EXT. SPACE
Several TIE fighters approach the Death Star.
VADER: Her resistance to the mind probe is considerable. It will be some time before we can extract any information from her.
TARKIN: How can that slip of a girl defy you? It’s ludicrous!
VADER: She still hopes the tapes will be delivered to the Rebels. I can’t crush her will until that hope is gone.
TARKIN: Put away your drugs and hypnotic suggestions, Vader. I’ve always found your methods needlessly quaint. Phantom pain she can defend herself against. Against the real thing, her resistance will collapse.
VADER: I would have to apply so much pain as to risk killing her.
TARKIN: And what of it? She must be disposed of eventually.
VADER: She is my one lead to the Rebels. I can’t risk losing her just yet.
An Imperial Officer interrupts the meeting.
IMPERIAL OFFICER: The final checkout is complete. All systems are operational. What course shall we set?
TARKIN: Perhaps she would respond to an alternative form of persuasion.
VADER: What do you mean?
TARKIN: I think it is time we demonstrated the full power of this station. (to soldier) Set your course for Alderaan!
OFFICER: With pleasure.
The officer leaves. Vader gazes at Tarkin.
VADER: Alderaan is one of the Empire’s foremost systems. The Emperor should be consulted.
TARKIN: Do not think to challenge me, Vader. You aren’t dealing with Tagge or Motti now. The Emperor has put me in charge of this affair with a free hand, and the decision is mine. And you’ll have your answers that much sooner.
He walks over to the viewscreen and stares out at the stars.
TARKIN: Even a weapon like the Death Star can only be in one place at a time. Most of its’ value is as a deterrent. We must show the galaxy that we are prepared to use it at any time, on any world, for any reason.
VADER: (reluctantly) If your plan serves our purpose…it will justify itself.
TARKIN: The security of the Empire is at stake. (contended sigh) A planet…is such a small price to pay…
EXT. TATOOINE - MOS EISLEY - STREET
Threepio and Artoo walk up a street of Mos Eisely toward a large building with a “94” written on the side.
THREEPIO: I don’t seem to see Master Luke around anywhere. Perhaps we’d better go into the bay and wait.
They walk up to the door. Threepio tries to open it, but it won’t budge.
THREEPIO: The door’s locked. Now what shall we do?
Artoo pulls out a manipulator arm. It starts to knock on the door, but Threepio grabs the arm and pulls it back.
THREEPIO: No, no. Knocking will just attract attention, and that’s the last thing we want!
Four heavily armed stormtroopers and a small flying spy-droid move menacingly along a narrow slum alleyway crowed with darkly clad creatures hawking exotic goods in the dingy little stalls. Men, monsters, and robots crouch in the waste-filled doorways, whispering and hiding from the hot winds. Threepio spots them and panics.
THREEPIO: This is a dead end! We have nowhere to retreat to!
Artoo whistles and starts across the street to a shop door.
THREEPIO: Artoo, have you gone completely –
Artoo knocks on the door. It opens, revealing a shop owner.
SHOP OWNER: Well, what do you two want?
Artoo whistles insistently. Threepio looks at the droid, then at the shop owner.
THREEPIO: Why, um…we’re here to see if you need any maintenance jobs done. We belong to the Skywalker Technical Maintenance Service.
SHOP OWNER: Never heard of it.
THREEPIO: Of course you haven’t. We are offering a free trial service. My counterpart and I will repair, recalibrate, and run systems checks on any equipment you desire, free of charge. As a special introductory offer, of course.
SHOP OWNER: Hmm. The energy lathe is out of sync. All right, go to it. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.
The shop owner leaves. The two droids duck through the door.
THREEPIO: Lock the door, Artoo.
One of the troopers checks the tightly locked door and moves on down the alleyway. The door slides open a crack and Threepio peeks out. Artoo is barely visible in the background.
TROOPER: All right, check that side of the street. It's secure. Move on to the next door.
The door opens, Threepio moves into the doorway.
THREEPIO: I would much rather have gone with Master Luke than stay here
with you. I don't know what all this trouble is about, but I'm sure it must be your fault.
Artoo makes beeping sounds.
THREEPIO: You watch your language!
EXT. TATOOINE - MOS EISLEY - STREET - ALLEYWAY - USED SPEEDER LOT
Ben and Luke are standing in a sleazy used speeder lot, talking with a tall, grotesque, insect-like used speeder dealer.
LUKE: Fifteen hundred?!? Look, this landspeeder is in great shape, even if it’s not pretty.
DEALER: Your grip on reality is fragile, human. It’s the newer models that are in demand now, not these old ones. I shall probably have to sell it at a loss.
BEN: It’s still not a fair price.
DEALER: You touch a responsive chord in my charitable nature, humans! Sixteen hundred.
Ben waves his hand, talking in that tightly controlled manner again.
BEN: That’s not enough.
DEALER: It’s….not enough?
BEN: The speeder is worth more.
DEALER: The speeder is worth more.
BEN: He can have two thousand.
DEALER: He can have two thousand.
Strange exotic bodies and spindly-legged beasts pass by as the insect concludes the sale by giving Luke some coins.
LUKE: All right, give it to me. He says it's the best he can do. Look at this--Since the XP-38 came out, they just aren't in demand.
BEN: It will be enough.
Ben and Luke walk off. The dealer shakes its’ head.
DEALER: Do I grow senile? Am I in second grubhood to fall prey so easily to a pair of humans?
Ben and Luke leave the speeder lot and walk down the dusty alleyway past a small robot herding a bunch of anteater-like creatures. Luke turns and gives one last forlorn look at his faithful speeder as he rounds a corner. A darkly clad creature moves out of the shadows as they pass and watches them as they disappear down another alley. In the alley, Luke looks amazedly at Ben.
LUKE: There are advantages to the Force I’m just starting to see, Ben.
BEN: I would have never used it for something like that if it weren’t an emergency. Misuse of the Force leads to the worst possible consequences, Luke. Never forget that.
LUKE: I won’t.
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