EXT. JUNDLAND WASTES - EVENING
Obi-Wan -- with Beru and Nellith beside and behind him -- steers his landspeeder over the rocky terrain of the Jundland Wastes.
Suddenly, without warning, a mechanical cough issues forth from the vehicle and the repulsorlifts go dead. Without antigravity to suspend it, the landspeeder collapses to the ground, hitting the ground with a strong jarring jerk.
BERU: (weary) What now?
Wordlessly, Ben hops out of the speeder and walks over to the engines in back. Looking them over, he recoils as oily black smoke billows out in his face.
OBI-WAN: (coughs) I don't think we'll be going any further with this speeder.
BERU: (looks back over her shoulder at the Jedi, frowning) Are you sure?
OBI-WAN: (waving smoke away) I can't fix something like this out here. (beat) We have to continue on foot.
BERU: (climbs out of the speeder and walks over to Ben) We can't walk through this! The farm's two -- maybe three -- weeks away from here! We'll die long before we ever get home!
OBI-WAN: (puts his hands on her shoulders) Beru, we can make it. (beat) If we rest in the shade during the day and move only at night, we can just make it.
BERU: But water --
OBI-WAN: We can stay hydrated on the prey we catch. (beat) It won't be much, but it should be enough to last us the rest of the way.
BERU: (looks over at Nellith, who looks back at them) What about her?
OBI-WAN: As bad as they look, Nellith's wounds are merely flesh wounds. If we can continue going, so can she.
Resigned, Beru sighs. Silently, the three individuals proceed to retrieve as many supplies as they can carry with them from the speeder. Then, exchanging glances, they start about on their trek through the desert on foot.
EXT. JUNDLAND WASTES
Time passes. Working together, Ben, Nellith, and Beru manage to cover ground, finding shelter during the day and hunting down prey during the night as they find themselves closer to home. As the days roll into weeks, though, they grow wearier and wearier, their bodies growing gaunt with the lack of adequate food and water.
EXT. DESERT - SUNSET
After more than two weeks, the trio finally crosses the boundary separating the rocky Jundland Wastes from the flat, sandier desert. A fierce sandstorm has picked up, however, and they have no cave or hollow to protect themselves from the powerful sand-filled wind.
As the wind blows stronger and the sand begins to accumulate around them, Nellith is the first to falter and then collapse, Beru quickly following after her. The only one remaining conscious, Ben turns and heads back to the two women, unwilling to abandon them. He can do nothing to help them, though, and in moments he, too, succumbs to the sandstorm.
Moments pass, and soon the three travellers are nearly completely buried beneath the sand. A low drone begins to barely resound through the thick air, though, drawing Obi-Wan out of his semi-conscious fugue. Looking upward, he watches as a familiar G9 Rigger freighter descends from the brown sky over them.
As the freighter touches down beside them, the main hatch lowers and Owen comes out from the ship. Running over to Ben, he helps pull the Jedi knight up.
OBI-WAN: Get Beru -- I'll help Nellith.
Quickly, the Jedi and the moisture farmer help the two women to their feet. Together with the girls, they climb aboard the ship.
INT. FREIGHTER/COCKPIT - SUNSET
Entering the dingy cockpit of the freighter, the three desert-weary travellers collapse to their knees on the deck. The pilot of the ship -- Anakin, his shoulder wound covered in a bacta patch -- rises from the pilot's chair, a pair of canteens in his hand.
OBI-WAN: (frowns) Anakin?
ANAKIN: (tosses the canteens to Owen) Welcome aboard the Twilight.
OWEN: (hands the canteens to Ben and Nellith) Don't drink too much -- you might get sick. (to Anakin) Get us the hell out of here!
Getting back into his seat, Nik closes the hatch and proceeds to bring the craft back up into the air.
OWEN: (notices Nellith's wound) God, Nellith -- what did they do to you?
NELLITH: (takes a gulp from her canteen before handing it to Beru) Nothing compared to what I've seen done to others.
OBI-WAN: (to Anakin) What the hell are you doing out here? You should be in Anchorhead recovering from your injury!
ANAKIN: And leave you and my two favourite girls in the world to die out here in the middle of nowhere? Forget it, Ben.
BERU: How did you find us?
Anakin doesn't answer right away. After a moment passes, he turns around to look behind him, making direct eye contact with Obi-Wan.
ANAKIN: I brought myself in touch with the greater reality surrounding me.
EXT. SANDSTORM - SUNSET
As the Twilight climbs higher into the sky, the winds of the sandstorm intensify immensely, and the freighter begins to rattle with incredible turbulence.
INT. TWILIGHT/COCKPIT - SUNSET
NELLITH: What's happening?
ANAKIN: The sandstorm's growing stronger. I don't think --
Before he can finish his sentence, he looks directly out the viewport, freezing at what he sees before him.
OWEN: Nik, what is it?
ANAKIN: (eyes wide) Oh, shi --!
EXT. SANDSTORM - SUNSET
Without any warning whatsoever, three immense tornados of swirling sand-filled air have taken shape in the path beyond the spice freighter. Though there is some room between the sand twisters to allow passage, the immense size and force of the combined swirling vortices will make such passage incredibly difficult.
INT. TWILIGHT/COCKPIT - SUNSET
Standing up, Obi-Wan leaves Owen and the women and walks up beside Anakin, looking out the viewport at the titanic twisters.
OBI-WAN: You can do this, Anakin.
ANAKIN: (incredulous) Are you crazy?! In case you haven't noticed, the Twilight is an old, slow spice freighter long overdue for a date with the scrap heap, not a T-7 Skyhopper! She's not exactly made for navigating multiple sand twisters!
OBI-WAN: You can do it, Anakin, if you put your mind to it.
ANAKIN: Tell me how, and I'll try.
OBI-WAN: You'll do.
ANAKIN: (frustrated) Yeah, yeah -- just tell me!
OBI-WAN: First close your eyes, then relax.
ANAKIN: (laughs scornfully) That'll be easy!
OBI-WAN: (frustrated) Goddammit, Anakin!
ANAKIN: Alright, alright! I'm relaxing! (closes his eyes)
OBI-WAN: Good. (beat) Now visualize yourself reaching out toward the twisters, feeling the spaces between them. Explore them all. (beat) Now, find all the possible routes you can take through them. Abandon all but the safest, and fly on through.
His face oddly serene amongst all this chaos, Nik responds to Ben's commands and pushes the controls of the ship forward.
EXT. SANDSTORM - SUNSET
The Twilight surges forward, banking left and plummeting into the space between the two left-most twisters. Entering the rending wind currents, the ship twists first left, then right, falling headlong towards the central tornado.
INT. TWILIGHT/COCKPIT - SUNSET
OWEN: I have a bad feeling about this.
EXT. SANDSTORM - SUNSET
Just when it seems that the freighter is going to get swept up into the twister, it instead twists around it, corkscrewing around to the top, where it is then thrown upward, clear out of the reach of the triplet tornadoes.
INT. TWILIGHT/COCKPIT - SUNSET
OBI-WAN: (pats Nik on the back with a pleased smile on his face) Good work, Anakin. I told you you could do it.
Turning to look up at the Jedi, Anakin grins, pleased with his piloting and Ben's praise.
OBI-WAN: (cont'd) Now get us up over this storm and head on back for home.
As Anakin does as he's told, Ben rejoins the others.
OWEN: What just happened? How did he do that?
OBI-WAN: (serious) Don't you know?
Owen returns Obi-Wan's serious expression. He knows exactly.
EXT. SKY - SUNSET
Breaking through the top of the sandstorm, the Twilight emerges into the clear darkening sky of Tatooine, the vermilion light of the setting suns gleaming off its hull as it rockets toward home.