hope and dreaminess in their eyes.
Duncan: He's alive and he's well. He's gone out to the desert to get help from the Fremen, he asked me to tell you that himself.
Paul and Jessica are Both extremely relieved to hear that Marcus is still alive. As Duncan brings them onto the ornithopter, he recalls to them what he saw Marcus to do the Harkonnen and Sardaukar soldiers back in Arraken.