A long time ago.....in a galaxy far, far away.....

POKE

STAR WARS

Episode VI
The Return Of The Jedi

Bruke Stonewalker has returned
to his home planet of Tatooine
in an attempt to rescue his friend Ashton Solo
from the evil Jabba the Hutt.
Little does Bruke know that
the Imperial Team Rocket Empire
has secretly begun construction on a
new armored space station
even more powerful than the first
dreaded Death Master ball.
When completed, this ultimate weapon will
spell certain doom for the small band of
Rebels struggling to restore freedom to the
galaxy...

[Scene shows the monstrous half-completed Death Master Ball, it's enormous half-completed gold and white superstructure curving around to form jagged ball with deadly steel arms making up the unfinished half. Below, in an unearthly green contrast floats the forest moon of Endor.]
[An Imperial Star Destroyer flies overhead towards the enormous armored bulk of the space station, flanked by two speeding TRIE (Twin Rocket Ion Engine) fighters. A small Imperial shuttle launches from the main bay of the ship and slowly flies towards the Death Master Ball.]

SHUTTLE COCKPIT

Shuttle Captain: Command station, this is ST 321. Code Clearance Blue. We're starting our approach. Deactivate the security shield.
Death Master Ball Commander: The security deflector shield will be deactivated when we have confirmation of your code transmission. Stand by... You are clear to proceed.
Shuttle Captain:We're starting our approach.

DEATH MASTER BALL-CONTROL ROOM

[Operators move about among the control panels. One of the Shield Operators hits various buttons and levers on a large panel, above which is screen displaying the moon Endor, the Death Master Ball and an energy field coming from the moon that deactivates. An officer turns to his Aide.]

Officer:Inform the commander that Lord Vader's shuttle has arrived.
Aide: Yes sir.

[Scene changes to the shuttle approaching and landing in a huge docking bay. A squad of Imperial stormtroopers moves into formation before the craft.]

DEATH MASTER BALL-MAIN DOCKING BAY

[The Death Master Ball commander, Moff Jerjerrod, a tall usually confident officer now strides nervously towards the shuttle ramp. The uneasy troops snap to attention.]
[The loading ramp of the shuttle opens with a whoosh of hydraulics and steam, revealing the heavy footsteps and mechanical breathing of Lord Stone Vader inspects the troops as he walks down the ramp.]

Moff Jerjerrod: Lord Vader, this is an unexpected pleasure. We're honored by your presence.
Stone Vader: You may dispense with the pleasantries, Commander. I'm here to put you back on schedule.
Jerjerrod: [turning pale and sweating] I assure you, Lord Vader, my men are working as fast as they can.
Vader: Perhaps I can find new ways to motivate them.
Jerjerrod: [trying to sound convincing] I tell you, this station will be operational as planned.
Vader: The Emperor does not share your optimistic appraisal of the situation.
Jerjerrod: But he asks the impossible. [whispers] I need more men.
Vader: Then perhaps you can tell him when he arrives.
Jerjerrod: [horrified] The Emperor's coming here?
Vader: That is correct, Commander. And he is most displeased with your apparent lack of progress.
Jerjerrod: [straightening and trying to look calm] We shall double our efforts.
Vader: I hope so, Commander, for your sake. The Emperor is not as forgiving as I am.

ROAD TO JABBA'S PALACE-TATOOINE

[A single road winds it's way around the desolate sandy plains of Tatooine. A beeping sound is heard and a reply before the familiar pair of Togepio (To-GPO), a tall, white egg-like poke'droid with a long neck and little wings, and Char-2 Z-2, a small, red, cylindrical, repair poke'droid with mechanical wings folded neatly across his back and a single rotating camera for an eye, making their way towards the ominous palace of Jabba the Hutt.]

Togepio: Of course I'm worried. And you should be, too. Garyando Calrissian and poor Churaicca never returned from this awful place.
Chartoo: [whistles timidly]
Togepio: Don't be so sure. If I told you half the things I've heard about this Jabba the Hutt, you'd probably short-circuit.

[The two poke'droids cautiously approach the massive entrance to the palace.]

Togepio: Chartoo, are you sure this is the right place? [pauses, and finds no doorbell] We'd better knock, I suppose. [Togepio timidly knocks on the obscenely large door and says instantly] There doesn't seem to be anyone there. Let's go back and tell Master Bruke.

[a tiny hatch suddenly opens in the door and a mechanical eye attached to a long arm pops out and looks over the two poke'droids hurriedly]

Mechanical Eye: Tee chuta thrat yudda!
Togepio: Goodness gracious me!
Mechanical Eye: Me yuddah whaudta?!
Togepio: [indicating Chartoo] Chartoo Zetoowha. [then indicating himself] Teegeepiowha ey toota ott mischka Jabba du Hutt.?

[The eye looks from one poke'droid to the other, there is a laugh then the eye zips back into the door. The hatch slams shut. Chartoo beeps his concern.]

Togepio:I don't think they're going to let us in, Chartoo. [turning] Perhaps we'd better go.

[Chartoo beeps his reluctance as Togepio turns to leave. Suddenly the door starts to rise with a horrific metallic grind. As soon as the door is open enough, Chartoo starts forward into the gloom. Togepio pauses, afraid, then realizes how far ahead Chartoo is and rushes in after the small poke'droid, The door lowers noisily behind them.]

Togepio: Oh, dear! Chartoo. Chartoo, I really don't think we should rush into all this!

[Chartoo continues down the corridor, with Togepio running faster to get away from a large mechanical spider.]

Togepio: Oh!, Chartoo! Chartoo, wait for meeeee!

JABBA'S PALACE-HALLWAY

[The door slams shut with a loud crash that echoes throughout the dark passageway. Chartoo suddenly bumps into a large, pig like
Gamorrean Guard and backs up quickly. Togepio runs up and takes one look at the brutes and shakes. One guard grunts an order and Chartoo beeps nervously.]

Togepio: Oh my! Just you deliver Master Bruke's message and get us out of here.

[A human-like alian with tentacles protruding from his skull (a Twi'lek) and the name of Bib Fortuna suddenly steps out of the darkness and walks towards them.]

Bib Fortuna: Die Wanna Wanga!
Togepio: [frightened] Oh, my! Die Wanna Wauaga. We -- we bring a message to your master, Jabba the Hutt.
Chartoo: a series of quick beeps.
Togepio: [continuing] ...and a gift. [sinks in, and turns to Chartoo] Gift, what gift?
Bib Fortuna: Nee Jabba no badda. Me chaade su goodie. [he strokes Chartoo and the little poke'droid back up and lets out a protestant array of beeps.]
Togepio: [to Bib] He says that our instructions are to give it only to Jabba himself.

[Bib thinks for a moment.]

Togepio: I'm terribly sorry. I'm afraid he's ever so stubborn about these sort of things.
Bib Fortuna: [angrily gesturing for the poke'droids to follow] Nudd Chaa!
[The poke'droids follow the Bib into the darkness, the guards trail behind.]
Togepio: [to Chartoo, quietly] I have a bad feeling about this.

JABBA'S THRONE ROOM

[The throne room doubles as the main the main hang-out room. Filling it is a most erratic array of creatures, the likes of which not even the Mos Eisley Spaceport could contend with, there appeared to be a band in the corner that was playing a very interesting form of music. The two nervous poke'droids were ushered into the poorly lit alcove a led to the leader of this eccentric crowd: Jabba the Hutt, a more repulsive underworld lord never existed; Jabba resembled an enormous slug, with bloated fat that loosely covered his whole body. Large orange eyes glowed out from a hideous face wearing a maniacal grin. Chained to the monster is a beautiful alien dancer (another Twi'lek) named Oola and resting at the foot, or rather tail, sits an obnoxious birdlike thing, Salacious Crumb. Bib whispers something in the slobbering degenerate's ear and Jabba aims a frightening laugh at the two poke'droids standing before him. Togepio bows politely.]

Togepio:Good morning.
Jabba the Hutt: Bo Shuda!

[The poke'droids step nervously forward into the light to be seen better.]

Togepio: The message, Chartoo, the message!
Chartoo: [whistles, and a thin beam of light projects from a lens on his head. The beam enhances to a hologram of Bruke, which grows large enough that everyone in the room can see him]
Hologram Bruke: [bows] Greetings, Exalted One. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Bruke Stonewalker, Jedi Knight and friend to Captain Solo. I know that you are powerful, mighty Jabba, and that your anger with Solo must be equally powerful. I seek an audience with Your Greatness to bargain for Solo's life. [Jabba's crowd laughs cruelly] With your wisdom, I'm sure that we can work out an arrangement which will be mutually beneficial and enable us to avoid any unpleasant confrontation. As a token of my goodwill, I present to you a gift: these two droids.
Togepio: [very startled by this] What did he say?!
Hologram Bruke: [continuing] ... Both are hardworking and will serve you well.
Togepio: [as Bruke's hologram disappears] This can't be! [hits Chartoo] Chartoo, you're playing the wrong message!

[Jabba laughs a deep unsettling laugh while Bib fills him in in Huttese]

Jabba: [in Huttese] There will be no bargain.
Togepio: We're doomed.
Jabba: [in Huttese] I will not give up my favorite decoration..............I like Captain Solo where he is!

[Jabba laughs again and indicates towards a small alcove on the far side of the room, there the poke'droids see hanging flat against the wall, Ashton Solo, still frozen in carbonite.]

Togepio: Chartoo, look! Captain Solo! And he's still frozen in carbonite.

DUNGEON CORRIDOR

[one of One of Jabba's Gamorrean guards marches Chartoo and Togepio down a dank, shadowy passageway lined with holding cells. The eerie crys of innumerable prisoners echo along the walls. Occasionally an arm reaches out pitifully, only to be shoved back in by the guards's spear.]

Chartoo: Beep!
Togepio: What could possibly have come over Master Bruke. Is it something I did? He never expressed any unhappiness with my work. Oh! Oh! Hold it! Ohh! [A large tentacle wraps around Togepio's neck. He manages to break free, and they move on to a door at the end of the corridor.]

BOILER ROOM

[The door slides open, revealing a room filled with steam and noisy machinery. The guard motions them into the boiler room, where they are met by a tall, thin humanoid, but mean looking, robot named EV-9D9. Behind the robot can be seen a torture rack pulling the legs off a screaming work droid. A second power droid is upside down. As smoking branding irons are pressed into his feet, the stubby robot lets out an agonized electronic scream. Chartoo and Togepio cringe as the guard grunts to EV-9D9.]

Eeveeninedenine: Ah, good. New acquisitions. You are a protocol droid, are you not?
Togepio: I am To-Gepio, human-cy...
Eeveeninedenine: [all business] Yes or no will do.
Togepio: Oh. Well, yes.
Eeveeninedenine: How many languages do you speak?
Togepio: I am fluent in over six million forms of communication, and i...
Eeveeninedenine: [cutting off] Splendid! We have been without an interpreter since our master became angry with our last protocol droid and disintegrated him.
Togepio: Disintegrated? [EV-9D9 indicates over to a rack where the appendages of a droid are being electrically melted off]
Eeveeninedenine: [to guard] Guard! This protocol droid might be useful. Fit him with a restraining bolt and take him back to His Excellency's main audience chamber. [the guard takes Togepio away]
Togepio: [moaning] Chartoo, don't leave me! Ohhh!

[Chartoo let's out a reassuring beep as Togepio disappears, then beeps an angry insult at EV-9D9.]

Eeveeninedenine: You're a feisty little one, but you'll soon learn some respect. I have need for you on the master's Sail Barge. And I think you'll fit in nicely.

[A poor droid screams as the branding irons are pressed against his feet again.]

JABBA'S THRONE ROOM

[Jabba and his hoard are in the midst of a rambunctious party. Creatures for every race dance, sing and and drool and make rude noises at Oola and a fat female dancer trow themselves around the dance floor to the music from the band. The act ends and the crowd claps.]

Jabba:[in Huttese] Do that again!

[A strange furry alien with a big mouth nods and starts to sing.]

Strange Band Member: OH! HA NODT HREHD VREAA!!

[the bands main singer, a bizarre alien by the name of Sy Snootles. She was rather large and was supported by very thin legs and her mouth was at the end of a long proboscis and tiny eyes were also on the ends of appendages just above her mouth.]

Sy Snootles: Naw wha doncy chu chu wha no mungna ningo to wha! Shi mieg iney foong to nwa ifie shoo new niengy ding wha! Foonga dine inte nee nee whuung te gee jee maunga doong krwaaaaaaaaa!
Strange Band Member: [taking over] FOODT JAHH DOOFFA NIERG NIERG JAEH KIHRT KWUFFA DIEGE KRAA!

[the band continues to play as Oola dances around. Jabba leers at her with a lustful gleam in his eyes and beckons Oola to come over. She stops dancing and tries to back away. Jabba starts to get angry and point emphatically to the spot next to him.]

Jabba: Dyoo Eitha!
Oola: [screams and shakes her head] Na Chuba negatorie Na! Na! Natoota...
Jabba: [furious that his wish is not heeded, pulls on the chain binding Oola. She pulls back and suddenly Jabba stops] Boscka!
Sy Snootles: [stops singing instantly] Oh oh!

[Jabba pushes a button and before the lovely Oola has a chance to react the floor opens beneath her and she falls down a tube and into a large camber where a monstrous Rancor waits. A growl is heard followed by a scream as Jabba and his hoard move to the grating to watch.]
[suddenly, everyones distracted by a gun shot. They look up to see a guard thrown brutally aside as an unearthly quiet sweeps the hideous gathering. On the far side of the room the crowd parts to let in a strangely dressed bounty hunter by the name of Boushh leading his captive: the hairy orange form of Ashton Solo's copilot; Churaicca the Wookiee.]

[Bib moves alongside his obese master and whispers something to him, indicating the bounty hunter and Churaicca. The bounty hunter probably glared under his mask but his emotions were well hidden, finally he speaks in an odd, electrically filtered tongue.]

Boushh: [in his native Ubese] I have come for the bounty on this Wookiee.
Togepio: [to himself] Oh, no! Churaicca!
Jabba: [in Huttese] At last we have the mighty Churaicca! [he laughs wickedly and beckons Togepio closer, who unwillingly advances.]
Togepio: Oh, uh, yes, uh, I am here, Your Worshipfulness. Uh... yes!

[Jabba continues talking and Boushh listens and studies the odd assortment of creatures in the room. Boba Fett stands in the corner.]

Togepio: [to Boushh] The illustrious Jabba bids you welcome and will gladly pay you the reward of twenty-five thousand.
Boushh: [in his native Ubese] I want fifty thousand. No less.
Togepio: [to Jabba] Fifty thousand, no less.

[Jabba launches into a rage and slams Togepio of the platform into a heap below. Jabba continues to rant in Huttese as Boushh waits. Togepio slowly gets back on the platform, now slightly dented with a green mark across his chest where Jabba hit him.]

Togepio: [nervously] ... but what, what did I say? [to Boushh] the mighty Jabba asks why he must pay fifty thousand.
Boushh: [holds up a small silver ball and activates a switch] Utay Uotahhh.
Togepio: Because he's holding a thermal detonator! Ohh!

[everyone in the room backs into hiding. Boba Fett readies his gun and the guards brandish their pikes. Jabba looks at the flashing silver ball and starts to laugh as if not care in the world.]

Jabba: [in Huttese] This bounty hunter is my kind of scum.......Fearless and inventive. [he continues on in Huttese.]
Togepio: [nervously] Jabba offers the sum of thirty-five. [pleadingly] And I do suggest you take it.

[Bib and the other monsters study the bounty hunter and wait for his reaction. Boushh releases a switch on the thermal detonator and it goes dead.]

Boushh: Zeebuss.
Togepio: He agrees!

[the erratic crowd comes out of hiding and in a few minutes the party returns to full normal. As the growling Churaicca is led away by several guards he spots Garyando Calrissian, disguised as a skiff guard in a partial face mask. The band starts a lively tune as Boushh leans against a column with gunfighter cool and glares at Boba Fett as he pats his weapon. Boba Fett returns the gesture.]

DUNGEON CORRIDOR AND CELL

[Several Gamorrean guards haul Churie roughly down the corridor. Churie's angry growls are more then then enough to keep the tentacles at bay. When they get to an empty cell it takes all the guards to force the Wookiee in and slam the door. Churie lets out a mournful howl and bans his head on the door.]

OUTSIDE THE PALACE-TATOOINE

[The palace is sitting in the light of the double sunset. On the road in front, a large toad-like creature flicks its tongue out for a desert rodent and burps in satisfaction.]

JABBA'S THRONE ROOM - NIGHT

[The room is silent, and a few drunken creatures snoring loudly are the only remnants of the fanatical party. The shadowy figure of the bounty hunter, Boushh, moves stealthily among the columns at the perimeter of the room. He picks his way around some immobile beings and walks up to the floating carbonite coffin of Ashton. The bounty hunter deactivates the force field suspending it and the block comes to a rest on the floor. He studies Ashton for a moment then sets to work punching various buttons, then the de-carbonizing lever. The case begins to emit a hum as the hard covering on Ashton's body melts off, when it's done, he falls to the floor with a thud. He appears quite dead. The bounty hunter waits for a moment then Ashton's eyes pop open and he begins to cough, Boushh steadies him.]

Boushh: [still with the electrically modified voice] Just relax for a moment. You're free of the carbonite. [Ash Moans and touches his face]
Boushh: Shhh. You have hibernation sickness.
Ash: [cold, clammy, and shaking] I can't see.
Boushh: Your eyesight will return in time.
Ash: Where am I?
Boushh: Jabba's palace.
Ash: [reaches up and touches Boushh's face mask] Who are you?

[The bounty hunter reaches up and lifts the helmet from his head, revealing the beautiful face of the red-headed Princess Misteia.]

Princess Misteia: Someone who loves you.
Ash: Misteia! [they kiss]
Misteia: I gotta get you out of here.

[As Misteia helps her weakened friend to stand up, the quiet is pierced by the victorious Huttese laugh from the other side of the room.]

Ash: Oh no, I know that laugh.

[the curtain opens revealing Jabba the Hutt, Bib, and the other alien cronies.]

Ash: Hey, Jabba. Look, Jabba, I was just on my way to pay you back, but I got a little sidetracked.................. It's not my fault!

[Jabba ignores him]

Jabba:[in Huttese] It's too late for that, Solo.... You may have been a good smuggler, but now you're Bantha fodder.
Ash: Look...
Jabba: [in Huttese] Take him away!

[The guards grab Ashton and start to lead him away.]

Ash:[desperately] Jabba... I'll pay you triple! You're throwing away a fortune here. Don't be a fool!

[The guards take him away and Garyando quickly moves forward in an attempt to lea Misteia away]

Jabba:[in Huttese] Bring her to me.

[Garyando and a second guard drag the beautiful young princess toward him. Togepio peeks out from behind, but quickly turns away in fear.]

Misteia: We have...powerful friends. You're gonna regret this...
Jabba: [in Huttese] I'm sure.

[Inexorably her lovely face moves to within a few inches of Jabba's ugly blob of a head, he burps and Misteia turns away in disgust.]

Misteia: Ugh!
Togepio: Ohhh, I can't bear to watch.

DUNGEON CELL

[The heavy metal door of the dungeon whines and slowly creaks open. A guard throws the blinded space captain into the dark cell and the door slams shut behind him, leaving only a thin sliver of light from a crack in the door. Ashton is trying to collect himself when suddenly a growl is heard from the far side of the cell. He jumps back against the cell door and listens.]

Ash:Churie? Churie, is that you?
Churie: [runs towards Ash and lifts him off the ground in a big Wookiee hug and dragging him into the light.] The giant Wookiee barks with glee.
Ash: I can't see, pal. What's goin' on?
Churie: barks an excited stream of information.
Ash: Bruke? Bruke's crazy. He can't even take care of himself, much less rescue anybody.
Churie: barks a reply.
Ash: [throughly confused] A...Jedi Knight?.............. I--I'm out of it for a little while, everybody gets delusions of grandeur!
Churie: [holds Ash to his chest and pets his head.] Grawawaw.
Ash: I'm all right, pal. I'm all right.

MAIN GATE AND HALL-JABBA'S PALACE

[With a great rumble, the main gate creaks open and a blazing light floods the deserted entranceway of the palace, the hooded silhouette of Bruke Stonewalker is seen as he strides purposefully inward towards the throne room. He is dressed in a simple black outfit and wears a robe similar to the one Sam Kenoaki used to wear. His arms are folded and he carries neither blaster or lightsaber. Two Gamorrean guards appear suddenly and block Bruke's path, but he simply raises his hand at them and they lower their spears and fall back. Bruke lowers his hand and continues.]
[Bib Fortuna walks hastily out of the gloom and speaks to Bruke, but seemingly he takes no notice and Bib must reverse his direction and hurry alongside the young Jedi in order to carry on the conversation. Several other guards fall in behind them in the darkness.]

Bruke Stonewalker: [purposefully] I must speak with Jabba.
Bib Fortuna: [shakes his head in denial] Answers in Huttese.
Bruke: [raises hand slightly and says calmly] You will take me to Jabba now.
Bib: [makes as if to object but stops as if in a trance] I will take me to Jabba now.

[Bruke follows Bib into the gloom.]

Bruke:[calmly] You serve your master well.
Bib: responds in Huttese.
Bruke: And you will be rewarded.

JABBA'S THRONE ROOM

[Jabba is asleep on his throne, with Misteia laying in front of him. Salacious sits by Jabba's tail, almost asleep. Misteia is now dressed in the skimpy iron bikini of a dancing girl, with a chain running from a neck band to Jabba's hand. Togepio stands behind Jabba as Bib walks up to the obese slug.]

Togepio: At last! Master Bruke's come to rescue me!
Bib: Master!

[Jabba snaps awake and Bib continues.]

Bib: ...Bruke Stonewalker, Jedi Knight.
Jabba: [in Huttese, mildly angry] I told you not to admit him!
Bruke: I must be allowed to speak.
Bib: [in Huttese] He must be allowed to speak.

[Jabba becomes very angry and clobbers Bib, knocking him off the throne/platform.]

Jabba:[fairly furious, in Huttese] You weak-minded fool! He's using an old Jedi mind trick.
Bruke: [Stares hard at Jabba, with seemingly closed eyes, and says strongly] You will bring Captain Solo and the Wookiee to me.
Jabba: [in Huttese.] Your mind powers will not work on me, boy. [laughs]
Bruke: [undaunted] Nevertheless, I'm taking Captain Solo, and his friends. You can either profit by this... or be destroyed. It's your choice. But I warn you not to underestimate my powers.

[Jabba's laugh is laud and cruel. Togepio attempts to warn Bruke about the pit.]

Togepio: Master Bruke, you're standing on...
Jabba: [in Huttese.] There will be no bargain, young Jedi....I shall enjoy watching you die.

[Bruke quickly reaches out and a blaster flies out of a guards hand and into Bruke's. The bewildered guard grabs for it, but Jabba just raises his arm.]

Jabba:Bascka!

[The floor suddenly opens up and Bruke and the hapless guard fall into the pit. The blaster goes off and blasts a hole in the ceiling before Bruke drops it. Jabba laughs as his minions move him over the viewing area, Misteia starts forward but is held back by a human guard; one she recognizes as Garyando Calrissian. She makes to say something but he snakes his head no.]

RANCOR PIT

[Bruke and the guard drop thirty feet from a chute into the dungeon-like room, Bruke gets to he feet as the guard squeals hysterically for help. A crowd gather around the top of the pit as the huge door to the far side of the pit screeches open.]

Togepio: [panicked] Oh, no! The Rancor!

[The door fully opens revealing the giant, fanged Rancor. The guard runs to the chute and frantically tries to clime up, but to no avail as the monstrous beast closes in on him; he squeals loudly as it grabs him and swallows whole. The crowd above cheers at the guard's fate.]
[The Rancor then turns on Bruke and the young Jedi dodges away and grabs a long leg-bone from an earlier victim just as the beast grabs him, and as the beast raises Bruke to it's mouth,he wedges the monster's mouth open, causing it to drop him in surprise. It bellows in rage and trashes around as Bruke runs past it and squeezes into a small crevice in the wall, and notices a utility door in the back of the holding cave, he starts to move but the monster cruses the bone and eyes him furiously. The Rancor reaches into the crevice after Bruke, but he grabs a sharp rock and slams it into the fat finger proding for him, the beast roars in pain and withdraws it's hand as Bruke runs for the holding cave door.]
[The Rancor lets out a roar as Bruke reaches the door and pushes the button to open it, when he succeeds, he sees a heavy iron gate between him and safety and beyond it two guards look up from their dinner. Bruke sees the monster rapidly moving towards him and pulls frantically on the door, but the guards laugh and move to the door to poke at the young Jedi with their spears. Suddenly, Bruke notices a control panel halfway up on the opposite wall and when the Rancor starts coming through the door, he hurls a rock at the panel and the giant door comes crashing down on the beast's head, crushing it to the great infinity.]
[A startled gasp is heard from the stunned court. There's consternation at this turn of events. Heads look to Jabba, who is actually turning red with anger. Misteia cannot suppress her joy. Jabba utters harsh commands to his guards and they hurry off.]

Jabba:[furiously, in Huttese] Bring me Solo and the Wookiee! They will all suffer for this outrage!

RANCOR PIT

[The Rancor keepers burst into the cage and examine the very dead creature. One of them breaks down and weeps uncontrollably, the other glares at Bruke and tries to comfort his friend. Several guards burst in the room and haul Bruke roughly away]

JABBA'S THRONE ROOM

[the bizarre assortment of guests parts as Ashton and Churaicca and led into the throne room, while the other guards drag Bruke up the steps.]

Bruke: Ash!
Ash: Bruke!
Bruke: Are you all right?
Ash: Fine. Together again, huh?
Bruke: Wouldn't miss it.
Ash: How are we doing?
Bruke: The same as always.
Ash: That bad, huh? Where's Misteia?
Misteia: I'm here.

[Togepio stands behind the hideous slug as he strokes Misteia like a cat, Several of the guards, including Garyando, bring Luke from the other side of the room, Boba Fett is with them.]
[Togepio steps forward and translates for the captives.]

Togepio: His High Exaltedness, the great Jabba the Hutt, has decreed that you are to be terminated immediately.
Ash: [sarcastically] Good, I hate long waits.
Togepio: You will therefore be taken to the Dune Sea and cast into the pit of Carkoon, the nesting place of the all-powerful Sarlacc.
Ash: [to Bruke] Doesn't sound so bad.
Togepio: [continuing] In his belly, you will find a new definition of pain and suffering, as you are slowly digested over a...thousand years.
Ash: On second thought, let's pass on that, huh?
Churie: barks his agreement.
Bruke: [confident] You should have bargained, Jabba. That's the last mistake you'll ever make! [Jabba laughs at this.]

[As the guards drag the prisoners from the throne room, a loud cheer rises from the crowd. Misteia and Churie exchange concerned looks, but Bruke Stonewalker, Jedi warrior, cannot suppress a smile.]

TATOOINE DUNE SEA-SKIFF

[Jabba's huge sail barge moves above the desert surface accompanied by two smaller Skiffs. One of the skiffs glides close, revealing Bruke, Ashton, and Churie -- all in bonds -- surrounded by guards, one of whom is Garyando in disguise.]

Ash:I think my eyes are getting better. Instead of a big dark blur, I see a big light blur.
Bruke: There's nothing to see. I used to live here, you know.
Ash: You're gonna die here, you know. Convenient.
Bruke: Just stick close to Churie and Garyando. I've taken care of everything.
Ash: [uncomforted] Oh... great!

SAIL BARGE OBSERVATION DECK

[Jabba the Hutt rides like a sultan in the massive antigravity ship, with him is his entire hoard drinking, eating, and having a good time. Misteia is watching her friends on the skiff when the chain attached to her neck is pulled tight and Jabba tugs the scantily clad princess to him.]

Jabba:[in Huttese] Soon you will learn to appreciate me. [Misteia doesn't look too sure of that.]

[As Togepio walks around the sail barge inhabitants, he suddenly bumps into a smaller poke'droid who was serving drinks, spilling them all over the floor. The rumpled poke'droid spits an angry series of beeps and whistles.]

Togepio:Oh, I'm terribly sor... Chartoo! What are you doing here?
Chartoo: Beeps a reply
Togepio: Well, I can see you're serving drinks, but this place is dangerous! They're going to execute Master Bruke and, if we're not careful, us too!
Chartoo: whistles an almost carefree response.
Togepio: Hmmpf. I wish I had your confidence.

SARLACC PIT

[The convoy moves up and over the huge sand pit. The Sail Barge stops to one side of the depression, as does the escort skiff, while the prisoner's skiff moves out directly over the center and hovers. At the bottom of the deep cone of sand is a repulsive, throat-like hole lined with thousands of needle-sharp teeth, various fanged proboscises protrude from the creature; this is the Sarlacc. A plank is extended from the skiff and a guard releases Bruke's bonds and shoves him out onto it.]

SAIL BARGE OBSERVATION DECK

[Jabba and Misteia are now by the rail, watching. Togepio leans forward and the nauseating villain mumbles something to him. As Togepio steps up to a comlink, Jabba raises his arm and the motley array of bizarre aliens falls silent. Togepio's voice is amplified across loudspeakers.]

Togepio: Victims of the almighty Sarlacc: His Excellency hopes that you will die...honorably. But should any of you wish to beg for mercy, the great Jabba the Hutt will now listen to your pleas.

SKIFF DECK

Ash: [steps forward and says arrogantly] Togepio, you tell that slimy piece of... worm-ridden filth he'll get no such pleasure from us! [to Churie] Right?
Bruke: Jabba! This is your last chance.... Free us or die.

[Garyando moves unobtrusively into position along the skiff.]

SAIL BARGE OBSERVATION DECK

[The assembled hoard rolls with mocking laughter at Bruke as Chartoo zips unnoticed up the ramp to the upper deck. Jabba's laughter subsides as he speaks into the comlink.]

Jabba: [in Huttese] Move him into position!

SAIL BARGE-UPPER DECK

[Chartoo appears from below and zips over to the rail facing the pit. Below, in the skiff, Bruck is prodded by a guard to the edge of the plank above the gaping Sarlacc, he looks up at Chartoo and gives, presumably, a final salute: the signal the little poke'droid has been waiting for. A flap opens in Chartoo's domed head.]

Jabba:[in Huttese] Put him in!

SKIFF - PLANK

[Luke is prodded and jumps off the plank to the cheers of the bloodthirsty spectators, but before anyone can even perceive what is happening, he spins around and grabs the end of the plank by his fingertips. The plank bends wildly from his weight and catapults him skyward. In midair he does a complete flip and drops down on the end of the plank in the same spot he just vacated, but facing the skiff, he casually extends an open palm and his lightsaber, which Artoo has sent arcing toward him, drops into his hand.]
[With samurai speed Bruke ignites it and attacks the guard who prodded him off the plank, sending the hapless monster screaming overboard. The other guards swarm toward Bruke and he wades into them, lightsaber flashing, while Garyando struggles with another guard at the back of the skiff.]

SARRLACC PIT

[the bewildered guard lands in the soft, sandy slope of the pit, and begins sliding. He claws desperately as a Sarlacc proboscis grabs him and pulls him, screaming, into the gaping void.]

SAIL BARGE-OBSERVATION DECKS

[Jabba watches this and explodes in rage. He barks commands, and the guards around him rush off to do his bidding, while The erratic creatures watching the action from the window are in an uproar.]

SKIFF DECK

[Bruke knocks another guard off the skiff and into the waiting mouth of the Sarlacc and starts to untie Churie's bonds.]

Bruke:Easy, Churie.

[At that moment, the deck gunmen on the sail barge unleash a series of blasts from a big cannon on the upper deck and Garyando is tossed from the deck of the rocking skiff. He manages to grab a rope, and dangles desperately above the Sarlacc pit.]

Garyando: [panicked] Whoa! Whoa! Heeellllp!

UPPER DECK - SAIL BARGE

[With two swift strides, the dangerous Boba Fett ignites his rocket pack, leaps into the air, and flies from the barge down to the skiff.]

SKIFF DECK

[Boba Fett lands on the skiff and starts to aim his laser gun at Luke, who has just freed Ashton and Churie from their bonds, But before Boba can fire, the young Jedi spins on him, lightsaber sweeping, and hacks the bounty hunter's gun in half.]
[Immediately, the skiff takes another direct hit from the barge's deck gun. Shards of skiff deck fly. Churie and Ashton are thrown against the rail.]

Ash: Churie, you okay? Where are you?
Churie: [was wounded as he crashed into the railing and howl in pain]

[For a second, Bruke is distracted with another guard and Boba Fett seizes the moment the fire cable from his armored sleeve and Bruke's arms are instantly pined to his sides, leaving only wrist movement. Bruke makes use of this to bend his lightsaber upward to cut the cable and he shrugs it off and stands free just as another blast from the Barge's deck gun hits near where Boba and the bounty hunter is knocked unconscious to the deck]

Garyando: [hanging, and more then a little concerned] Ash!! Churie!!
Ash: [turning] Garyando!

[Bruke is momentarily remains standing as a fusillade brackets him. The second skiff, loaded with guards firing their weapons, moves in on him fast and the young Jedi jumps towards it and lands squarely in the middle and begins decimating the guards from their midst.]
[Churie tries to stand on the wildly shaking deck and barks orders to Ashton, guiding him to a spear dropped by one of the guards and after a few minutes he succeeds. Meanwhile, Boba Fett, badly shaken, rises from the deck. He looks over at the other skiff, where Luke is whipping a mass of guards and raises his arm to fire his lethal appendage, but at that moment Churie sees him and barks and order to Ashton.]

Ash: Boba Fett?! Boba Fett?! Where? [The space pirate spins around blindly and the long spear in his hand slams squarely into Boba's rocket pack and causing it to ignite.]

[The unexpected force sends Boba Fett flying like a missile over the two skiffs and smashing against the side of the sail barge before sliding into the pit. He lets a last desperate scream as his armored body make it's last flight past Garyando and into the waiting mouth of the Sarlacc. The Sarlacc give a satisfied burp. Churie growls a congratulatory to Ashton.]

SAIL BARGE

[Misteia turns from the spectacle outside, leaps onto Jabba's throne, and throws the chain that enslaves her over his head around his bulbous neck, she Then dives off the other side of the throne, pulling the chain violently in her grasp. Jabba's flaccid neck contracts beneath the tightening chain and his huge eyes bulge from their sockets and his scum-coated tongue flops out. The Exalted Hutt's huge tail spasms through its death throes and then slams down into final stillness. Misteia struggles to free herself of her bondage.]

SKIFF DECK

[Bruke, meanwhile, continues to destroy the aliens on the guards' skiff, as Ashton extends his spear downward to Garyando, who is still dangling precariously from a rope on the prisoner's skiff.]

Ash: Garyando, grab it!
Garyando: Lower it!
Ash: I'm trying!

[A major hit from the barge deck gun knocks the skiff on its side, and Ashton and almost everything else on board slides overboard. The rope breaks, and Garyando falls to the side of the Sarlacc pit. Luckily, Ash's foot catches on the skiff railing and he dangles above Garyando and the pit. The helpless Wookiee holds onto the skiff for dear life as another hit from the deck gun rocks the skiff violently.]

Ash: Whoa! Whoa! Grab me, Churie! I'm slipping!!
Churie: [Churie grabs hold of Ash's feet, holding him upside down, as Ash extends the spear toward Garyando, who is clutching desperately to the side of the pit.] Grewrowlaw!!
Ash: Grab it! G--Garyando. Grab!

[Bruck finally finishes off the last guard on the second skiff and sees the deck gun blasting away at his helpless companions. He leaps from the skiff, across a huge chasm of air, to the sheer metallic side of the sail barge, barely able to get a fingerhold, he begins a painful clime up the hull when suddenly, a window opens next to Bruke and an ax slams down an inch from his head. With Jedi agility, Bruke grasps the wrist holding the ax and yanks the helpless guard through the open portal and into the deadly pit.]
[Churie reaches down to get a better grasp on Ashton, who in turn is blindly reaching down toward the desperate Garyando, who managed to stop his slippage downward by laying very still, but every time he reaches for Ashton's spear the loose sand move him a little closer toward his final destiny.]

Ash: Grab it! Almost... You almost got it!
Garyando: Hold it! Whoa! [Again Ash tries to extend the spear towards Garyando.]
Ash: Gently now. All... all right. Now easy, easy. Hold me, Churie!

[Just as Garyando grabs the spear, he screams; as one of the Sarlacc's tentacles has wrapped itself around his and is starting to drag him.]

Ash:Churie! Churie, give me the gun. Don't move, Garyando!
Garyando: No, wait! I thought you were blind!
Ash: It's all right. Trust me. Don't move.
Garyando: No, wait! A little higher! Just a little higher!

[Ash adjusts his aim as Garyando lowers his head, and the fuzzy-eyed pirate fires at the tentacle scoring a Direct hit. The tentacle releases Garyando with a scream, and Churie starts to pull them on board the skiff.]

Ash: Churie, Pull us up! Come on! Okay... up, Churie, up!

UPPER GUN DECK-SAIL BARGE

[The deck gunners have Churie and the desperate, dangling human chain in their gun sights when something up on deck commands their attention: Bruke, standing before them like a pirate king, ignites his lightsaber. The deck gunners have barely reached for their blasters before the young Jedi has demolished them, immediately, Luke turns to see two more gunners racing for him, firing their blasters.]

SAIL BARGE-OBSEVATION DECK

[Misteia is struggling against her chains in desperation as Chartoo zips through the tumult of confused monsters to the rescue; the stubby little poke'droid extends a small flame saw and blasts the chain apart.]

Misteia: Come on. We gotta get out of here.

[Chartoo and Misteia race for the exit, passing Togepio, who is kicking and screaming as Salacious Crumb, the reptilian monkey- bird picks out one of the golden poke'droid's eyes.]

Togepio: Not my eyes! Chartoo, help! Quickly, Chartoo. Oh! Ohhh!

[Chartoo zips over and zaps Salacious with a flamethrower, sending him skyward with a scream, crashing into the rafters as Chartoo, Misteia, and Togepio (struggling to fix his eye) hurry off.]

EXIT UPPER GUN DECK-SAIL BARGE

[Bruck is warding off an onslaught of laser blasts with his lightsaber, surrounded by guards he fights viciously. Misteia emerges from the deck as Bruke takes out another attacker.]

Bruck:[to Misteia] Get the gun! Point it at the deck!

[Misteia turns toward the barge cannon, climbs on the platform, and swivels the gun around.]

Bruck:Point it at the deck

[A laser blast hits Bruck's mechanical hand and he bends over in pain, but manages to swing his lightsaber upward and takes out the last of the guards. He looks at the wounded hand, which reveals the mechanism but luckily as he flexes the hand; it still works.]
[Near the rail of he upper deck, Togepio and Chartoo steady themselves as Togepio prepares to jump. Chartoo beeps wildly.]

Togepio: Chartoo, where are we going? I couldn't possibly jump.

[Chartoo ignores Togepio and butts the protesting poke'droid over the edge, then unfolds his mechanical wings and land as gracefully as a droid can, which isn't very, in the sand.]
[Bruke runs along the empty deck toward Misteia and the barge gun, which she has brought around and pointed down at the deck.]

Bruke: Come on! [he grabs one of the rigging ropes of the barge and gathers Misteia in his other arm then, kicking the gun trigger, he swings off towards the skiff as the gun explodes.]

SKIFF DECK

[Ashton leans, panting, against the rail as Churie helps a grateful Garyando onto the deck. Bruke and Misteia land on the skiff with flair.]

Bruke: Let's go! And don't forget the droids.
Garyando: [happy to be alive] We're on our way!

[Togepio's legs stick straight up from the dune where he landed. Next to it, Chartoo's periscope is the only thing above the sand. The skiff floats above them and two large electromagnets dangle down on a wire. With a loud clang, both droids are pulled from the sand.]

DUNE SEA

[The little skiff skips around the burning Sail Barge, which continues its chain of explosions. As the skiff races off across the desert, the barge settles to the sand and disappears in one final conflagration.]

SPACE ABOVE TATOOINE

[The desolate yellow planet fills the screen, Bruke's X-wing appears and peels off to the left. A moment later, the Millennium Fearow appears as a dot and grows huge, to rear off to the right.]

BRUKE'S X-WING - COCKPIT

[Bruke is at the controls, with Chartoo attached behind him outside the canopy, Bruke fiddles with the controls and suddenly hears a sound of mechanical circuitry. Discovering that it's his damaged hand, he frowns and pulls a black leather glove over it as he talks with the others in the Millennium Fearow.]

Bruke: I'll meet you back at the fleet.
Misteia: [over comlink] Hurry. The Alliance should be assembled by now.
Bruke: [smiles to himself] I will.
Ash: [over comlink] Hey, Luke, thanks. Thanks for comin' after me. I owe you one.
Bruke: laughs.

MILLENNIUN FEAROW-COCKPIT

Ash: [looks dubiously at Garyando, obviously remembering his friend's betrayal and subsequent aide] Guess I owe you some thanks, too, Garyando.

Garyando:Figured if I left you frozen like that you'd just give me bad luck the rest of my life, so I might as well get you unfrozen sooner or later.

Misteia: He means "You're welcome."

BRUKE'S X-WING - COCKPIT

[An electronic message appears over Bruke's screen and the computer translates it. Bruke smiles at it and replies.]

Bruke:That's right, Chartoo. We're going to the Celabah system. I have a promise to keep... to an old friend.

SPACE - DEATH STAR AND ENDOR

[A massive Super Star Destroyer and several other ships of the Imperial Fleet rest in

space above the half-completed Death Master Ball and the small, green moon of Endor. Four squads of TRIE fighters escort an Imperial shuttle toward the Death Master Ball.]

[The scene shows the Imperial shuttle fly around the Star Destroyers and make a graceful landing the main docking bay, where Lord Vader strides down the hallway, accompanied by a very nervous Death Master Ball commander.]

DOCKING BAY - DEATH STAR

[Thousands of Imperial Rocket Troops in a tight formation fill the behemoth docking bay. Vader and the officer walk down the the rows of troops to the landing platform, where the shuttle had just come to rest.]

[The shuttle's ramp lowers and the Emperor's Royal Guards come out and create a lethal perimeter. The assembled troops move to rigid attention with a momentous snap, then in the tense silence that follows the decrepit figure of Emperor Palpatine is seen coming down the ramp with the aid of a gnarled cane. Hi wears a black hooded robe that completely covers his body and his face is shrouded, though one can still see that the sallow skin hangs in loose folds and the sunken yellow eyes are piercing. Commander Jerjerrod and Darth Vader kneel to him and the Ultimate Lord of the Sith beckons to Slate Vader.]

Emperor Palpatine: [with a deep, croaky voice] Rise, my friend.

[Vader rises and falls in next to the Emperor as he slowly makes his way along the rows of troops. Jerjerrod and the other commanders stay kneeling until the Lord of the Sith and Vader, followed by several of the Emperor's red cloaked Imperial guards, pass by; only then do they join in the procession.]

Slate Vader: The Death Master Ball will be completed on schedule.

Emperor: You have done well, Lord Vader. And now I sense you wish to continue your search for young Stonewalker.

Vader: Yes, my Master.

Emperor: Patience, my friend. In time he will seek you out. And when he does, you must bring him before me. He has grown strong. Only together can we turn him to the dark side of the Force.

Vader: As you wish.

Emperor: Everything is proceeding as I have foreseen. [He laughs wickedly to himself as they pass along the vast line of Imperial Rocket Troops.]

YABRA'S HOUSE-EXTERIOR-CELABAH

[Chartoo is once again confined to waiting outside beside Bruke's X-Wing Fighter, properly landed this time, in the damp environs of the swamp planet, and he's none too happy about it. He beeps dejectedly to himself and turns to look at Yabra's cottage, Warm yellow light escapes the oddly shaped windows to fight the gloom and Chartoo whistles more unhappily.]

YABRA'S HOUSE

[The tip of a walking stick taps hesitantly across the earthen floor of the cottage and the view travels up to small brown hand that clutches it, then to the familiar face of Yabra, the Supreme Jedi Master. His his eyes no longer shine with strength, his tail limp and the few hairs on his brown head are gray and thin but his voice remains cheerful.]

Yabra: Hmm. That face you make. Look I so old to your young eyes?

[Bruke is sitting in a corner of the cramped space and, indeed, his look has been woeful. Caught, he tries to hide it.]

Bruke:No... of course not.

Yabra: [not fooled he chuckles] I do,.....yes, I do!.... Sick have I become. Old and weak. [points a crooked finger] When nine hundred years old you reach, look as good you will not. Hmm? [He smiles at this, then coughs and hobbles over toward his bed.]

Yabra: Soon will I rest. Yes,...forever sleep....... Earned it, I have. [He sits himself on his bed, with great effort.]

Bruke: [distraught] Master Yoda, you can't die!

Yabra: [calmly] Strong am I with the Force... but not that strong. Twilight is upon me and soon night must fall. That is the way of things... the way of the Force.

Bruke: [pleadingly] But I need your help. I've come back to complete the training!

Yabra:No more training do you require. Already know you that which you need. [he sighs heavily, coughs, and lies back on his bed.]

Bruke:Then I am a Jedi?

Yabra:[turns with difficulty and shakes his head] Nooo!.....Not yet. One thing remains: Vader. You must confront Vader. Then, only then, a Jedi will you be. And confront him you will.

Bruke: [mentally writhing in agony, and stays silent for a long time screwing up his courage, finally he is able to ask:] Master Yabra... is Slate Vader my father?

Yabra: Mmm... rest I need. Yes... rest.

Bruke: [watching Yabra, every moment an age] Yabra, I must know.

Yabra: [turns away sadly and says quietly] Your father he is.

[Bruke reacts with a thunderstruck silence, not really knowing how to take it in. finally after a long moment Yabra speaks.]

Yabra: Told you, did he?

Bruke:Yes.....

Yabra: [A new look of concern crosses his face and he closes his eyes.] Unexpected this is, and unfortunate...

Bruke: [confused] Unfortunate that I know the truth?

Yabra: [Yabra opens his eyes again and studies the youth. Then, gathering all his strength,] No. Unfortunate that you rushed to face him............ that incomplete was your training......... Not ready.. for the burden.... were you!

Bruke: Yabra I'm sorry.

Yabra:Remember, a Jedi's strength flows from the Force. But beware. Anger, fear, aggression.The dark side are they. Once you start down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny! [he beckons the young Jedi closer to him] Bruke...Bruke...Do not...Do not underestimate the powers of the Emperor,

or suffer your father's fate, you will. [with great difficulty] Bruke, when gone am I [cough],...........the last of the Jedi will you be.

[If possible, Bruke becomes even more depressed and he look at Yabra sadly.]

Yabra: [struggling with death, he fights to tell Bruke his final words] Bruke,.... the Force runs strong in your family........ Pass on what you have learned, Bruke...Bruke......There is...another...S-stone......Stone...walkkkerrrrr.

[The ancient Master of the Jedi takes a final breath then relaxes into the great void. Bruke kneels before his fallen master as his body gently fades away.]

CELABAH SWAMP-X-WING

[Bruke wanders back to where his ship is sitting, Chartoo beeps a greeting, but is ignored by his downcast master. Bruke kneels down, begins to help Chartoo with the ship, then stops and shakes his head dejectedly.]

Bruke: I can't do it, Chartoo. I can't go on alone.

Sam:[voices through he swamp] Yabra will always be with you.

Bruke:[looks up to see the shimmering image of old, bearded, Sam Kenoaki] Obi-Wan!......... Why didn't you tell me?

[The ghost of Sam Kenoaki remains silent as he approaches Bruke through the swamp.]

Bruke:You told me Vader betrayed and murdered my father.

Sam: You father was seduced by the dark side of the Force. He ceased to be Anaflint Stonewalker and became Slate Vader. When that happened, the good man who was your father was destroyed. So what I have told you was true... from a certain point of view.

Bruke: [angrily] A certain point of view!

Sam: Bruke, you're going to find that many of the truths we cling to depend greatly on our own point of view.

Bruke: [Remains unresponsive.]

Sam:I don't blame you for being angry. If I was wrong in what I did, it certainly wouldn't have been for the first time. You see, in a way, what happened to your father was my fault.

Bruke:Turns to listen.

Sam: When I first knew him, your father was already a great pilot. But I was amazed how strongly the Force was with him. I took it upon myself to train him as a Jedi. I thought that I could instruct him just as well as Yabra. I was wrong. My pride has had terrible consequences for the galaxy.

Bruke: There's still good in him.

Sam: He is more machine now than man. Twisted and evil.

Bruke: I can't do it, Sam.

Sam: You cannot escape your destiny.

Bruke: I tried to stop him once. I couldn't do it.

Sam: Vader humbled you when first you met him, Bruke... but that experience was part of your training. It taught you, among other things, the value of patience. Had you not been so impatient to defeat Vader then, you could have finished your training here with Yabra. You would have been prepared.

Bruke:[defensive] But I had to help my friends.

Sam: [grinning at Luke's indignation] And did you help them? It was they who had to save you. You achieved little by rushing back prematurely, I fear.

Bruke:I found out Slate Vader was my father.

Sam:To be a Jedi, Bruke, you must confront and then go beyond the dark side - the side your father couldn't get past. Impatience is the easiest door - for you, like your father. Only, your father was seduced by what he found on the other side of the door, and you have held firm. You're no longer so reckless now, Bruke. You have grown strong and patient. And now, you must face Darth Vader again!

Bruke: I can't kill my own father!

Sam:Then the Emperor has already won. You were our only hope.

Bruke:[questioningly] Yoda spoke of another.

Sam: The other he spoke of is your twin sister.

Bruke: But I have no sister.

Sam: Hmm. To protect you both from the Emperor, you were hidden from your father when you were born. The Emperor knew, as I did, if Anaflint were to have any offspring, they would be a threat to him. That is the reason why your sister remains safely anonymous.

Bruke: [thinks hard for a long moment, then a unexpected insight catches him.] Misteia! Misteia's my sister!?

Sam: Your insight serves you well....... Bury your feelings deep down, Luke. They do you credit. But they could be made to serve the Emperor.

[Bruke looks off into the distance, trying to comprehend all this.]

SPACE-REBEL FLEET

[The vast Rebel Fleet stretches as far as the eye can see. Overhead a dozen small Corellian battleships fly in formation. Fighters and

battlecruisers surround the largest of the Rebel Star Cruisers, the Headquarters Frigate.]

HEADQUARTERS FRIGATE-MAIN BRIEFING ROOM

[Hundreds of Rebel commanders of all races and forms are assembled in the War Room, Redgie Antilies is among them In the center of the room is a holographic model depicting the half-completed Imperial Death Master Ball, the nearby Moon of Endor, and the protecting deflector shield.]

[Mon Mothma, one of the main leaders of the Rebel Alliance, enters the room; she is a stern yet beautiful woman in her fifties, with shoulder length hair and a flowing white dress. Conferring with her are several military leaders, including General Madine, a strongly built, bearded man, and Admiral Arbok, a salmon colored snake-like alien. Both are dressed in the cream colored uniforms of their ranks. Garyando moves through the crowd until he finds Ashton (who is now dressed back in his familiar black pants with the captain stripe, white shirt black vest, red hat and his belt with his blaster and pokeballs), and Churie, standing next to Misteia and the two poke'droids. Ashton peers at Garyando's new cape and the insignia on his chest, and is amused.]

Ash: [amused] Well, look at you, a general, huh?

Garyando: Oh, well, someone must have told them about my little maneuver at the battle of Taanab.

Ash: [sarcastically] Well, don't look at me, pal. I just said you were a fair pilot. I didn't know they were lookin' for somebody to lead this crazy attack.

Garyando: [smiling] I'm surprised they didn't ask you to do it.

Ash: [jokingly] Well, who says they didn't. But I ain't crazy. You're the respectable one, remember?

[Mon Mothma signals for attention, and the room falls silent.]

Mon Mothma: The Emperor has made a critical error and the time for our attack has come.

[This causes a stir. Mon Mothma turns to a holographic model of the Death Master Ball, the Endor moon and the protecting deflector shield in the center of the room.]

Mon Mothma: The data brought to us by the Bothan spies pinpoints the exact location of the Emperor's new battle station. We also know that the weapon systems of this Death Master Ball are not yet operational. With the Imperial Fleet spread throughout the galaxy in a vain effort to engage us, it is relatively unprotected. But most important of all, we've learned that the Emperor himself is personally overseeing the final stages of the construction of this Death Master Ball. [solemnly] Many Bothans died to bring us this information......... Admiral Arbok, please.

[Admiral Arbok steps forward and points to the Death Master Ball's force field and the Moon of Endor.]

Arbok: You can see here the Death Master Ball orbiting the forest Moon of Endor. Although the weapon systems on this Death Master Ball are not yet operational, the Death Master Ball does have a strong defense mechanism. It is protected by an energy shield,

which is generated from the nearby forest Moon of Endor. The shield must be deactivated if any attack is to be attempted. Once the shield is down, our cruisers will create a perimeter, while the fighters fly into the superstructure and attempt to knock out the main reactor.

[There is a concerned murmur among the crowd.]

Arbok: [continuing] General Calrissian has volunteered to lead the fighter attack

Ash:[turns towards Garyando with a look of mock respect] Good luck.

[Garyando looks back with with an equally mocking glare]

Ash: You're gonna need it.

Arbok:General Madine.

General Madine: [moving to the speaking platform] We have stolen a small Imperial shuttle. Disguised as a cargo ship, and using a secret Imperial Rocket code, a strike team will land on the moon and deactivate the shield generator.

[The assembly begins to mumble nervously among themselves.]

Togepio: Sounds dangerous.

Misteia: [to Ash] I wonder who they found to pull that off.

General Madine: [unknowingly answering the question] General Solo, is your strike team assembled?

Misteia: [Startled, she looks up at Ash, surprise changing to admiration.]

Ash:[knows her shock] Uh, my team's ready. I don't have a command crew for the shuttle.

Churaicca: [Raises his hairy paw and volunteers. Ash looks up at him.]

Ash: Well, it's gonna be rough, pal. I didn't want to speak for you.

Churaicca:[Waves that off with a huge growl.]

Ash: [smiles] There's one.

Misteia: [smiles] Uh, General... count me in.

Bruck's voice: I'm with you, too!

[The crowd turns and sees Commander Stonewalker, they part and Bruke walks up to his friends]

[Misteia moves to embrace him but senses a change in his psyche and looks into his eyes questioningly]

Misteia: What is it?

Bruke: [hesitantly] Ask me again sometime.

[Ashton Churaicca and Garyando crowd around Bruke as the assembly breaks up.]

Ash: Bruke!

Bruke: [nods] Hi, Ash... Churie.....Garyando.

Chartoo: Beep beep, whistle, beep!

Togepio: "Exciting" is hardly the word I would use.

HEADQUARTERS FRIGATE-MAIN DOCKING BAY

[The Millennium Fearow rests beyond the stolen Imperial Rocket Shuttle, which seems to to glare maliciously at the Rebel ships in the docking bay. Churie barks a farewell to Garyando and leads the two poke'droids up the ramp, now crowded with the Rebel strike team loading weapons and supplies, Garyando turns to face Ashton as Bruke and Misteia help load gear.]

Ash: Look, I want you to take her. I mean it, take her. You need all the help you can get. She's the fastest ship in the fleet.

Garyando: All right, old buddy. You know, I know what she means to you. I'll take good care of her. She-she won't get a scratch. All right?

Ash: [looks at him with mixed expressions] Right, I got your promise now: Not a scratch.

Garyando: [laughs] Would you get going, you pirate.

[Ashton and Garyando pause, then exchange salutes and start to walk to their ships.]

Garyando: Good luck.

Ash: You, too.

IMPERIAL ROCKET SHUTTLE-COCKPIT

[Bruke is working on a back control panel as Ashton comes in and takes the pilot's seat. Churie, in the seat next to him, is trying to figure out all the Imperial controls.]

Ash:You got her warmed?

Bruke: Yeah, she's comin' up.

Churie: Growls a complaint.

Ash: No, I don't think the Rocket Empire had Wookiees in mind when they designed her, Churie.

Misteia: Comes in from the hold and takes a seat near Bruke.

[Churie barks and hits some switches. Ash's glance has stuck sadly on something out the windshield: the Millennium Fearow, Leia nudges him gently.]

Misteia:Hey, are you awake?

Ash:Yeah, I just got a funny feeling. Like I'm not gonna see her again.

[Churie, hearing this, stops his activity and looks longingly out at the Fearow, too. Misteia puts a hand on Ashton's shoulder.]

Misteia:[gently] Come on, General, let's move.

Ash: [snapping back to life] Right. Churie, let's see what this piece of junk can do. Ready, everybody?

Bruke:All set.

Togepio: [unhappy] Here we go again.

Ash:All right, hang on.

SPACE-THE REBEL FLEET

[The stolen Imperial shuttle leaves the main docking bay of the Headquarters Frigate, lowers its wings into flight position, then Ashton punches the lever for light speed and they zip away.]

EMPEROR'S THRONE ROOM

[The converted control room is dimly lit, except for a pool of light at the far end. There the Emperor sits in an elaborate control chair

before a large window which looks out across the half-completed Death Master Ball to the giant green moon of Endor.]

[Slate Vader, standing with other members of the Imperial council, cautiously approaches his master. The ruler's back is to Vader and after several moments, the Emperor's chair rotates around to face him.]

Vader: What is thy bidding, my Master?

Emperor: Send the fleet to the far side of Endor. There it will stay until called for.

Vader: What of the reports of the Rebel fleet massing near Sullust?

Emperor: It is of no concern. Soon the Rebellion will be crushed and young Stonewalker will be one of us! Your work here is finished, my friend. Go out to the command ship and await my orders.

Vader: Yes, my Master.

[Vader bows, then turns and exits the throne room as the Emperor's chair turns around again to face the fleet.]

STOLEN IMPERIAL SHUTTLE-COCKPIT

[Ashton looks back at Bruke and Misteia as Churie flips several switches. Through the viewscreen, the Death Master Ball and the huge Super Star Destroyer can be seen.]

Ash: [frowning] If they don't go for this, we're gonna have to get outta here pretty quick, Churie.

Churie: [Growls his agreement.]

Super Star Destroyer Commander: [over radio] We have you on our screen now. Please identify.

Ash: [trying to sound sincere] Shuttle Tydirium requesting deactivation of the deflector shield.

Commander: [over radio] Shuttle Tydirium, transmit the clearance code for shield passage.

Ash: Transmission commencing.

[Misteia and Churaicca listen nervously as the sounds of transmission is heard.]

Misteia: [sarcastically] Now we find out if that code is worth the price we paid.

Ash: [confidently] It'll work. It'll work.

[Churie whines nervously, and Bruke stares at the huge Super Star Destroyer that looms ever larger before them.]

Bruke:Vader's on that ship.

Ash: Now don't get jittery, Bruke. There are a lot of command ships. Keep your distance though, Churie, but don't look like you're trying to keep your distance.

Churie: Grawrowl!

Ash: I don't know. Fly casual!

Bruke: I'm endangering the mission, I shouldn't have come.

Ash: It's your imagination, kid. Come on. Let's keep a little optimism here.

SUPER STAR DESTROYER-BRIDGE

[Lord Vader walks up and looks out at the shuttle, and suddenly a thin tremor felt only by him causes him to whip around and go passed the row of controllers towards Admiral Piett, who straightens as Vader's approach.']

Vader: Where is that shuttle going?

Admiral Piett: [into comlink] Shuttle Tydirium, what is your cargo and destination?

Pilot's voice: [Ash's, digitally filtered] Parts and technical crew for the forest moon.

[The bridge commander looks to Vader for a reaction]

Vader:Do they have a code clearance?

Admiral Piett: It's an older code, sir, but it checks out. I was about to clear them.

[Vader looks upward, as he senses Bruke's presence.]

Admiral Piett: Shall I hold them?

Vader: No. Leave them to me. I will deal with them myself.

Admiral Piett: [surprised] As you wish, my lord. [to controller] Carry on. [he nods at the controller, who switches on his comlink.]

STOLEN IMPERIAL SHUTTLE-COCKPIT

[The crew wait in extremely tense silence]

Ash: [bumming] They're not goin' for it, Churie.

Controller: [over radio] Shuttle Tydirium, deactivation of the shield will commence immediately. Follow your present course.

[Everyone but Bruke, who looks suspicious and worried, breaths a huge sigh of relief.]

Ash: [cocky] Okay! I told you it was gonna work. No problem.

[Scene shows the shuttle fly off towards the softly glowing moon.]

FOREST LANDING SITE-ENDOR

[The stolen Imperial shuttle sits in a clearing of the moon's dark, primeval forest, dwarfed by the ancient towering trees.]

[On an adjacent hill, the helmeted Rebel contingent makes its way up a steep trail, cloaked in splotchy green they blended in perfectly. Ashton and Misteia are slightly ahead, as Bruke, Churie and the rest of the strike team follow, with the two poke'droids following. Chartoo beeps.]

[Up ahead, Ashton and Misteia reach a crest in the hill and drop down quickly, signaling the rest of the group to stop. Churie and Bruke crawl up to take a look.]

Togepio: Oh, I told you it was dangerous here.

[Not far below the Rebel troops, two Imperial Rocket scouts are wandering through the bushes in the valley below, their two rocket speeders are parked nearby.]

Misteia: should we try to go around?

Bruke: It'll take time.

Ash: This whole party'll be for nothing if they see us.

[Misteia motions for the squad to stay put, then she, Ashton, Bruke and Churie start quietly down.]

FOREST CLEARING-CAMPSITE

[The four friends make their way to the edge of the clearing not far from the Imperial Rocket scouts.]

Ash: Churie and I will take care of this. You stay here.

Bruke: Quietly, there might be more of them out there.

Ash: [grins a big cocky grin] Hey... it's me!

[Ashton and Churie turn and start through the bushes toward the scouts. Bruke and Misteia exchange worried looks.]

[Ashton sneaks up behind one of the scouts, but right before he can grab him, he step on a twig and the scout whips around and knocks the surprised Ash into a tree.]

Scout #1: Go for help! Go!

[The second scout jumps on his speeder and takes off, but Churie gets off a shot on his crossbow laser weapon, causing the scout to crash into a tree. Ashton and Scout #1 are in a rousing fistfight.]

Bruke: [sarcastically] Great! Come on.!

[Bruke runs towards the scuffle, followed by Misteia with her laser blaster drawn, and as they run through the foliage Misteia stops and points to where two scouts surge away on their speeders, with an unoccupied speeder parked nearby.]

Bruke: I see them! Wait, Leia!

[But Misteia doesn't hear him and races for the remaining speeder, she starts it up and takes off as Bruke leaps on the speeder behind her and they take off.]

Ash: Hey, wait! Ahhh! [He flips the remaining scout to the ground and puts him out of his misery.]

FOREST-SPEEDER CHASE

Bruke: [pointing to the controls] Quick! Jam their comlink. Center switch!

[Bruke and Misteia speed into the dense foliage in hot pursuit, barely avoiding two huge trees.]

[The two fleeing Imperial Rocket scouts have a good lead as Bruke and Misteia pursue through the giant trees at 200 miles an hour, the fire from their speeder's laser cannon hitting harmlessly near the moving targets.]

Bruke: Move closer!

[Misteia guns it, closing the gap, as the two scouts recklessly veer through a narrow gap in the trees. One of the speeders scrapes against a tree, slowing him down.]

Bruke: Get alongside that one!

[Leia pulls her speeder up so close to the scout's speeder that their steering vanes scrape noisily. Bruke leaps from his speeder to the back of the scout's, grabs the Imperial Rocket warrior around the neck, and flips him off the speeder, into a thick tree trunk, then gains control of the speeder and follows Misteia, who has pulled ahead. They tear off after the remaining scout.]

[The speeding chase passes two more Imperial Rocket scouts, and these two swing into pursuit, chasing Bruke and Misteia, firing away with their laser cannon. The two Rebels look behind them just as Bruke's speeder takes a glancing hit.]

Bruke: [indicating the one ahead] Keep on that one! I'll take these two!

[With Misteia shooting ahead, Bruke suddenly slams his steering vanes into the braking mode and his speeder is a blur to the two pursuing scouts as they zip by him on either side. He then slams his speeder into forward and starts firing away, having switched places with his pursuers in a manner of seconds, he aim is good and one scout's speeder is blasted out of control and explodes against a tree trunk.]

[The scout's cohort takes one glance back at the flash and shifts into turbo drive, going even faster, with Bruke tight on his heels.]

[Far ahead, Misteia and the first scout are doing a high speed slalom through the death-dealing trunks. Misteia aims her speeder skyward and rises out of sight. The scout turns in confusion, unable to see his pursuer. Suddenly, Misteia dives down upon him from above, cannon blasting and the scout's speeder takes a glancing hit.]

[Misteia moves in alongside him and the scout eyes her beside him, reaches down, and pulls out a handgun. Before she can react, the scout has blasted her speeder, sending it out of control and she dives off as her speeder explodes against a tree. The happy scout looks back at the explosion. But when he turns forward again, he is on a collision course with a giant fallen tree. He hits his brakes to no avail and disappears in a fiery conflagration. She looks up to see the crash then faints.]

[In another part of the forest: Bruke and the last remaining scout continue their weaving chase through the trees and Bruke manages to moves up closer, the scout responds by slamming his speeder into Bruke's. A fallen tree forms a bridge across their path and the scout zips under. Bruke goes over the top and crashes his speeder down on the scout's, as both riders look ahead - a wide trunk looms directly in Bruke's path, but the scout's speeder beside him makes it almost impossible for him to avoid it. He banks with all his might, leaning almost horizontal over the scout's speeder, and is able to make it past, just clipping the tree. When he straightens, he and the scout discover that their two speeders have locked front vanes and are moving as one.]

[Another big tree looms in Bruke's path and after a quick, failed attempt to untangle, he reacts instinctively and dives off his speeder, the two speeders come apart a second before Bruke's explodes against a tree. The scout sweeps out and circles back to find Bruke.]

[He rises from the undergrowth as the scout bears down on him and opens fire with his laser cannon, but Bruke ignites his lightsaber and begins deflecting the bolts. The scout's speeder keeps coming, but on one pass it comes too close to Bruke and at the last instant, he steps aside and hacks off the speeder's control vanes with one deft sweep. The scout's speeder begins to shudder, then, pitching and rolling, it rises up to slam directly into a tree in a glorious ball of fire. Bruke breath a sigh of relief and exhaustion as he disengages his lightsaber to go find the others.]

REBEL STRIKE TEAM CAMPSITE-FOREST

[Ashton, Churie, and the poke'droids, along with the rest of the squad, wait anxiously in the clearing. Chartoo's radar screen sticks out of his domed head and revolves, scanning the forest, he beeps.]

Togepio: Oh, General Solo, somebody's coming!

[Ashton, Churie and the rest of the squad raise their weapons as Bruke steps out of the foliage to find the weapons trained on him. He's too tired to care. He plops himself down on a fallen stump and looks around.]

Ash:Bruke! [after a pause] Where's Leia?

Bruke: [suddenly concerned] What? She didn't come back?

Ash: I thought she was with you.

Bruke: We got separated! [They exchange silent worried looks and Bruke get up wearily.]

Bruke: Hey, we better go look for her.

Ash:[nods, then signals to a Rebel officer.] Take the squad ahead. We'll meet at the shield generator at 0300.

Bruke: Come on, Chartoo. We'll need your scanners.

Togepio:[to Chartoo] And you said it was pretty here. Ugh!

[Bruke, Churie, Ash, and the poke'droids move off in one direction as the squad proceeds in another.]

FOREST CLEARING-MISTEIA'S CRASH SITE

[A strange little, massively furry, face with huge black eyes, and a crescent moon barely visible beneath it's masses of dark brown hair, comes slowly into view. The creature is an Ursa, by the name of Wicket. He wears a leather cape with hood and carries a spear in his thickly overgrown paws. He seems somewhat puzzled, and prods Misteia with a spear, she groans and this frightens the stubby ball of fuzz and he prods her again. Misteia sits up and stares at the three-foot-high Ursa. She tries to figure out where she is and what has happened: Her clothes are torn and she's bruised and disheveled.]

[The Ursa jumps up and holds his four-foot-long spear in a defensive position. Misteia watches him as he circles warily and begins

poking her with the sharp point of the spear.]

Misteia: Cut it out! [She stands up, and the Ursa quickly backs away.]

Misteia: I'm not gonna hurt you. [She looks around at the dense forest, and at the charred remains of her speeder speeder, then sits down, with a sigh on a fallen log.]

Misteia: Well, looks like I'm stuck here. Trouble is, I don't know where here is. [She puts her head in her hands to rub away some of the soreness from her fall and looks over at the watchful little Ursa and pats the log beside her.]

Misteia: Well, maybe you can help me. Come on, sit down.

Wicket: [he holds his spear up uncertainly] Grahrah, Grnub!

Misteia: [pats the log again] I promise I won't hurt you. Now come here.

Wicket: [Growls again in his deep guttural language.]

Misteia: All right. You want something to eat? [She takes a scrap of food out of her pocket and offers it to him. Wicket takes a step backward, then cocks his head and moves cautiously toward Misteia, chattering in his squeaky Ursa language.]

Misteia: That's right. Come on. Hmmm?

[Sniffing the food curiously, the little Ursa comes toward Misteia and sits on the log beside her. She takes off her helmet, and the little creature jumps back, startled again, and runs along the log, pointing his spear at her and chattering a blue streak. Misteia holds out the helmet to him.]

Misteia: Look, it's a hat. It's not gonna hurt you. Look. You're a jittery little thing, aren't you?

[Reassured, Wicket lowers his spear and climbs back on the log, coming to investigate the helmet. Suddenly his ears perk up and he begins to sniff the air. He looks around wildly, whispering some Ursaese warning to Misteia.]

Misteia: [looking around nervously] What is it?

[Suddenly a laser bolt comes out of the foliage and explodes on the log next to her. Misteia and Wicket both roll backwards off the log, hiding behind it and Misteia draws her own blaster while Wicket disappears underneath the log. Another shot, and still no sight of anyone in the forest. Then Misteia senses something and turns to find a large Imperial Rocket scout standing over her with his weapon pointed at her head, he reaches out his hand for her weapon.]

Imperial Rocket scout #1: Freeze! Come on, get up!

[She hands the weapon over, as a second scout emerges from the foliage in front of the log.]

Imperial Rocket scout #1: Go get your ride and take her back to base.

Imperial Rocket scout #2: Yes, sir.

[The second scout starts toward his speeder, as Wicket, crouched under the log, extends his spear and hits the first scout on the leg. The scout jumps and lets out an exclamation, and looks down at Wicket, puzzled. Misteia sizes the moment to grabs a branch and knocks him out. She dives for her blaster, and the second scout, now on his speeder, takes off. She fires away and hits the escaping speeder, causing it to crash into the first scout's speeder, which flies end over end and explodes. The forest is quiet once more. Wicket pokes his fuzzy head up from behind the log and regards Misteia with anew respect. He mumbles his awe as she hurries over, looking around all the time, and motions the chubby little creature into the dense foliage.]

Misteia: [holstering her blaster] Come on, let's get outta here. [She starts to walk away but Wicket shrieks and tugs Misteia in the opposite direction, she follows, curiously.]

DEATH MASTER BALL-CORRIDOR TO EMPEROR'S CHAMBER

[Lord Slate Vader walks down the corridor to the Emperor's private chamber, and elevator. Two of the Emperor's guards (Jessie and Meowth, completely cloaked in red) step in Vader's path.]

Emperor's Guard #1(Jessie): Halt! The Emperor does not wish to be disturbed at the moment.

Emperor's Guard #2(Meowth): Dat's right!

Vader: [raises his gloved hand at the two guards and begins choking them with the Force] The Emperor will see me, now!

Jessie and Meowth: [gaging, repeat Vader's command] The Emperor will [choke] see you now! [They open the door and Vader releases them and walks in.]

EMPEROR'S CHAMBER-THRONE ROOM

[Two red Imperial Rocket Guards stand watch at the elevator as the door opens to reveal Vader. He enters the eerie, foreboding throne room and it seemingly appears to be empty and his footsteps echo as he approaches the throne. He waits, absolutely still. The Emperor sits with his back to the Dark Lord.]

Emperor Palpatine: [mildly angry] I told you to remain on the command ship.

Vader: A small Rebel force has penetrated the shield and landed on Endor.

Emperor: [not surprised] Yes, I know.

Vader: [after a beat] My son is with them.

Emperor:[very coolly] Are you sure?

Vader:I have felt him, my Master.

Emperor:Strange, that I have not. I wonder if your feelings on this matter are clear, Lord Vader.

Vader: [determinedly] They are clear, my Master.

Emperor: Then you must go to the Sanctuary Moon and wait for him.

Vader: [skeptical] He will come to me?

Emperor:I have foreseen it. His compassion for you will be his undoing. He will come to you....and then you will bring him before me.

Vader: [bows] As you wish. [He strides out of the room.]

FOREST CLEARING-MISTEIA'S CRASH SITE

[Ashton, Bruke, Churie, and the two poke'droids are spread out as they move through the heavy foliage near the clearing where Misteia had just left.Bruke finds her helmet and picks it up with an expression of concern.]

Ash's voice: Bruke! Bruke!

[Bruke runs with the helmet to where Ashton has found the charred wreckage of a speeder bike in the grass.]

Togepio: Oh, Master Bruke.

Bruke: [indicating] There's two more wrecked speeders back there. And I found this. [He tosses the helmet to Ashton.]

Togepio: I'm afraid that Chartoo's sensors can find no trace of Princess Misteia.

Ash: [gravely] I hope she's alright.

[Churaicca growls, sniffing the air, then, with a bark, pushes off through the trees.]

Ash: What, Churie? What? Churie!!?? [He and the others run off after the Wookiee.]

[The group has reached a break in the undergrowth. Churie walks up to a tall stake planted in the ground. There is a reeking dead animal hanging from it.]

Ash: Hey, I don't get it. [The rest of the group joins Churaicca at the stake.]

Ash: [continuing] Nah, it's just a dead animal, Churie.

[Churie can't resist. He reaches toward the meat.]

Bruke: No, Churie, wa-wait! Don't!!

[Too late. The Wookiee has already pulled the animal from the stake. Sproing! The group finds itself hanging upside down in an Ursa net, suspended high above the clearing. Chartoo lets out a wild series of beeps and whistles, and Churie howls in regret. Their bodies are a jumble in the net and Ashton tries to push the dead thing away.]

Ash: [a little miffed] Nice work. Great, Churie! Great! Always thinking with your stomach.

Bruke: Will you take it easy? Let's just figure out a way to get out of this thing. [trying to free an arm] Ash, can you reach my lightsaber?

Ash: [trying to pull himself around] Yeah, sure.

[Chartoo is at the bottommost point in the net and takes matters into his own appendages. He extends his flame saw and begins slicing at the net. Ash is trying to squeeze an arm past Togepio to get at Bruke's lightsaber. The net continues to spin.]

Togepio: [wishing he could pull his head in his shell] Chartoo, I'm not sure that's such a good idea. It's a very long dro-o-op!!

[Chartoo has cut through and the entire group tumbles out of the net, crashing to the ground. As they regain their senses and sit up, they realize they are surrounded by dozens of Ursas, each brandishing a long spear.]

Ash: Wha--? Hey! Point that thing someplace else. [he pushes the spear wielded by an Ursa named Teebo out of his face and a second Ursa warrior comes up to argue with Teebo. The spear returns to Ashton's face, who grabs it angrily and starts to go for his blaster.]

Ash:Hey!

Bruke: Ash, don't. It'll be all right.

[The Ursas swarm through them and confiscate their weapons. Bruke lets them take his lightsaber, but Churie growls at the furry little critters.]

Bruke: Churie, give 'em your crossbow.

[Chartoo and Togepio are just untangling themselves. Togepio gets free of the net and sits up, rattled.]

Togepio: Oh my head......Oh my goodness!

[When the Ursas see Togepio, they let out a gasp and chatter among themselves. Togepio speaks to them in their native tongue and the Ursa nearest him drops his spear and presents himself before the poke'droid and begins bowing. In a moment, all the Ursas have followed suit. Churie lets out a puzzled bark. Ashton and Bruke regard the bowed creatures in wonder. The Ursas begin to chant at Togepio.]

Bruke: Do you understand anything they're saying?

Togepio: Oh, yes, Master Bruke! Remember that I am fluent in over six million forms of communication and I........

Ash:[tired of hearing this and interrupts] What are you telling them?

Togepio: Hello, I think... I could be mistaken. They're using a very primitive dialect. ButI do believe they think I am some sort of god!

[Churaicca and Chartoo think this funny, but Ash and Bruke exchange 'now what?' looks.]

Ash: [trying to remain calm] Well, why don't you use your divine influence and get us out of this?

Togepio:I beg your pardon, General Solo, but that just wouldn't be proper.

Ash: [not making it] Proper?!!

Togepio: It's against my programming to impersonate a deity.

Ash:[moves toward Togepio threateningly] Why, you--

[Several Ursas' spears are thrust in Ash's face at the affront to their god. The Ursas move in to protect their god and Ash is instantly surrounded by a menacing circle of spears, all aimed at him. He holds up his hands placatingly.]

Ash: M-my mistake! He's an old friend of mine.

FOREST-URSA'S TREE-TOP VILLAGE

[Scene shows the whole village and it consists of large treehouses with bridges or vines to connect them. On one plat form a long Ursa blows on a horn and soon the whole forest is alive with some Ursas joining in with more horns and others swinging on vines to the village square to see the captives.]

[A procession of Ursas winds through the ever-darkening forest. Their prisoners - Ashton, Bruke, Churie, - have their hands and feet tied to long poles and like hunter's booty, Chartoo is tied like a cocoon to a platform, Each pole is carried on the shoulders of several Ursa. Behind the captives, Togepio is carried on a throne, like a king, by the remaining little bear-like creatures.]

FOREST WALKWAY-MOON FOREST

[The procession moves along a shaky, narrow, wooden walkway, high in the giant trees. It stops at the end of the walkway, which drops off into nothingness. On the other side of the abyss is a village of mud huts and rickety walkways, attached to the giant trees. The lead Ursa takes hold of a long vine and swings across to the village square; the other Ursas follow suit.]

URSA'S VILLAGE SQUARE

[The procession winds its way into the village square. Mother Ursas gather their babies up and scurry into their huts at the sight of the newcomers and the group stops before the largest hut.]

[Ashton, Bruke, Churie, and Chartoo are still bound to their poles. Ashton is placed on a spit above what looks like a barbecue pit and the others are leaned against a tree nearby. Togepio's throne is gently placed near the pit. He watches with rapt fascination. Ashton, Bruke, and Churie are less than fascinated.]

Ash: [speaking the obvious] I have a really bad feeling about this.

Churie: [Growls his concern.]

[Suddenly all activity stops as Logray, the tribal Medicine Bear, comes out of the big hut. He is dressed with many necklaces and on his head he wears a crown made out of and old skull. He examines the captives carefully and goes to join Togepio, whose throne has been placed on an elevated platform. A larger, gray-haired Ursa, Chief Chirpa, is examining Bruke's lightsaber with great curiosity.]

[Logray speaks to Togepio and points to the prisoners tied to the stakes. The assemblage of fuzzy Ursas begin filling the pit under Ashton with firewood.]

Ash:[more then a little concerned] What did he say?

Togepio: I'm rather embarrassed, General Solo, but it appears you are to be the main course at a banquet in my honor!

[Several Ursas begin beating on drums, and all the furry heads turn to the large hut. Misteia emerges, wearing an animal-skin dress. She sees what's happening at the same moment the prisoners see her.]

Ash and Bruke: [excited] Misteia!

Misteia: Oh!

Togepio: Your Royal Highness.

[Chartoo and Churie chime in with their welcome. Misteia looks at the assembled Ursas and sighs.]

Misteia: But these are my friends. Togepio, tell them they must be set free!

[Togepio talks to Chirpa and Logray, who listen and shake their heads negatively. The Medicine Bear gestures toward the prisoners and barks some orders. Several Ursas jump up and begin to pile more wood on the barbecue with vigor. Misteia trades frantic looks with Bruke and Ashton.]

Ash: [starting to panic] Somehow, I got the feeling that didn't help us very much! [He become distracted an Ursa approaches him with a torch, he tries to blow it out, to no effect.]

Bruke: [calmly] Togepio, tell them if they don't do as you wish, you'll become angry and use your magic.

Togepio: But Master Luke, what magic? I couldn't possibly --

Bruke: Just tell them!

[Togepio speaks to the Ursas and they become disturbed, Logray steps forward and challenges Togepio. Bruke closes his eyes and begins to concentrate.]

Togepio: You see, Master Luke; they didn't believe me. Just... [The throne, with Togepio sitting upon it, rises from the ground and at first he doesn't notice and keeps talking.] ... as I said they wouldn't. Wha-wha-what's happening! Oh! Oh, dear! Oh!

[The Ursas fall back in terror from the floating throne, as now Togepio begins to spin as though he were on a revolving stool, with him calling out in total panic at his situation.]

Togepio: Put me down! He-e-elp! Master Bruke! Chartoo! Somebody, somebody, help! Master Bruke!, Chartoo! Chartoo, quickly! Do something, somebody! Oh! Ohhh!

[Chief Chirpa yells orders to the cowering Ursas and they rush up and release the bound prisoners. Ashton Leia enfold in an embrace and kiss as Bruke notices the spinning Togepio, with Chartoo beeping up at him, and slowly lowers the white poke'droid and the throne to the ground. Logray orders the little cylindrical poke'droid cut down and Chartoo crashes to the ground. When the Ursas set him upright, the little poke'droid is fighting mad and beeps a blue streak at the nearest Ursa (Logray), and begins pursuing him, finally getting close enough to zap him with a burst of flame. The Ursa poor jumps two feet in the air and runs away, screaming to put out his burning rear. A small group of Ursas surround the giant Wookiee, scratching their heads and marveling at his height.]

Togepio: Oh, oh, oh, oh! Thank goodness.

Bruke: Thanks,Togepio.

Togepio: [still shaken] I...I never knew I had it in me.

CHIEF'S HUT-COUNCIL OF ELDERS

[A glowing fire dances in the center of the spartan, low-ceilinged room, creating a kaleidoscope of shadows on the walls. Along one side, a group of ten Ursa elders flank Chief Chirpa, who sits on his throne. The Rebels sit along the walls of the hut, with Togepio between the two groups and Wicket and Teebo off to one side.]

[Togepio is in the midst of a long, animated speech in the Ursa's squeaky, yet guttural, native tongue, the Ursas listen carefully and occasionally murmur comments to each other. Togepio points several times at the Rebel group and pantomimes a short history of the Galactic Civil War, mimicking the explosion and rocket sounds and imitating Imperial AT-AT walkers. Throughout the long account, certain familiar names are distinguishable in English: Princess Misteia, Chartoo, Slate Vader, Death Master Ball, Jedi and Obi-Wan Kenoaki. The Rebel group listens intently and it sounds much more dramatic then it was.]

[Chartoo begins beeping excitedly at Togepio.]

Togepio: Yes, Chartoo. I was just coming to that.

[Togepio continues with and several more word are distinguishable: Millennium Fearow, Cloud City, Vader, Ashton Solo, carbonite, Jabba the Hutt and Sarlacc, among others. By this point, Misteia has settled against Ashton's shoulder Finally bringing the history up to the present time.]

[At the end of it, the Chief, Logray, and the elders confer, then nod in agreement. The Chief stands and makes a pronouncement.]

[The drums begin to sound, and all the Ursas stand with a great cheer and rumbles.]

Ash: What's going on?

Misteia: I don't know.

[Bruke has been sharing the joy with smiling visage, but has sat farther back in the doorway, when the story was over something

passes like a dark cloud through his consciousness, which the others do not notice.]

Togepio: Wonderful! We are now a part of the tribe.

[Several of the little teddy bears run up and hug the Rebels. Wicket locks on to Ashton's leg with a death grip.]

Ash: [trying to pry Wicket off, yet smiling] Just what I always wanted!

[Churaicca is being enthusiastically embraced by an Ursa, while Wicket still clings determinedly to Ashton's leg.]

Ash: [chuckles] Well, short help is better than no help at all, huh, Churie. [to Wicket, still clinging on] Thank you. Okay!

Togepio: [walking up] He says the scouts are going to show us the quickest way to the shield generator.

[Churie barks, Bruke has drifted to the back of the hut and then wanders outside into the moonlight. Misteia notices and follows.]

Ash: Good. How far is it? [Togepio looks confused] Ask him.

Togepio:[Turns and starts to say something but Ashton pulls him back]

Ash: We need some fresh supplies, too.

Togepio:[Turns and starts to say something but Ashton pulls him back again]

Ash: And try and get our weapons back.

Togepio: [tries again, but Ashton has more to say]

Ash: And hurry up, will ya? I haven't got all day.

URSA VILAGE-NIGHT

[The walkway is deserted now. The windows of the little huts glow and flicker from the fires inside and the sounds of the forest fill the soft night air. Bruke has wandered away from the Chief's hut and stands staring up at the Death Master Ball, Misteia finds him like that.]

Misteia: Bruke, what's wrong?

Bruke: [turns and looks as if he's struggling on whether to tell her] Misteia.....do you remember your mother? Your real mother?

Misteia: [a little surprised at the question] Just a little bit. She died when I was very young.

Bruke: What do you remember?

Misteia: Just...images, really. Feelings.

Bruke:Tell me.

Misteia: [a little surprised at his insistence] She was very beautiful. Kind, but...sad.[looks up] Why are you asking me all this?

Bruke: [looks away] I have no memory of my mother. I never knew her.

Misteia: Bruke, tell me. What's troubling you?

Bruke:[hesitant] Vader is here...now, on this moon.

Misteia: [alarmed] How do you know?

Bruke: I felt his presence. He's come for me. He can feel when I'm near. That's why I have to go. [facing her]As long as I stay, I'm endangering the group and our mission here. [after a beat] I have to face him.

Misteia:[rather distraught and confused] Why?

Bruke: [looks at her and says calmly] because............he's my father.

Misteia: [really distraught and confused] Your father?

Bruke:Yes. There's more. It won't be easy for you to hear it, but you must. If I don't make it back, you're the only hope for the Alliance.

Misteia: [very disturbed by this. She moves away, as if to deny it] Luke, don't talk that way. You have a power I-I don't understand and could never have.

Bruke: You're wrong, Misteia. You have that power too. In time you'll learn to

use it as I have...... The Force is strong in my family. [looks at gently] My father has it...I have it...and..........my sister has it.

[Misteia stares into his eyes, but what she sees there frightens her, yet she doesn't draw away.]

Bruke: Yes. It's you Leia.

Misteia:I know. And yet, somehow...I've always known.

Bruke:Then you know why I have to face him.

Misteia: [standing up quickly] No! Bruke, run away, far away. If he can feel your presence then leave this place. I wish I could go with you.

Bruke: [standing up also] No, you don't. You've always been strong.

Misteia: But why must you confront him?

Bruke: Because...there is good in him. I've felt it. He won't turn me over to the Emperor. I can save him. I can turn him back, to the good side. I have to try.

[They hold each other close and look at each other, brother and sister.]

[Misteia holds back her tears as Bruke slowly lets her go and moves away. He disappears onto the walkway that leads out of the village. Misteia, bathed in moonlight, watches him go as Ashton comes out of the Chief's hut and comes over to her, she is crying, her body trembling. Ash suddenly realizes this.]

Ash: Hey, what's goin' on?

Misteia: [attempts to stifle her sobs and wipes her eyes] Nothing. I - just want to be alone for a little while.

Ash: Nothing?! Come on, tell me. What's goin' on?

Misteia: [turns away] I...I can't tell you.

Ash: [loses his temper] Did you tell Luke?! Is that who you could tell?!!

Misteia: I...

Ash: Ahhh..... [He starts to walk away, exasperated, then stops and walks back to her.] I'm sorry.

Misteia: [throws herself into Ashton's arms] Hold me.

Ash: [more then a little surprised at this, he holds her close] There, there.

ENDOR FOREST-IMPERIAL ROCKET LANDING PLATFORM

[An Imperial Rocket shuttle floats down from the Death Master Ball and lands gracefully on the huge platform, an Imperial walker approaches the platform from the darkness of the forest. The whole outpost - platform, AT-AT walkers, military - looks particularly offensive in the midst of this verdant beauty.]

IMPERIAL ROCKET LANDING PLATFORM-LOWER DECK

[Lord Slate Vader walks down the ramp of the shuttle onto the platform, into an elevator, and appears on a ramp on a lower level. He walks toward another ramp exit and is met by two troopers and commander James with Bruke, in binders, at their center. The young Jedi gazes at Vader with complete calm.]

Commander James: This is a Rebel that surrendered to us. Although he denies it, I believe there may be more of them, and I request permission to conduct a further search of the area. [he extends his hand, proudly revealing Bruke's lightsaber.] He was armed only with this.

Vader: Good work, Commander, you may leave us. Conduct your search and bring his companions to me.

Commander James: [thinking happily that he finally did something right] Yes, my Lord.

[The officer and troops withdraw, though James trips getting on the elevator. Vader and Luke are left standing alone in the oddly tranquil beauty of the place. The sounds of the forest filter in upon them.]

Vader: The Emperor has been expecting you.

Bruke: I know, father.

Vader:So, you have accepted the truth.

Bruke: I've accepted the truth that you were once Anaflint Stonewalker, my father.

Vader: [faces Bruke angrily] That name no longer has any meaning for me.

Bruke: It is the name of your true self. You've only forgotten. I know there is good in you. The Emperor hasn't driven it from you fully. That is why you couldn't destroy me. That is why you won't bring me to your Emperor now.

Vader:[looks down to Bruke to the lightsaber in his black-gloved hand and ponders Bruke's words.] I see you have constructed a new lightsaber. [he ignites the it and holds it to examine its humming, brilliant blade.] Your skills are complete. Indeed, you are powerful, as the Emperor has foreseen. [he extinguishes the lightsaber.]

Bruke: Come with me!

Vader: Obi-Wan once thought as you do.

[Bruke steps closer to Vader, then stops. Vader is still.]

Vader:You don't know the power of the dark side. I must obey my master.

Bruke:I will not turn...and you'll be forced to kill me.

Vader:If that is your destiny.

Bruke: Search your feelings, father. You can't do this. I feel the conflict within you. Let go of your hate.

Vader: It is too late for me, son. The Emperor will show you the true nature of the Force. He is your master now. [he signals to some distant stormtroopers. He and Bruke stand staring at one another for a moment.]

Bruke: Then my father is truly dead.

ENDOR-RIDGE OVERLOOKING SHIELD GENERATOR

[Ashton, Misteia, Churaicca, the poke'droids, Wicket and another Ursa scout, Paploo, hide on a ridge overlooking the massive Imperial Rocket shield generator. At the base of the generator is a landing platform. Misteia studies the installation.]

Misteia: The main entrance to the control bunker's on the far side of that landing platform. This isn't gonna be easy.

Ash: Hey, don't worry. Churie and me got into a lot of places more heavily guarded than this.

[Wicket and Paploo are chattering away in Ursa language. They speak to Togepio.]

Misteia:What's he saying?

Togepio: He says there's a secret entrance on the other side of the ridge.

SPACE-REBEL FLEET

[The vast fleet hangs in space near a blue planet. A giant Rebel Star Cruiser is up at the front, but now the Millennium Fearow roars up to a spot ahead of it, tiny in comparison.]

MILLENNIUM FEAROW-COCKPIT

[Garyando is in the pilot seat fiddling with the controls. His alien copilot Nien Nunb is going over a list and punching buttons. Garyando talks into his comlink.]

Garyando: Admiral, we're in position. All fighters accounted for.

Admiral Arbok: [voice over comlink] Proceed with the countdown. All groups assume attack coordinates.

Nien Nunb: [Mutters something nervously in his language.]

Garyando: [turning to his weird copilot] Don't worry, my friends are down there. They'll have that shield down on time... [to himself] or this'll be the shortest offensive of all time.

Nien Nunb: [Flips some switches and grunts a comment.]

Admiral Arbok: [voice over comlink] All craft, prepare to jump to hyperspace on my mark.

Garyando: All right. Stand by. [He pulls a lever, and the stars outside begin to streak.]

SPACE-REBEL FLEET

[The Millennium Fearow shoots off into hyperspace, followed by Arbok's Star Cruiser, then one by one the rest of the fleet roars off and disappears.]

ENDOR-RIDGE OVERLOOKING CONTROL BUNKER

[Ashton, Misteia, Churie, the two poke';droids, and their two Ursa guides, Wicket and Paploo, have reunited with the Rebel strike squad. The entire group is spread through the thick undergrowth. Below them is the control bunker that leads into the generator. Four Imperial Rocket scouts, their speeder bikes parked nearby, keep watch over the bunker entrance. Churie growls an observation, and Paploo chatters away to Ashton in the Ursa language.]

Ash: [not really knowing what he's being told] Back door, huh? Good idea.

[Wicket and Paploo continue their Ursa conversation.]

Ash:[continuing] It's only a few guards. This shouldn't be too much trouble.

Misteia: Well, it only takes one to sound the alarm.

Ash: [with a huge self-confidant grin] Then we'll do it real quiet-like.

[Togepio explains what is going on to Wicket and Paploo and the Ursas chatter a moment between themselves. Then Paploo jumps up and scampers into the underbrush.]

[Togepio asks Wicket where Paploo went and is given a short reply.]

Togepio: Oh! Oh, my. Uh, Princess Leia!

Misteia: [slams her hand over Togepio's mouth and whispers] Quiet!

Togepio: I'm afraid our furry companion has gone and done something rather rash.

Misteia: [sees whats happening] Oh no.

CONTROL BUNKER-ENTRANCE

[Paploo has slipped out of the undergrowth near where the Imperial Rocket scouts are lounging. He silently swings his furry ball of a body onto one of the scout's speeder bikes and begins flipping switches at random. Suddenly, the bike's engine fires up with a tremendous roar. Paploo grins and continues flipping switches. The scouts leap up in surprise.]

RIDGE OVERLOOKING BUNKER

[Ashton, Misteia, and the strike team watch in distress.]

Ash: [sighs] There goes our surprise attack.

CONTROL BUNKER

[The Imperial Rocket scouts race toward Paploo just as his speeder zooms into motion. Paploo hangs on by his paws and shoots away into the forest.]

Scout: Look! Over there! Stop him!

[Three of the Imperial Rocket scouts jump on their rocket bikes and speed away in pursuit. The fourth watches them go from his post at the door.]

RIDGE OVERLOOKING BUNKER

[Ashton, Misteia, and the strike team exchange relived looks.]

Ash: Not bad for a little furball. There's only one left. [to Misteia and the poke'droids] You stay here. We'll take care of this.

[Ashton and the Wookiee nod at each other and slip down toward the bunker. Togepio moves to stand next to Wicket and Chartoo.]

Togepio: I have decided that we shall stay here.

FOREST-ENDOR

[Paploo sails through the trees, barely missing them by more luck than control. It's scary, but he loves it. When the Imperial scouts pull within sight behind him and begin firing laser bolts, he decides he's had enough. As he rounds a tree, out of their sight, Paploo grabs a vine and swings up into the trees. A moment later, the scouts tear under him in pursuit of the still-flying, unoccupied bike.]

EXTERIOR-BUNKER

[Ashton sneaks up behind the remaining Imperial Rocket scout, taps him on the shoulder and lets the scout chase him behind the bunker into the gun barrels of the waiting Rebel strike team. Ashton returns to the front, and taps out a pattern on the bunker door's control panel, as everyone stands out of sight, police-style, as the door opens. Ash and Misteia peek inside to find no sign of life. The group enters the bunker silently, leaving one lookout behind.]

DEATH MASTER BALL-EMPEROR'S THRONE ROOM

[The elevator opens. Vader and Bruke enter the room alone. They walk across the dark space to stand before the throne, father and son side by side beneath the gaze of the Emperor. Vader bows to his Master.]

Emperor Palpatine: Welcome, young Stonewalker. I have been expecting you.

[Bruke peers at the hooded figure defiantly and the Emperor looks down at his binders.]

Emperor: You no longer need those. [he motions ever so slightly with his finger and Bruke's binders fall away, clattering to the floor. Bruke looks down at his own hands, free now to reach out and grab the Emperor's neck, but he does nothing.]

Emperor:Guards, leave us.

[The red-cloaked guards turn and disappear behind the elevator.]

Emperor: [to Bruke] I'm looking forward to completing your training. In time you will call me Master.

Bruke: You're gravely mistaken. You won't convert me as you did my father.

Emperor: [in his croaky voice] Oh, no, my young Jedi. You will find that it is you who are mistaken...about a great many things.

Slate Vader: His lightsaber.

Emperor: [taking the weapon and looking over it] Ah, yes, a Jedi's weapon. Much like your father's. [sounding angry] By now you must know your father can never be turned from the dark side. So will it be with you.

Bruke:[calmly] You're wrong. Soon I'll be dead...and you with me.

Emperor: [laughs, then just as calm] Perhaps you refer to the imminent attack of your Rebel fleet.

[Bruke looks up sharply]

Emperor: Yes...I assure you we are quite safe from your friends here!

Bruke:[regaining composure] Your overconfidence is your weakness.

Emperor: [retortingly] Your faith in your friends is yours.

Vader: [Looks at Bruke.] It is pointless to resist, my son.

Emperor: [sits down and faces Bruke] Everything that has transpired has done so according to my design. [indicates Endor floating outside the window] Your friends up there on the Sanctuary Moon... [Bruke flinches] ...are walking into a trap. As is your Rebel fleet! [mockingly] It was I who allowed the Alliance to know the location of the shield generator. It is quite safe from your pitiful little band. An entire legion of my best troops awaits them.

[Bruke's look darts from the Emperor to Vader and, finally, to the lightsaber in the Emperor's hand.]

Emperor: [reeking with mockery] Oh...I'm afraid the deflector shield will be quite operational when your friends arrive.

BUNKER-MAIN CONTROL ROOM

[Ashton, Misteia, Churie, and the Rebel strike team storm through a door and enter the main control room, taking all of the personnel prisoner.]

Ash: All right! Up! Move! Come on! Quickly! Quickly, Churie.

[The Rebel troops herd the generator controllers away from their panels. Misteia glances at one of the screens on the control panel.]

Misteia:Ash! Hurry! The fleet will be here any moment.

Ash: Charges! Come on, come on!

EXTERIOR-BUNKER

[Outside, Togepio watches nervously in the bushes as several more controllers and stormtroopers run into the bunker, leaving guards at the door.]

Togepio: [to Wicket] Oh, my! They'll be captured!

[Wicket chatters in Ursa language, and then takes off full throttle into the forest.]

Togepio: Wa-wait! Wait, come back! Chartoo, stay with me!

BUNKER-MAIN CONTROL ROOM

Commander James: Freeze! You Rebel scum!

[Ashton and Misteia spin, to find dozens of Imperial weapons trained on them and their cohorts. A poised force of Imperial Rocket troops surround them. Even more pour into the room, roughly disarming the Rebel contingent. They exchange looks and know they're helpless.]

SPACE-ENDOR, DEATH STAR, REBEL FLEET

[The Death Master Ball and its sanctuary moon hang distant in space as the Rebel fleet comes out of hyperspace with an awesome roar. The Millennium Fearow and several Rebel fighters are at the front as the space armada bears down on its target.]

MILLENNIUM FEAROW-COCKPIT

[Garyando flips switches, checks his screen, and speaks into the radio.]

Garyando: All wings report in.

Redgie: Red Leader standing by.

Grey Leader: Grey Leader standing by.

Green Leader: Green Leader standing by.

Redgie: Lock S-foils in attack positions.

REBEL STAR CRUISER-BRIDGE

[From the bridge of the Rebel Headquarters Frigate, Admiral Arbok watches the fighters massing outside his viewscreen.]

Admiral Arbok: May the Force be with us.

MILLENNIUM FEAROW-COCKPIT

[Garyando looks worriedly at his alien copilot, Nien Nunb, who points to

the control panel and talks to Garyando.]

Garyando: We've got to be able to get some kind of a reading on that shield, up or down! [Nien says something.] Well, how could they be jamming us if they don't know..........if we're coming. [he shoots a concerned look out at the approaching Death Master Ball as the implications of what he's just said sink in. He hits a switch on his comlink.]

Garyando: Break off the attack! The shield is still up.!

Redgie:I get no reading. Are you sure?

Garyando: [frantic] Pull up! All craft pull up!!

[The Fearow turns hard to the left. Out the windshield the stars and the Death Master Ball move off right. The red Squad fighters veer off desperately to avoid the unseen wall.]

REBEL STAR CRUISER-BRIDGE

[Alarms are screaming and lights flashing as the huge ship changes course abruptly. Other ships in the fleet shoot by outside as the

armada tries to halt its forward momentum.]

Arbok:Take evasive action! Green Group, stick close to holding sector MV-7!

[A Mon Calamari Snake (like Admiral Arbok) controller turns away from his screen and calls out to Arbok, quite excited. The Admiral rushes over to the controller.]

Controller:Admiral, we have enemy ships in sector 47!

[On the screen can be seen the moon, Death Master Ball, and the massive Imperial fleet. Arbok moves to the comlink.]

Admiral Arbok: It's a trap!

Garyando: [over comlink] Fighters coming in!

[There is much excitement on the bridge as the attack begins. The Millennium Fearow and several squads of Rebel fighters head into an armada of TRIE fighters. The sky explodes as a fierce dogfight ensues in and around the giant Rebel cruisers.]

Rebel pilot: There's too many of them!

Garyando: Accelerate to attack speed! Draw their fire away from the cruisers!

Redgie: Copy, Gold Leader!

[The battle continues around the giant cruisers.]

DEATH MASTER BALL-EMPEROR'S THRONE ROOM

Emperor: Come, boy. See for yourself.

[The Emperor is sitting in his throne, with Vader standing at his side. Bruke moves to look through a small section of the window.]

Emperor: From here you will witness the final destruction of the Alliance, and the end of your insignificant Rebellion.

[Bruke is in torment. He glances at his lightsaber sitting on the armrest of the throne. The Emperor watches him and smiles, touches the lightsaber.]

Emperor: [patting the weapon] You want this, don't you? The hate is swelling in you now. Take your Jedi weapon. Use it. I am unarmed. Strike me down with it. Give in to your anger. With each passing moment, you make yourself more my servant!

Vader: [Watches Bruke struggle with himself.]

Bruke: No!

Emperor: It is unavoidable: It is your destiny. You, like your father, are now mine!

ENDOR FOREST-SHIELD BUNKER

[Ashton, Misteia, Churie, and the rest of the strike team are led out of the bunker by their captors. The surrounding area, deserted before, is now crowded with two-legged Imperial AT-ST walkers and hundreds of Imperial Rocket troops. The situation looks hopeless.]

Stormtrooper: All right, move it! I said move it! Go on!

Togepio: [coming out from th e undergrowth suddenly] Hello! I say, over there! Were you looking for me?

Commander James: Bring those two down here!

Stormtrooper: Let's go!

[Chartoo and Togepio are standing near one of the big trees. As six Imperial stormtroopers rush over to take them captive, the two droids hide out of sight behind the tree.]

Togepio:Well, they're on their way. Chartoo, are you sure this was a good idea?

Stormtrooper: Freeze! Don't move!

Togepio: We surrender!

[The stormtroopers come around the tree and find the two poke'droids waiting quietly to be taken. As the Imperial Rocket troops move to do that, however, a band of Ursas drop down from above and overpower them with rock clubs.]

[In a nearby tree, an Ursa raises a horn to his lips and sounds the Ursa attack call. All hell breaks loose as hundreds of Ursas throw their fuzzy bodies into the fray against the assembled stormtroopers and their powerful two-legged walkers. Biker scouts dart about blasting Ursas, only to be crushed by a volley of rocks tossed by the fuzzy beasts from the trees above.]

[In the confusion of the battle, Ashton and Misteia break away and dive for the cover of the bunker door as explosions erupt around them. Ash goes to the bunker door control panel and ponds in the code, but to no avail.]

Misteia:The code's changed! We need Chartoo!

Ash: Here's the terminal.

Misteia: [into her comlink] Chartoo, where are you? We need you at the bunker right away!

[Chartoo and Togepio are hiding behind a log as the battle rages around them. Suddenly the stubby little astropoke'droid lets out a series of whistles and shoots off across the battlefield and Togepio, panicked, runs after him.]

Togepio: Going? What do you mean, you're going. But-- but going where, Chartoo? No, what! Chartoo! Oh, this is no time for heroics. Come back!

[Biker scouts race around and over the two poke'droids, blasting away at the little Ursas as the furry little creatures run for cover.]

[A group of Ursas have moved a primitive catapult into position. They fire off a large boulder that hits one of the AT-STs, but the walker turns and heads for the catapult, blasting away with both guns. The Ursas abandon their weapons and flee in all directions as the walker continues to blast them.]

[One walker steps in a rope noose, but takes no notice as a line of Ursas cling desperately to the vine and are dragged along.]

SPACE BATTLE

[The Fearow and other Rebel fighters are engaged in a ferocious combat with Imperial TRIE fighters. The battle rages around the cruisers as the Rebel fighters desperately try to keep the them away from the cruisers.]

MILLENNIUM FEAROW-COCKPIT

Garyando: [in frantic radio communication with the pilots of the other Rebel squads] Watch yourself, Redgie! Three from above!

Redgie: Red Three, Red Two, pull in!

Red Two: Got it!

Red Three: Three of them coming in, twenty degrees!

Redgie: Cut to the left! I'll take the leader! They're heading for the medical frigate!

[Garyando steers the Fearow through a complete flip, as his crew fires at the TRIEs from the belly guns.]

Navigator: Pressure's steady!

Nien Nunb: [Chatters an observation.]

Garyando:Only the fighters are attacking. I wonder what those Star Destroyers are waiting for.

SPACE-IMPERIAL ROCKET FLEET

[The giant Star Destroyer waits silently some distance from the battle, while the Emperor's enormous Super Star Destroyer rests in the middle of the fleet.]

SUPER STAR DESTROYER-BRIDGE

[Admiral Piett and two fleet commanders watch the battle at the huge window of the Super Star Destroyer bridge.]

Commander: We're in attack position now, sir.

Piett: Hold here.

Commander: We're not going to attack!?

Piett: I have my orders from the Emperor himself. He has something special planned for them. We only need to keep them from escaping.

DEATH MASTER BALL-EMPEROR'S THRONE ROOM

[The Emperor, Vader, and a horrified Luke watch the aerial battle fireworks out the window. Bruke cringes as another Rebel ship explodes against the protective shield.]

Emperor:As you can see, my young apprentice, your friends have failed. Now witness the firepower of this fully armed and operational battle station. [into comlink] Fire at will, Commander.

[Bruke, in shock, looks out across the surface of the Death Master Ball to the Rebel fleet beyond.]

DEATH STAR-CONTROL ROOM

[Controllers pull back on several switches. Commander Jerjerrod stands over them.]

Jerjerrod: Fire!

[A button is pressed, which switches on a panel of lights. And as a hooded Imperial Rocket soldier reaches overhead and pulls a lever, a huge beam of light emanates from a long shaft.]

[The giant laser dish on the completed half of the Death Star begins to glow; Then a powerful beams shoots out toward the aerial battle.]

SPACE BATTLE

[The air is thick with flying ships, and among them, Rebel X-wings are dogfighting with Imperial Rocket TRIE fighters when suddenly an enormous Rebel cruiser is hit by the Death Master Ball blast and is blown to dust.]

MILLENNIUM FEAROW-COCKPIT

[The ship is buffeted by the tremendous explosion of the Rebel cruiser. Garyando and his copilot are shocked by the sight of the Death Master Ball's firepower.]

Garyando: [stunned] That blast came from the Death Star! That thing's operational! [into comlink] Home One, this is Gold Leader.

REBEL STAR CRUISER-BRIDGE

[Arbok stands amid the confusion on the wide bridge and speaks into the comlink.]

Arbok: We saw it! All craft prepare to retreat!!

Garyando: [over radio] You won't get another chance at this, Admiral!

Arbok: We have no choice, General Calrissian. Our cruisers can't repel firepower of that magnitude.

Garyando: Ash'll have that shield down. We've got to give him more time!

FOREST-GENERATOR BUNKER

[Chartoo and Togepio dodge around laser blasts and barely make it to the door, as Han and Leia provide cover fire. Chartoo beeps with excitement.]

Togepio: We're coming!

Ash:[very impatiently] Come on! Come on!

Togepio: Oh, Chartoo, hurry!

[The little droid moves to the terminal and plugs in his computer arm. A large explosion hits near Chartoo, knocking him head over heels, finally landing on his feet. The stubby astropoke'droid's head is spinning and smoldering. Suddenly there is a loud sproing and Ashton and Misteia turn around to see Chartoo with his wings wide open and all his compartment doors open, and all of his

appendages sticking out; water, smoke and fire spurt out of the nozzles in his body. Ashton turns to the terminal, as Togepio rushes to his wounded companion.]

Togepio: My goodness! Chartoo, why did you have to be so brave?

Ash: [frowns] Well, I suppose I could hotwire this thing.

Misteia: I'll cover you.

[Ursas in handmade, primitive handgliders drop rocks onto the stormtroopers, divebombing their deadly adversaries. One is hit in the wing with laser fire and crashes before getting stepped on. Another walker lumbers forward, shooting laser blasts at the frantic Ursas running in all directions. Two Ursas are struck down by laser blasts and when the smoke clears one tries to awaken his friend, then sadly realizes that he is dead.]

[All around, the Rebels and Ursas are losing.]

SPACE BATTLE

[The Rebel fleet continues to be picked off, from one side by the Death Master Ball's deadly beam, from the other by the rampaging Imperial Rocket Star Destroyers.]

MILLENNIUM FEAROW-COCKPIT

[Garyando tears the Fearow wildly through an obstacle course of floating cruisers. He's been yelling into the comlink.]

Garyando:[desperately] Yes! I said closer! Move as close as you can and engage those Star Destroyers at point-blank range!!

Arbok: At that close range, we won't last long against those Star Destroyers!

Garyando: We'll last longer then we will against that Death Star!...and we might just take a few of them with us!

[The Rebel cruisers move very close to the Imperial Rocket Star Destroyers and begin to blast away at point-blank range. Tiny fighters race across the giant surfaces, against a backdrop of laser fire.]

Gray Leader: She's gonna blow!

X-Wing pilot: I'm hit!!! [the damaged X-Wing plummets towards the Star Destroyer, and crashes into the control tower and explodes.]

EMPEROR'S THRONE ROOM

[Out of the tiny window, the Rebel fleet appears to be being decimated in blinding explosions of light and debris. But in here there

is no sound of battle. The Emperor turns to Luke.]

Emperor: [misassuming] Your fleet has lost. And your friends on the Endor moon will not survive. There is no escape, my young apprentice. The Alliance will die...as will your friends.

[Bruke's eyes are full of rage, and Vader watches him.]

Emperor: Good.... I can feel your anger. I am defenseless. Take your weapon! Strike me down with all your hatred, and your journey towards the dark side will be complete!

[Bruke can resist no longer. The lightsaber flies into his hand. He ignites it in an instant and swings at the Emperor, but Vader's lightsaber flashes into view, blocking Bruke's blow before it can reach the the Supreme Ruler. The two blades spark at contact and Bruke turns to face his father as the Emperor laughs cruelly.]

ENDOR-FOREST

[The battle rages on. Stormtroopers fire on Ursas with sophisticated weapons while their furry little adversaries sneak up behind the Rocket troopers and bash them over the head with large clubs.]

[As one AT-ST blast away at the Rebels, two Ursas cut vines restraining two huge logs that swing down and smash the walker's head flat. Another unfortunate walker is blasting along when an Ursa warrior give a signal and a pile of logs are cut loose. The logs tumble under the walker's feet, causing it to slip and slide until it finally topples over with a great crash.]

[In another part of the forest, Two speeder bikes chase Ursas through the underbrush. As the scouts round a tree, they are knocked off their bikes by a vine tied between two trees. Another scout speeder is lassoed with a heavy vine. The other end of the vine is tied to a tree, and the bike swings around in ever-tightening circles until it runs out of rope and crashes into the trees with a huge explosion.]

[Churie swings on a vine to the roof of one of the AT-STs. Two Ursas cling to him and they land with a thud on the top of the lurching machine, then hang on for dear life. One of the Ursas peeks through the window.]

AT-ST Pilot #1: Look!

AT-ST Pilot #2: Get him off of there!

[The walker pilot opens the hatch to see what's going on, and is yanked out and tossed overboard before he can scream. The two Ursas jump into the cockpit and knock the second pilot unconscious, then are thrown violently as the mighty machine careens out of control. Outside, Churie is almost knocked overboard; he sticks his head into the hatch with a series of angry barks, but the Ursas are too busy and frightened to listen to the Wookiee's complaint and Churie finally slips inside the walker.]

[Churaicca's walker moves through the forest, firing laser blasts at unsuspecting stormtroopers, and destroying other Imperial AT-STs. The Ursas shout and cheer as the giant machine helps turn the tide of the battle in their favor.]

FOREST-SHIELD BUNKER

[Ashton works furiously at the control panel; wires spark as he attempts to hotwire the door. He motions to Leia, who is blasting away at some stormtroopers.]

Ash: I think I got it! I got it!

[The three wires spark as the connection is made, but with a load thud, a second blast door, heavier the the first, crashes down and locks tight.]

[Ashton frowns and turns back to the wires again. Misteia exchanges shots with stormtroopers in the bushes, then suddenly cries out in pain, her shoulder hit by a laser blast. Ash grabs the gun a blasts the trooper.]

Togepio: Oh!, Princess Leia, are you all right?

Ash: Let's see.

Misteia: It's not bad.

[A stormtrooper appears suddenly behind a bush and points his blaster at them.]

Stormtrooper: Freeze! [They freeze.]

Stormtrooper: Don't move!

[Misteia holds her gun ready, behind Ash, out of view of the two stormtroopers moving toward them. Ashton's and her eyes lock.]

Ash: I love you.

Misteia: [smiles up at Ash] I know.

Stormtrooper: Hands up! Stand up!

[Ashton stands up slowly and turns, revealing the gun in Misteia's hand. She disposes of the stormtroopers in a flash. As Ash turns back toward Leia, he looks up to see a giant walker approach and stand before him, its deadly weapons aimed right at them.]

Ash: [puts his hands up and says to Misteia] Stay back.

[The hatch on top of the walker opens and Churie sticks his head out and barks triumphantly.]

Ash: [relieved] Churie! Get down here! She's wounded! No, wait.... I got an idea.

DEATH MASTER BALL-EMPEROR'S THRONE ROOM

[Bruke and Vader are engaged in a man-to-man duel of lightsabers even more vicious then the battle on Cloud City, but the young Jedi has grown stronger in the interim, and now the advantage shifts to him. Vader is forced back, losing his balance, and is knocked down the stairs. Bruke stands at the top of them, ready to attack.]

Emperor: [laughing] Good, good! Use your aggressive feelings, boy! Let the hate flow through you!

Bruke: [Looks momentarily toward the Emperor, then back to Vader, and realizes he is using the dark side. He steps back, turns off his lightsaber, and relaxes, driving the hate from his being.]

Vader: [getting up] Obi-Wan has taught you well.

Bruke: I will not fight you, father.

Vader: [walks back up the stairs] You are unwise to lower your defenses.

[Vader attacks, forcing Bruke on the defensive. The young Jedi leaps in an amazing reverse flip up to the safety of the catwalk overhead. Vader stands below him.]

Bruke: [smiling] Your thoughts betray you, father. I feel the good in you...the conflict.

Vader:There is no conflict.

Bruke: You couldn't bring yourself to kill me before, and I don't believe you'll destroy me now.

Vader: You underestimate the power of the dark side. If you will not fight, then you will be destroyed!.

[Vader throws the lightsaber and it cuts through the supports holding the catwalk, then returns to Vader's hand. Bruke tumbles to the ground in a shower of sparks and rolls out of sight under the Emperor's platform. Vader moves to find him.]

Emperor: [laughs] Good. Good!

SPACE BATTLE

[The two armadas, like their sea-bound ancestors, blast away at each other in individual point-blank confrontations. A Star Destroyer explodes, while the Rebel victor limps away, its half barely alive with a series of minor explosions. The Rebel cruiser manages to move in next to a second Star Destroyer before it explodes completely, taking the Imperial Destroyer with it. The Fearow and several fighters attack one of the larger Imperial ships.]

Garyando: Watch out! Squad at .06!

Rebel Pilot: I'm on it, Gold Leader.

Redgie: Good shot, Red Two!

Garyando: [nervously] Come on, Ash, old buddy. Don't let me down.

INTERIOR-BUNKER CONTROL ROOM

[Controllers watch the main viewscreen on which a vague figure of an Imperial AT-ST walker pilot can be seen. There is a great deal of static and interference.]

Ashton/Walker Pilot: [over viewscreen] It's over, Commander. The Rebels have been routed. They're fleeing into the woods. We

need reinforcements to continue the pursuit.

[The controllers cheer.]

Commander James: Send three squads to help. Open the back door!

Control room captain: Yes, sir!

EXTERIOR-SHIELD BUNKER

[As the door to the bunker opens and the Rocket troops rush out, they're surprised to find themselves surrounded by Rebels, their

weapons pointed at them. Angry Ursas holding bows and arrows appear on the roof of the bunker. The Rocket troops throw down their guns as Ashton and Churie rush inside the bunker with explosive charges.]

INTERIOR-BUNKER CONTROL ROOM

[Ashton, Churie, and several troops burst into the control room, capture the rest of the Rocket troops, and plant

explosive charges on the control panels.]

Ash: [placing charges everywhere] Throw me another charge!

DEATH MASTER BALL-EMPEROR'S THRONE ROOM

[Vader stalks the low-ceilinged area on the level below the throne, searching for Bruke in the semi-darkness, his lightsaber held ready.]

Vader: You cannot hide forever, Bruke.

Bruke's voice: I will not fight you!

Vader: Give yourself to the dark side. It is the only way you can save your friends. Yes, your thoughts betray you. Your feelings for them are strong. Especially for... [he stops and senses something. Bruke shuts his eyes tightly, in anguish.].....Sister! So...you have a twin sister. Your feelings have now betrayed her, too. Obi-Wan was wise to hide her from me. Now his failure is complete. If you will not turn to the dark side, then perhaps she will....

Bruke: [ignites his lightsaber, almost blind with rage] NEVERRRR!

[Bruke rushing at his father with a frenzy that even Vader did not expect. Sparks fly as Bruke and Vader fight in the cramped area. Bruke's powerful onslaught forces Vader to defend and retreat out of the low area and across a bridge overlooking a vast elevator shaft. They rage on for a long while, with Bruke on the offensive the whole time. Each unceasing stroke of his sword drives his father further toward defeat.]

[The Dark Lord is knocked to his knees, and as he raises his sword to block another vicious onslaught, Bruke slashes Vader's right hand off at the wrist, causing metal and electronic parts to fly from the mechanical stump. Vader's sword clatters uselessly away, over the edge of the platform and into the bottomless shaft below. Bruke moves over Vader and holds the blade of his sword to the Dark Lord's throat. The Emperor watches with uncontrollable, pleased agitation.]

Emperor: [coming down the stairs] Good! Good! Your hate has made you powerful. Now, fulfill your destiny and take your father's place at my side!

Bruke:[Looks at his father's mechanical hand, then to his own mechanical, black-gloved hand, and realizes how much he is becoming like his father. He makes the decision for which he has spent a lifetime in preparation and steps back and hurls his lightsaber away.]

Bruke: Never! I'll never turn to the dark side. You've failed, Your Highness. I am a Jedi, like my father before me.

[The Emperor's glee turns to rage.]

Emperor: [with a look that would melt steel] So be it....Jedi.

ENDOR FOREST- SHIELD BUNKER

[Ashton and several of the Rebel fighters run out of the bunker like bats outa hell and race across the clearing.]

Ash: Move!! Move!!

[The massive shock wave knocks them flat as the bunker explodes, followed by a spectacular display as the huge shield-generator radar dish explodes along with the bunker in a monstrosity of a fire ball. Ashton and the rest of the Rebels cheer.]

HEADQUARTERS FRIGATE-BRIDGE

[Arbok, sitting in his control chair, speaks into the radio.]

Arbok: The shield is down! Commence attack on the Death Master Ball's main reactor!

MILLENNIUM FEAROW-COCKPIT

Garyando: We're on our way! Red Group, Gold Group, all fighters follow me. [laughs and turn towards Nien Nunb] Told you they'd do it! [the alien laughs with him.]

[The Fearow, followed by several smaller Rebel fighters, heads toward

the unfinished superstructure of the Death Master ball.]

DEATH MASTER BALL-EMPEROR'S THRONE ROOM

[Luke stands still, as the Emperor reaches the bottom of the stairs. The Emperor's laughter has turned to anger and he raises his arms toward Luke.]

Emperor: If you will not be turned, you will be destroyed.

[Blinding bolts of evil lightning shoot from the Emperor's fingers at Luke. Even in his surprise, the young Jedi tries to use the Force to deflect them, and at first he is half successful, but after a moment the bolts of energy are coming with such speed and power the young Jedi shrinks before them, his knees buckling, and screams in agony. The wounded Vader struggles to his feet, and moves to stand at his master's side.]

Emperor: [stops for a moment] Young fool...only now, at the end, do you understand.

[Bruke is almost unconscious beneath the continuing assault of the Emperor's lightning. He clutches a canister to keep from falling into the bottomless shaft as the bolts tear through him.]

Emperor: [stops again] Your feeble skills are no match for the power of the dark side. You have paid the price for your lack of vision!

[Bruke is writhing on the floor in unbearable pain and reaches weakly up toward where Vader stands watching.]

Bruke: [groans] Father, please... Help me!

[Again Vader stands, watching Bruke. He looks at his master, the Emperor, then back to Bruke on the floor.]

Emperor: [stops and smiles wickedly as Bruke moans] Now, young Stonewalker...you will die.

[Although it would not have seemed possible, the outpouring of bolts from the Emperor's fingers increases in intensity, the sound

screaming through the room. Bruke's body writhes in pain.]

Bruke: Father! Ahhgg! H-help me-e!! Please, fatherrr!

[Vader looks at his son, then at the Emperor pouring out his malice, then makes a final decision and grabs the Emperor from behind, fighting for control of the robed figure despite the Dark Lord's weakened body and gravely weakened arm. The Emperor struggles in his grip, his bolt-shooting hands lifted high, away from Bruke and now the white lightning arcs back to strike at Vader. He stumbles with his load as the sparks rain off his helmet and flow down over his black cape. He holds his evil master high over his head and walks to the edge of the abyss at the central core of the throne room. With one final burst of his once awesome strength, Lord Slate Vader hurls the Emperor's body into the bottomless shaft.]

[The Emperor screams as his body spins helplessly into the void, arcing as it falls into the abyss. Finally, when the body is far down the shaft, it explodes, creating a rush of air through the room.Vader's cape is whipped by the wind and he staggers, and collapses toward the bottomless hole. Bruke crawls to his father's side and pulls him away from the edge of the abyss to safety, both the young Jedi and the giant warrior are too weak to move.]

SPACE BATTLE/INTERIOR-DEATH MASTER BALL

[The Rebel fighters follow the Falcon across the surface of the Death Master Ball to the unfinished portion, where they dive into the superstructure of the giant battle station, followed by many TRIE fighters.]

Redgie: I'm going in!

Garyando: Here goes nothing!

[Three X-wings lead the chase through the ever-narrowing shaft, followed by the Fearow and four other fighters, plus a squadron of TRIE fighters who continually fire at the Rebels. Lights reflect off the pilot's faces as they race through the dark shaft.]

Garyando: Lock onto the strongest power source. It should be the power generator!

Redgie: Form up. And stay alert. We could run out of space real fast!

[The fighters and the Fearow race through the tunnel, still pursued by the TRIE fighters. One of the X-wings is hit from behind and explodes.]

Garyando:Split up and head back to the surface. See if you can get a few of those TRIE fighters to follow you!

X-Wing pilot: Copy, Gold Leader.

[The Rebel ships peel off pursued by three of the TRIE's, while Garyando and Redgie continue through the main tunnel. It narrows, and the Fearow scrapes the side dangerously. Two other TRIE fighters continue to blast away at them.]

Garyando: That was too close.

[Nien Nunb agrees. The battle between the Rebel and Imperial fleet rages on. Several cruisers fire at the giant Super Star Destroyer.]

REBEL HEADQUATERS FRIGATE-BRIDGE

Arbok: We've got to give those fighters more time! Concentrate all fire on that Super Star Destroyer!

[X, Y and A-wings pilots head across the surface of the huge battleship, amid laser blasts, and for Green Leader in his A-Wing, this is his last mission.]

Green Leader: I'm Hit!!!

SUPER STAR DESTROYER-BRIDGE

[Admiral Piett and a commander stand at the window, looking out to the battle. They look concerned.]

Bridge Controller: Sir, we've lost our bridge deflector shield!

Admiral Piett: Intensify the forward batteries. I don't want anything to get through!

[The commander is looks out of the window and sees that a damaged Rebel fighter is out of control and heading directly toward the bridge.]

Admiral Piett: Intensify forward firepower!!

Bridge Commander: It's too late!!

Green Leader: AHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGG!!!!!!

[The Rebel pilot screams right through the bridge window, causing a huge explosion.]

[Scene changes to the exterior where the whole ship begins exploding in little fires, finally the monstrous ship looses control and crashes straight into the Death Master Ball and explodes in raging inferno.]

REBEL HEADQUATERS FRIGATE-BRIDGE

[There is great excitement on the bridge as the battle rages on all sides. They cheer as if no tomorrow as the giant Star Destroyer blows up.]

DEATH MASTER BALL-MAIN DOCKING BAY

[Chaos. For the first time, the Death Master Ball is rocked by explosions as the Rebel fleet, no longer backed against a wall, zooms over, unloading a heavy barrage. Imperial Rocket troops run in all directions, confused and desperate to escape.]

[In the midst of this uproar, Bruke is trying to carry the enormous deadweight of his father's weakening body and half carries, half drags him toward an Imperial shuttle. Finally, Luke collapses from the strain at the loading ramp. The explosions grow louder as Vader draws him closer.]

Vader: [in a weak whisper] Bruke...,help me take this...mask off.

Bruke: But you'll die.

Vader: Nothing can stop that now.... Just for once...let me look on you with my own eyes.

[Slowly, hesitantly, Luke removes the mask from his father's face. There beneath the scars is an elderly man. His eyes do not focus. But the dying man smiles at the sight before him.]

Anaflint Stonewalker: [very weak] Now...go, my son...Leave me!

Bruke: No. You're coming with me. I can't leave you here. I've got to save you!

Anaflint: You already have. Bruke,....You were right about me...Tell your sister...you

were right.....

Bruke: Father...I won't leave you.

[Slate Vader, Anaflint Stonewalker....Bruke's father, dies. Bruke bows his head and weeps, now truly the last living Jedi.]

INTERIOR-DEATH MASTER BALL

[The Millennium Fearow leads a swerving bomb run through the immense superstructure of the half-built Death master ball. The Rebel Star Cruisers outside continually bombard the huge station. And each direct hit is answered by resonating, chain-reaction explosions within the station itself.]

[The Fearow and Redgie's X-Wing are still being pursued the the interior, on TRIE fighter skim the wall a bounces back and forth before exploding. Finally, they reach the heart of the space station: the main power reactor, a massive blue energy orb suspended by two towers, amid energy bolts. It dwarfs the Rebel ships.]

MILLENNIUM FEAROW/X-WING-COCKPITS

[Garyando's crew fires away at the pursuing TRIE fighters as the dashing Baron of Bespin and his alien copilot home in on the main reactor.]

Redgie: There it is!

Garyando: All right, Wedge. Go for the power regulator on the north tower!

Redgie: Copy, Gold Leader. I'm already on my way out! [The X-wing heads for the top of the huge reactor and fires several proton torpedoes at the power regulator, causing a series of small explosions.]

[The Fearow heads for the main reactor, and when it is dangerously close, Garyando fires the missiles, which shoot out of the Fearow with a powerful roar, and hit directly at the center of the main reactor. He then maneuvers the Fearow out of the winding superstructure barely ahead of the continuing chain of explosions.]

REBEL HEADQUATERS FRIGATE-BRIDGE

[Arbok and the other Mon Calamari Snakes lean on the railing of the bridge, watching the large screen showing the Death Star in the main briefing room.]

Arbok: Move the fleet away from the Death Master Ball!

EXTERIOR-DEATH MASTER BALL

[An Imperial shuttle, with Luke alone in the cockpit, rockets out of the main docking bay like no tomorrow, followed by a fire ball, as that entire section of the space station is blown away.]

INTERIOR-DEATH MASTER BALL

[Redgie's ship flies clear, but the Fearow is pursued by a wall of flame that engulfs the last TRIE fighter. Then, as soon as it looks like the Fearow won't make it, Garyando expertly pilots the craft out of the exploding superstructure and whizzes toward the Sanctuary Moon, only a moment before the Death Star supernovas into oblivion.]

[In the cockpit, Garyando and Nien Nunb have grins from ear-to-ear and cheer and laugh heartedly.]

ENDOR FOREST

[Ashton and Misteia, Churie, the poke'droids, the Rebel troops, and the Ursas all look to the sky as the Death master Ball reveals itself in a final flash of self-destruction. A great cheer erupts from the ensemble.]

Togepio: They did it!

[Ashton stops bandaging Misteia's arm and looks down from the sky to her, a look of concern on his face. Misteia continues to look at the sky as though listening for a silent voice.]

Ash:[comfortingly] I'm sure Bruke wasn't on that thing when it blew.

Misteia: He wasn't. I can feel it.

Ash: [screws up all his courage] You love him, don't you?

Misteia: [smiles, puzzled] Yes.

Ash:[trying to sound upbeat, and not coming off as so] All right. I understand. Fine. When he comes back,... I won't get in the way.

Misteia: [smiles as she realizes his misunderstanding] Oh, No, it's not like that at all..He's my brother.

[Ashton is completely stunned by this news. She smiles and give him a big kiss.]

ENDOR FOREST-NIGHT

[Bruke brings a lone torch slowly to logs set carefully as a funeral pyre where father's body lies, again dressed in his black mask and helmet. He sets the pyre to torch and stands close, ignoring the burning heat as he sadly watches the flames leap higher and consume the the once proud form of Slate Vader--Anaflint Stonewalker. He looks skyward and lets the wind take his sadness as the sparks fade into the night air above.]

[Fireworks explode and light up the night as Rebel fighters zoom happily in celebration across the sky]

URSA VILLAGE SQUARE-NIGHT

[A huge bonfire is the centerpiece of a wild celebration. Rebels and Ursas rejoice in the warm glow of firelight, drums beating, singing, dancing, and laughing in the communal language of victory and liberation.]

VARIOUS PLACES

[Scene changes to show a huge galactic party: On Tatooine in Mos Eisley, on Bespin; the Cloud City, on Coruscant; where the galactic senate and Jedi council used to rein. Everywhere throughout the galaxy there was rejoice and merriment.]

URSA VILLAGE SQUARE-NIGHT

[Garyando runs in and is enthusiastically hugged by Ashton and Churie. Then come Redgie and the rest of the Rebel fleet, they too are greeted warmly. Then, finally, Bruke arrives and the friends rush to greet and embrace him. They stand close, this hardy group, taking comfort in each other's touch, together to the end.]

[Rebels and Ursas join together in dancing and celebration, along with a hoard of other pokemon. The original group of adventurers watch from the sidelines. Only Bruke seems distracted, alone in their midsts, his thoughts elsewhere.]

[Finally, he moves towards the door but stops and smiles as he suddenly sees the three shimmering, smiling figures at

the edge of the shadows: Sam Kenoaki, Yabra, and Anaflint Stonewalker. Suddenly he feels at peace with his mind and allows Misteia to lead him back into the happy celebration.]

THE END

CREDITS

PRODUCTION STAFF

Directed by
RICHARD MARQUAND
Produced by
HOWARD KAZANJIAN
Screenplay by
LAWRENCE KASDAN and GEORGE LUCAS
Story by
GEORGE LUCAS
Executive Producer
GEORGE LUCAS
Co-Producers
ROBERT WATTS, JIM BLOOM
Production Designer
NORMAN REYNOLDS
Director of Photography
ALAN HUME, B.S.C
Edited by
SEAN BARTON, MARCIA LUCAS, DUWAYNE DUNHAM
Visual Effects
RICHARD EDLUND, A.S.C, DENNIS MUREN, KEN RALSTON
Costume Designers
AGGIE GUERARD RODGERS, NILO RODIS-JAMERO
Mechanical Effects Supervision
KIT WEST
Make-Up and Creature Design
PHIL TIPPETT, STUART FREEBORN
Sound Design
BEN BURTT
Music by
JOHN WILLIAMS

CAST

Bruke Stonewalker BROCK SLATE
Ashton Solo ASH KETCHUM
Princess Misteia MISTY WATERS
Garyando Calrissian GARY OAK
Togepio (To-GPO) TOGETIC
Chartoo Zetoo (Char-2 Z-2) CHARIZARD

Churaicca RAICHU
Anaflint Stonewalker FLINT SLATE
Emperor Palpatine IAN McDIARMID
Yabra ABRA
Slate Vader FLINT SLATE
Voice of Slate Vader HIS OWN
Sam (Obi-Wan) Kenoaki PROF. SAMUEL OAK
Redgie Antilies RICHIE

SUPPORTING CAST

Moff Jerjerrod MICHAEL PENNINGTON
Admiral Piett KENNETH COLLEY
Bib Fortuna MICHAEL CARTER
Admiral Arbok ARBOK
General Madine DERMOT CROWLEY
Mon Mothma CAROLINE BLAKISTON
Wicket WARWICK DAVIS
Paploo KENNY BAKER
Boba Fett JEREMY BULLOCH
Oola FEMI TAYLOR
Sy Snootles ANNIE ARBOGAST
Fat Dancer CLAIRE DAVENPORT
Teebo JACK PURVIS
Logray MIKE EDMONDS
Chief Chirpa JANE BUSBY
Ursa Warrior MALCOM DIXON
Ursa Warrior MIKE COTTRELL
Nicki NICKI READE
Stardestroyer Controller No. 1 ADAM BAREHAM
Stardestroyer Controller No. 2 JONATHAN OLIVER
Stardestroyer Captain No. 1 PIP MILLER
Stardestroyer Captain No. 2 TOM MANNION
Jabba Puppeteers TOBY PHILPOTT, MIKE EDMONDS,
DAVID BARCLAY
Puppeteers MICHAEL McCORMICK, DEEP ROY,
SIMON WILLIAMSON, HUGH SPIRIT,
SWIM LEE, MICHAEL QUINN, RICHARD ROBINSON

Set Decorators

MICHAEL FORD, HARRY LANGE
Conceptual Artist
RALPH McQUARRIE
Art Directors
FRED HOLE, JAMES SCHOPPE
Assistant Art Directors
MICHAEL LAMONT, JOHN FENNER, RICHARD DAWKING
Assistant Art Decorator
SHARON CARTWRIGHT
Set Dresser
DOUG VON KOSS
Assistant Set Dresser
CHUCK RAY
Constuction Manager
BILL WELCH
Assistant Construction Manager
ALAN BOOTH
Construction Supervisor
ROGER IRVIN
General Foreman
BILL IIAMS
Construction Foreman
GREG CALLAS, GUY CLAUSE, DOUG ELLIOT, STAN WAKASHIGE
Laborer Foremen
GENE FUKUZAWA, DON JOHNSON
Paint Foreman
GARY CLARK
Standby Painter
GIOVANNI FERRARA
Sketch Artist
ROY CARNON
Scenic Artist
TED MICHELL
Assistant Scenic Artist
STEVEN SALLYBANKS
Decor and Lettering Artist
BOB WALKER, BRIAN SMITH
Electronic Graphic Consultant
ROB DICKINSON
Set Draftsmen
REG BREAM, MARK BILLERMAN, CHRIS CAMPELL
GEORGE DJURKOVIC, GAVIN BOCQUET, KEVIN PHIPPS
Production Buyers
DAVID LUSBY, IAN GILADJIAN
Constuction Storeman
DAVID MIDDLETON
Art Department Secretary
CAROL REGAN

Location Director of Photography
JIM GLENNON
Additional Photography
JACK LOWIN
Operating Cameramen
ALEC MILLS, TOM LAUGHRIDGE, MIKE BENSON
Focus Puller
MICHAEL FRIFT, CHRIS TANNER
Assistant Cameramen
Leo NAPOLITANO, BOB LA BONGE
Second Assistant Cameramen
SIMON HUME, STEVE TATE, MARTIN KENZIE, MICHAEL GLENNON
Gaffers
MIKE PANTAGES, BOB BREMNER
Aerial Photography
RON GOODMAN, MARGARET HERRON
Helicopter Pilot
MARK WOLFE
Key Grip
DICK DOVA SPAH
Best Boy
JOE CROWLEY
Dolly Grip
CHUNKY HUSE, REG HALL
Matte Photography Consultant
STANLEY SAYER, B.S.C.
Rigging Gaffers
CLARK GARLAND, TOMMY BROWN
Electrician
Bill DREYFUSS
Craft Service
GEORGE MAURICIO

Chief Make-Up Artist

TOM SMITH, GRAHAM FREEBORN
Make-Up Artists
PETER ROBB KING, DICKIE MILLS
KAY FREEBORN, NICK DUDMAN, ALAN BROWNIE
Make-Up Assistants
BOB KEEN, SUE OAKS, CHRISTINE ALLSOPP, DANIEL PARKER
JEREMY HARRIS, TERRI ANDERSON
Make-Up Effects Engineer
BOB BROMLEY
Modellers
MICHAEL OSBORN, JAN STEVENS, CHRISTINE OVERS, RICHARD PADBURY
Chief Hairdresser
PATRICIA McDERMONT
Hairdressers
MIKE LOCKEY, PAUL LE BLANC
Chief Articulation Engineer
STUART ZIFF
Assistant Articulation Engineer
EBEN STROMQUIST
Armature Design
PETER RONZANI
Plastic Designer
RICHARD DAVIS
Sculptural Designers
CHUCK WILEY, JAMES HOWARD
Key Sculptors
DAVE CARSON, TONY McVEY, DAVE SOSALLA,
JUDY ELKINS, DEREK HOWARTH
Cheif Moldmaker
WESLEY SEEDS
Moldmaker
RON YOUNG
Creature Technicians
RANDY DUTRA, KIRK THATCHER, DAN HOWARD, JAMES ISAAC,
BRIAN TURNER, JEANNE LAUREN, RICHARD SPAH JR.,
ETHAN WILEY, RAY HANSON, RODGER SHAW
Creature Consultants
JON BERG, CHRIS WALAS
Production/Creature Co-Ordinator
PATTY BLAU
Latex Foam Lab Supervisor
TOM McLAUGHLIN
Animatronics Engineers
JOHN COPPINGER

Wardrobe Supervisor
RON BECK
Costume Supervisor
MARY ELIZABETH STILL
Wardrobe Mistress
JANET TEBROOKE
Shop Manager
JENNY GREEN
Jeweler
RICHARD MILLER
Wardrode Assistants
PATRICK WHEATLEY, COLIN WILCON, JANET LUCAS, DIANE MURPHY,
MICHAEL JEFFREY, KEITH MORTON, JOHN BIRKINSHAW
Creature Costumers
BARBARA KASSAL, EDWIN PELLIKKA, ANNE POLLAND, ELVIRA ANGELINETTA,
MICK BECKER, CLAUDIA EVERETT, LAURIE RUDD, NANCY SERVIN,
KARRIN KAIN, DERIK HYDE, MAGGIE JOY, PATTE MOON, JANICE GARTIN,
JULIE WOODBRIDGE, BARBARA GILLETT, RITA WAKELY, EILEEN SULLIVAN

Property Master

PETER HANCOCK
Assistant Property Master
CHARLES TORBETT
Property Supervisors
DAN COANGELO, BRIAN LOFTHOUSE
Property
HOLLY WALKER, IVAN VAN PERRE
Propmakers
BILL HARGREAVES, RICHARD PETERS
Master Carpenter
BERT LONG
Master Plasterer
KENNY CLARKE
Master Painter
ERIC SHIRTCLIFFE
Supervising Rigger
RED LAWRENCE
Supervising Stagehabd
EDDIE BURKE
Sail Co-Ordinators
BILL KREYSLER, WARWICK TOMPKINS
Sails Engineering
DERRICK BAYLIS, PEGGY KASHUBA

Production Sound
TONY DAWE, RANDY THOM
Boom Operators
DAVID BATCHELOR, DAVID PARKER
Sound Assistants
SHEP DAWE, JIM MANSON
Audio Engineers
T.M. CHRISTOPHER, KRIS HANDWERK, TOM JOHNSON, BRIAN KELLY,
ROBERT MARTY, SCOTT ROBINSON, DENNIE THORPE, JOHN WATSON
Post-Production Assistants
CATHERINE COOMBS, K.C. HODENFIELD, JAMES KESSLER, SUSAN LEAHY
English Lyrics
JOSEPH WILLIAMS
Huttesse Lyrics
ANNIE ARBOGAST
Ursaese Lyrics
BEN BURTT
Re-Recording Mixers
GARY SUMMER, ROGER SAVAGE, BEN BURTT, RANDY THOM
Music Recording
ERIC TOMLINSON
Orchestrations
HERBERT W. SPENCER
Supervising Music Editor
KENNETH WANNBERG
Re-Recording Engineer
TOMLINSON HOLMAN
Assistant Film Editors
STEVE STARKEY, CONRAD BUFF, PHIL SANDERSON, NICK HOSKER,
DEBRA McDERMOTT, CLIVE HARTLEY
Sound Effects Editors
RICHARD BURROW, TERESA ECKTON, KEN FISHER
Dialogue Editors
LAUREL LADEVICH, CURT SCHULKEY, BONNIE KOEHLER,
VICKIE ROSE SAMPSON
Assistant Sound Editors
CHRIS WEIR, BILL MANN, GLORIA BORDERS, SUZANNE FOX, KATHY RYAN,
NANCY JENKS, MARY HELEN LEASMAN

Production Supervisor
DOUGLAS TWIDDY
Production Executive
ROBERT LATHAM BROWN
Unit Production Manager
MIKI HERMAN
Assistant Production Manager
PATRICA CARR
Associate to Producer
LOUIS G. FRIEDMAN

First Assistant Director/Second Unit Director
DAVID TOMBLIN
Second Assistant Directors
ROY BUTTON, MICHEAL STEELE, CHRIS NEWMAN, RUSSELL LODGE
Production Assistant
IAN BRYCE
Production Co-Ordinator
LATA RYAN
Co-Ordination Assistants
SUNNI KERWIN, GAIL SAMUELSON
Script Supervisor
PAMELA MANN FRANCIS
Location Script Supervisor
BOB FOREST
Stunt Co-Ordinator
GLENN RANDALL
Stunt Arranger
PETER DIAMOND
Casting
MARY SELWAY BUCKLEY
Location Casting
DAVE EMAN, BILL LYTLE
Assistants to Mr. Kazanjian
KATHLEEN HARTNEY ROSS, BETTY SHARP
Assistant to Mr. Bloom
JOHN SYRJAMAKI
Assistant to Mr. Lucas
JANE BAY
Assistant to Mr. Marquand
LEILA KIRKPATRICK
Choreographer
GILLIAN GREGORY
Location Choreographer
WENDY ROGERS

Production Controller
ARTHUR CARROLL
Production Accountant
MARGARET MITCHELL
Production Accountant
COLIN HURREN
Assistant Accountants
SHEALA DANIELL, BARBARA HARLEY, SIAN WILLIAMS, ALEX MATCHAM
Location Accountants
DIANE DANKWARDT, PINKI RAGAN, DICK WRIGHT, SUSAN ROYAL

Transportation Co-Ordinator
GENE SCHWARTZ
Transportation Captains
JOHN FEINBLATT, H. LEE NOBLITT
Studio Transportation Managers
VIC MINAY, MARK LA BONGE
Location Contact
LENNIE FIKE
Still Photographers
ALBERT CLARKE, RALPH NELSON JR.
Unit Publicist
GORDON ARNELL
Assistant Publicist
JUNE BROOM
Marketing
SIDNEY GANIS, SUSAN TREMBLY
Photographic Co-Ordinators
BARB LAKIN, KATHY WIPPERT
Research
DEBORAH FINE

Special Effects Supervisor
ROY ARBOGAST
Special Effect Foreman
WILLIAM DAVID LEE
Special Effects Floor Controller
IAN WINGROVE
Senior Effects Technicians
PETER DAWSON, RODNEY FULLER, NEIL SWAN,
TREVOR NEIGHBOUR, DAVID WATSON
Chief Electronics Technician
RON HONE
Special Effects Technicians
KEN GITTENS, BARRY WHITROD, JOHN HATT, TERRY GLASS,
YVES DE BONO, STEVE LLOYD, ROGER NICHOLS, PAUL KNOWLES
Wire Specialists
BOB HARMAN, STEVE CRAWLEY
Location Special Effects
KEVIN PIKE, MIKE WOOD, DAVID SIMMONS, GARY ZINK, EDDIE SURKIN,
JOHN STIRBER, BRUNO VAN ZEEBROECK, JOHN CHAPOT,
WILLIAM KLINGER JR. DONALD CHADLER
Electrical Engineer
TERRY COX
Effects Co-Ordinator
JOHN BAKER
Effects Secretary
REBECCA WEST

MINIATURE AND OPTICAL EFFECTS UNIT
INDUSTRIAL LIGHT AND MAGIC

Optical Photography Supervisor
BRUCE NICHOLSON
Effects Cameramen
DON DOW, MICHAEL J. McALISTER, BILL NEIL, SCOTT FARRAR,
SELWYN EDDY III, MICHAEL OWENS, ROBERT ELSWIT, RICK FICHTER,
STEWART BARBEE, MARK GREDELL, DAVID HARDBURGER
Assistant Cameramen
PAT SWEENEY, KIM MARKS, ROBERT HILL, RAY GILBERTI, RANDY JOHNSON,
PATRICK McARDLE, PETER DAULTON, BESSIE WILEY, MARYAN EVANS,
TOBY HEIDEL, DAVID FINCHER, PETER ROMANO
Optical Printer Operators
JOHN ELIS, DAVID BERRY, KENNETH SMITH, DONALD CLARK,
MARK VARGO, JAMES LIM
Optical Line-Up
TOM ROSSETER, ED L. JONES, RALPH GORDON, PHILIP BARBERIO,
PEG HUNTER, MARY WALTER, MICHAEL SHANNON
Lab Technicians
TIM GEIDEMAN, DUNCAN MYERS, MICHAEL S. MOORE

Art Directors-Visual Effects
JOE JOHNSTON
Production Illustrator
GEORGE JENSON
Stop Motion Animator
TOM ST. AMAND
Matte Painting Supervisor
MICHAEL PANGRAZIO
Matte Painting Artists
CHRIS EVANS, FRANK ORDAZ
Matte Photography
NEIL KREPELA, CRAIG BARRON
Chief Model Makers
PAUL HUSTON, CHARLES BAILEY, MICHAEL GLENN FULMER, EASE OWYEUNG
Model Makers
WILLIAM MARSHALL, SEAN CASEY, LARRY TAN, BARBARA GALLUCCI,
JEFF MANN, IRA KEELER, BILL BECK, MIKE COCHRANE, BARBARA AFFONSO,
BILL BUTTERFIELD, MARCHI McMAHON, RANDY OTTENBERG, ROBERT BOVILL
Modelshop Supervisors
LORNE PETERSON, STEVE GAWLEY
Animation Supervisor
JAMES KEEFER
Head Effects Animators
GARRY WALLER, KIMBERLY KNOWLTON
Effects Animators
TERRY WINDELL, RENEE HOLT, MIKE LESSA, SAMUEL COMSTOCK, ROB LA DUCA,
ANNICK THERRIEN, SUKI STERN, MARGOT PIPKIN, JOHN ARMSTRONG,
REBECCA PETRULLI, DARRYL STUDBAKER, PHILIP NORWOOD

Supervising Visual Effects Editor
ARTHUR REPOLA
Visual Effects Editors
HOWARD STEIN, PETER AMUNDSON, BILL KIMBERLIN
Assistant Visual Effects Editors
ROBERT CHRISOULIS, MICHAEL GLEASON, JAY IGNASZEWSKI, JOE CLASS,
TERRY PECK, DANIEL CANDIB


General Manager, ILM
TOM SMITH
Production Supervisor
PATRICIA ROSE DUIGNAN
Production Co-Ordinators
WARREN FRANKLIN, LAURIE VERMONT
Administrative Staff
CHRISSE ENGLAND, LAURA KAYSEN, PAULA KARSH, KAREN AYERS,
SONJA PAULSON, KAREN DUBE, ED BREED, LES THALER, MIKE COOPER,
NED GORMAN, RON FODE
Production Assistants
SUSAN FRITZ-MONAHAN, KATHY SHINE, GEOFFREY DeVALOIS
Supervisor-Still Photography
TERRY CHOSTNER
Still Photographers
ROBERTO McGRATH, KERRY MORDQUIST
Electronic System Designers
JERRY JEFFRESS, KRIS BROWN
Electronic Engineers
MIKE MacKENZIE, MARTY BRENNEIS
Computer Graphics
WILLIAM REEVES, TOM DUFF
Equipment Engineering Supervisor
GENE WHITEMAN
Machinists
UDO PAMPEL, CONRAD BONDERSON
Apprentice Machinists
DAVID HANKS, CHRIS RAND
Design Engineer
MIKE BOLLES
Equipment Support Staff
WADE CHILDRESS, MICHAEL J. SMITH, CRISTI McCARTHY, ED TENNLER
Supervising Stage Technician
TED MOEHNKE
Stage Foreman
PATRICK FITZSIMMONS
Stage Technicians
BOB FINLEY III, ED HIRSH, JOHN McLEOD, PETER STOLZ, DAVE CHILDERS,
HAROLD COLE, MERLIN OHM, JOE FULMER, LANCE BRAKETT
Pyrotechnicians
THAINE MORRIS, DAVE PIER
Steadicam Plate Photography
GARRET BROWN
Ultra High Speed Photography
BRUCE HILL PRODUCTIONS
Color Timers
JIM SCHURMANN, BOB HAGANS
Negative Cutter
SUNRISE FILM INC.
Additional Optical Effects
LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN FILMS, PACIFIC TITLE, MONACO FILM LABS,
CALIFORNIA FILM, VISUAL CONCEPTS ENGINEERING, MOVIE MAGIC,
VAN der VEER PHOTO EFFECTS

URSAS (Teddiursas)

MARGO APOSTOCOS LINDA BOWLEY
RAY ARMSTRONG PETER BURROUGHS
EILEEN BAKER DEBBIE CARRINGTON
MICHAEL H. BALHAM MAUREEN CHARLTON
BOBBIE BELL WILLIAM COPPEN
PATTY BELL SADIE CORRIE
ALAN BENNETT TONY COX
SARAH BENNETT JOHN CUMMING
PAMELA BETTS JEAN D'AGOSTINO
DAN BLACKNER LUIS DE JESUS
DEBBIE DIXON JOHN LUMMISS
MARGARITA FERNANDEZ NANCY MACLEAN
PHIL FONDACARO PETER MANDELL
SAL FONDACARO CAROLE MORRIS
TONY FRIEL STACY NICHOLS
DAN FRISHMAN CHRIS NUNN
JOHN GAVAM BARBARA O'LAUGHLIN
MICHAEL GILDEN BRIAN ORENSTIEN
PAUL GRANT HARRELL PARKER JR.
LARS GREEN JOHN PEDRICK
LYDIA GREEN APRIL PERKINS
PAM GRIZZ RONNIE PHILLIPS
ANDREW HERD KATIE PERVIS
J. J. JACKSON CAROL READ
GLYNN JONES NICHOLAS READ
RICHARD JONES DIANA REYNOLDS
TREVOR JONES DANIEL RODGERS
KAREN LAY CHRIS ROMANO
DEAN SHACKENFORD JOSEPHINE STADDON
KIRAN SHAH KEVIN THOMPSON
FELIX SILLA KENDRA WALL
LINDA SPRIGGS BRIAN WHEELER
GERARLD STADDON BUTCH WILHELM

Mime Artists
FRANK ANDERSON, AILSA BERK, SEAN CRAWFORD, ANDY CUNNINGHAM, TIM DRY,
GRAEME HATTRICK, PHIL HERBERT, GERALD HOME, PAUL SPRINGER

Stunt Performers
BOB ANDERSON, DIRK YOHAN BEER, MORC BOYLE, MIKE CASSIDY, TRACY EDDON,
SANDRA GROSS, TED GROSSMAN, FRANK HENSON, LARRY HOLT, BILL HORRIGAN,
ALF JOINT, JULIUS LEFLORE, COLIN SKEAPING, MALCOM WEAVER,
PAUL WESTON, BOB YERKES, DAN ZORMEIER

Thanks to the U.S. Department of Interior Bureau of Land Management
and National Park Service
Photographed in Buttercup Valley, Death Valley, and
Smith River, California and
EMI-Elstree Studios, Borehamwood, England
Cameras and Lenses by Joe Dunton Cameras Ltd.
Aerial Camera System by Wesscam Camera Systems (Europe)
Lighting Equipment and Crew from Lee Electic Ltd.
Production Vehicles Courtesy of GMC Truck and Oldsmobile
Location Service by Cinemobile Air Transportation by PAN AM
Re-Recording at Sprocket Systems Music Recoring at Anvil-Abbey Road Studio
Special Visual Effects Produced at Industrial Light and Magic,
Marin County, California
Color by Rank Film Laboratories Prints by Deluxe

Recorded in DOLBY STEREO

A Lucasfilm Ltd. Production A Twentieth Century-Fox Release

Music Performed by the London Symphony Orchestra

Original Soundtrack on RSO Records and Tapes
Novelization from Ballantine Books
TM & Lucasfilm Ltd (LFL) 1983 All Rights Reserved
MPAA CODE NO. 26991 MPAA RATING: PG Running Time: 2 hours 13 minutes

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