Well folks, here's some of the script I've written. Parts of this will change in thefuture due to some character changes to Carima, Nakerem, and Crayde, but the overall feel will be similar.
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far, away...
A vast sea of stars serves as the backdrop for the main
title. War drums echo through the heavens as a rollup
slowly crawls into infinity.
The Republic is in decline.
A vast Galactic Senate, formerly
trusted to serve the people has
become rife with corruption and
crippled by bureaucracy.
Gangs of ruthless crime lords
and pirates all but rule over
many worlds while vessels and
citizens have gone missing
without warning.
In these trying times a scant
number of dedicated warriors
and guardians serve as the
last protectors of a desperate
galaxy...
EXT. TATOOINE STAR SYSTEM
The desert planet of Tatooine sits peacefully in the stars. Out of nowhere two ships quickly emerge; a small, nondescript, one manned, fairly damaged, cruiser being chased and fired upon with dozens of laser blasts by a sharper edged, sleek fighter in much better condition. The smaller cruiser weaves back and forth attempting to dodge, but is hit by some of the blasts.
INT. CRUISER SHIP - COCKPIT
A helmeted pilot in goggles and goatee quickly but calmly hits several switches while doing his best to keep the ship in once piece.
EXT. TATOOINE STAR SYSTEM
The cruiser quickly halts thrusters causing the chasing ship to speed ahead, but it quickly makes a vertical 360 turn and once again gets behind the cruiser.
INT. CRUISER SHIP - COCKPIT
Another blaster shot rocks the craft as the pilot briefly looks towards the planet. Thinking it over he steers the ship towards the planet.
EXT. TATOOINE STAR SYSTEM
The attacking ship continues its barrage against the cruiser. The two ships begin to heat up as they enter the planet's atmosphere.
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INT. MOS EISLEY GARAGE - DAY
A jumpsuited masked welder works over a piece of equipment. The garage is a bit of a mess filled with various bits and sizes of junk all over.
WOMAN'S VOICE (O.S): Nik? Nik?!
The welder hears the voice and turns off their equipment. Walking in with a spring in their step is BERU LARS adorned in a light blue robe and dress. Her bob haircut nicely frames the big smile she's sporting. She walks up behind the welder and begins to speak.
BERU (excitedly): Get this Nik, Owen talked with some of the traders that just showed up in town, and as of this morning, the farm's got six new vaporators coming in this season with more to come after that not to mention-
The welder takes off their mask and turns around to reveal a dirty blond haired CARIMA NIVIR, with both small amounts of dirt and wry amusement all over her face. Beru is confused.
BERU: Wait...
There's a knock. Beru turns to see the source and spots standing in the doorway, grin on his face and running a hand through his dark hair ANAKIN SKYWALKER. His worn and wrinkled tan pants betray the more formal look of his gray long sleeved collared shirt.
ANAKIN: Come on Beru, a little short to be me, don't ya think?
He walks down the steps into the room as CARIMA lightly chuckles to herself.
BERU: Where have you been?
ANAKIN: Strolling. Seeing what the peddlers were trotting out today.
CARIMA: She's got good news for you Skywalker.
ANAKIN: Really?
BERU: Six cheap moisture vaporators, all this season, all belonging to us.
ANAKIN: Well, that is... that is definitely... news.
BERU: Come on Nik, this is big. Owen's had his eye on something like these since last year and now we've got em. We're could very well have double the harvest this time next year.
ANAKIN: And Owen thinking double the profits no doubt.
Carima stands arms folded, watching the conversation with slight interest.
BERU: Hey with these vaporators and this freighter job of yours, who knows? We're looking at investments, savings, maybe even some droid help.
CARIMA (wistful): That's the dream isn't it?
Anakin gives her a look, but Beru gets his attention again.
BERU: Look Anakin, just keep all this in mind okay? Owen's already got a new layout for the season, and he'll want your imput.
ANAKIN: *sigh* That's what I'm afraid of. Alright, I'll start putting something together.
BERU: Fantastic. I've got some work myself, so I'll see you back home. Carima, some time you've got to stop by and see how good these six are.
CARIMA: Make time to look at water collectors? Of course.
Beru hurriedly leaves, still excited. Carima and Anakin watch her go with the former shaking her head.
CARIMA: You have a sister thrilled by moisture vaporators.
ANAKIN: Says the woman obsessed with getting her hands on repair droids.
He walks over to the equipment to admire her handiwork.
ANAKIN: Nicely done.
CARIMA: Its a basic job; you know Old Darklighter, if we don't get it done today, its him yelling all day tomorrow.
ANAKIN: Still Carima, quality work's quality work.
CARIMA: Eh, yours is almost there; which is amazing given you spend all your actual effort trying to get piloting time.
He nods, and then looks at her as she puts the equipment away
ANAKIN: What do you mean "almost"?
CARIMA (smirking): Oh, you're good Skywalker, but not that good.
The two start heading out of the garage.
ANAKIN: Good enough to not take naps on the freighter, at least.
CARIMA: I don't do that... anymore.
They share a smile.
EXT. MOS EISLEY - DAY
The two casually walk around the spaceport. The area is abuzz with a number of alien pedestrians moving about and multiple small buildings in the midst of construction. Repair droids can be seen working all over. Anakin looks a bit put off by the constant activity.
ANAKIN: Has this place always this... active?
CARIMA: Look at this way, we may be looking at our next customers right now.
ANAKIN: You've got greater faith in the future of spice freighting than I do.
They get close to a small shop. While walking both notice a trio of large alien thugs surrounding a small Rodian shopkeeper. Anakin gets concerned and stops moving to watch.
ANAKIN: Who are they?
CARIMA: Probably work for one of the Hutts.
ANAKIN: Protection money?
Carima shrugs. The three get in closer and start intimidating the owner. Before he can step in, Carima puts her arm on his shoulder.
CARIMA: Not our fight, come on.
He resists, but eventually relents, and walks off with her, giving one last look towards the shop.
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EXT. TATOOINE DESERT - DAY
Anakin drives the speeder over the vast wastes, frown etched on his face. Carima looks at him slightly worried .
CARIMA: Can't beat yourself up about this.
ANAKIN: I just stood there.
CARIMA: Getting in the middle of it wouldn't have helped.
Anakin doesn't respond, still clearly bothered.
CARIMA: Look we've got a run in the next couple of days and a few more repairs to do; they'll get your mind off of it.
ANAKIN: A run to Sullust doesn't need a navigator.
CARIMA: You're going into this routine again?
He rubs his face with one of his hands.
ANAKIN: What am I doing here Rima?
CARIMA: You're doing your job and staying out of trouble. And if you haven't heard, that's a rare feat in this day and age.
Anakin shakes his head.
ANAKIN: Its not enough.
CARIMA: Hey, focus. Beru had a point Skywalker. You got the farm, got this; I mean if all these companies keep putting in money on this dustball like they are, you might be sitting pretty soon.
ANAKIN: Cause that's what the galaxy needs right now, another guy getting rich.
The speeder arrives just outside Anchorhead as the first of Tatooine's suns begins to set. Carima hops out.
CARIMA: Go home and clear your head, ok y? We will need a navigator for Sullust. and as always its you or nobody.
ANAKIN: I'll try. Thanks.
She gives him a warm nod before he speeds off. Anakin starts heading towards home, but seems to sense something and looks out towards the Jundland Wastes. He can't see anything in particular, but can't take his eyes off it. He briefly tries focusing on his route home, but he can't ignore the sensation and after a moment turns towards the Wastes.
EXT. JUNDLAND WASTES - DAY (DUSK)
The small cruiser lies in ruins atop rocky cliffs, smoke emanating from the ship. We see an arm steadily reach out as the REPUBLIC PILOT slowly pulls himself out of the wreckage and drops roughly to the ground. His helmet and navy blue jumpsuit are dirty and slightly damaged but he remains without any serious injuries. Coughing hard he looks around his surroundings.
The same fighter as before slowly appears from behind a cliff and starts aiming its blaster cannons towards him. The PILOT turns around to face the ship and starts reaching towards the hilt attached to his belt.
Without warning blaster shots start hitting the vessel from far away. The REPUBLIC PILOT turns around to see Anakin firing from behind a large boulder. The ship distracted, the PILOT darts down a narrow trail on the cliff, out of the way of the attacking craft.
INT. ENEMY FIGHTER COCKPIT - DAY (DUSK)
From behind the enemy pilot is seen shifting his attention towards Anakin and starts chasing after him.
EXT. JUNDLAND WASTES
Anakin races towards his speeder, hopping in, and quickly taking off with the ship in heavy pursuit. He grits his teeth and takes a deep breath.
ANAKIN: Always with the bright ideas aren't ya Skywalker?
Anakin moves along the canyon valley, carefully avoiding the various fallen boulders and large rocks while staying just ahead of the fighter.
INT. ENEMY FIGHTER COCKPIT
The enemy pilot hits a specific switch while targeting the Anakin.
EXT. JUNDLAND WASTES
A small tracking device hits the back of Anakin's speeder, attaching itself, which he doesn't notice. A moment later he spots a narrow passage in the valley a few dozen meters ahead. Bracing himself he just barely squeezes in, sparks errupting on the side of the speeder as he moves. Once out of the passage he looks behind to see the fighter even closer.
ANAKIN: Owen's gonna love this...
Anakin hits the accelerator, speeding up just enough to remain out range of the the ship's blaster shots. The strain of the speeder's engines is blaring loudly.
INT. ENEMY FIGHTER COCKPIT
The pilot moves his targeting reticule a nearby loose rock formation and fires.
EXT. JUNDLAND WASTES
The blast knocks the loose boulders down into the valley, landing hard just ahead of the speeder. Anakin turns and brakes hard, just barely avoiding smashing into the fallen rocks. The passage now blocked, he quickly gets out of the speeder and readies his blaster. A tense silence passes as he waits for the fighter to get in close.
INT. ENEMY FIGHTER COCKPIT
The targeting reticule is focused directly on Anakin as the pilot readies to fire.
EXT. JUNDLAND WASTES
Out of nowhere the REPUBLIC PILOT jumps onto the the top of the ship, landing on his feet.
INT. ENEMY FIGHTER COCKPIT
The surprised pilot looks around to see what just hit him.
EXT. JUNDLAND WASTES
Just as gracefully as he landed, the REPUBLIC PILOT activates a lasersword and as Anakin watches in awe plunges it into the engine. He quickly pulls it out again and jumps onto a nearby cliff landing slightly awkwardly on his feet.
INT. ENEMY FIGHTER - COCKPIT
Systems and alarms are going crazy inside as the pilot tries to compensate.
EXT. JUNDLAND WASTES
The ship, now starting to smoke from its engines manages an awkward turn and makes a pass towards the REPUBLIC PILOT standing atop the cliff. The PILOT avoids its blaster shots and when it gets close, cuts off its tail, sending the whole vessel into a tailspin.
Anakin and the PILOT watch the ship disappear over the side of the cliff followed by the large sound of crash. The REPUBLIC PILOT takes a brief look down the cliff before heading down into the valley deactivating his sword along the way. He his limping slightly.
Anakin approaches him as he takes off his helmet, revealing a handsome, yet slightly rugged man in his mid 30s,
REPUBLIC PILOT: You hurt?
ANAKIN: Forget me, are you still one piece after all that?
REPUBLIC PILOT: It would appear so.
The pilot takes a look around.
REPUBLIC PILOT: What is this place?
ANAKIN: Welcome to the Jundland Wastes. You picked a hell of a place to land.
REPUBLIC PILOT: Not my first choice I assure you. Glad you were here, but what made you think to help me?
ANAKIN: Well, I saw the insignia on the helmet, and figured anybody from the Republic who's bothered to come all the way out here and on the verge of getting blasted to oblivion probably needs some help.
REPUBLIC PILOT: Thank you. I imagine my ship coming down made quite the site.
ANAKIN: I didn't actually see it.
REPUBLIC PILOT: You heard it then?
ANAKIN: No, that's the thing; I was heading home and I just couldn't get this place out of my head. I don't know, something about it just drew me here. Lucky it did, huh?
The pilot looks at the young man, subtly intrigued by lets it pass quickly.
REPUBLIC PILOT: Yes, quite.
ANAKIN: What happened anyway? Who was that?
REPUBLIC PILOT: I wish I could tell you. I was in the system just about to go to light speed for my rendezvous, when I got ambushed. Whomever they were they came out of nowhere.
ANAKIN: And it was marginally safer down here than up there.
Kenobi nods and shifts the pressure onto one of his legs, clearly bothered.
ANAKIN: You're not gonna get far with a limp that bad. Here let me get the speeder going.
REPUBLIC PILOT: Its quite alright.
ANAKIN: With the suns almost set and Sand People about? Trust me on this.
Anakin starts heading towards the speeder.
ANAKIN: My family's farm isn't too far from here. We've got some room, you can rest up for a bit.
REPUBLIC PILOT: Hmmm, how soon could get I get a transport out of the system?
ANAKIN: Realistically? Tomorrow morning in Mos Eisley.
REPUBLIC PILOT: Guess it'll have to do. You have my thanks again mister...?
He puts his hand out.
ANAKIN: Oh, Anakin Skywalker.
The pilot pauses for a moment.
REPUBLIC PILOT: Ben.
The two shake hands.
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EXT. BOTHAN SPACE
A solitary pleasure craft creeps up to a small fleet of various official Republic vessels. The former is stylish, clearly custom made and outfitted with quality metals, and elaborate windows everywhere.
INT. REPUBLIC TRADE SHIP BRIDGE
A dozen Republic officers work at their respective panels.
BRIDGE OFFICER 1: Transmission should be coming in momentarily.
A noticeable murmur travels among the crew with each one talking to another while laboring. Two near the center of the bridge try and stay quieter.
BRIDGE OFFICER 2: Lot of forces to to engage a glorified pirate, don't you think?
BRIDGE OFFICER 3: I don't know, if even half the stories about this one are true, its probably for the best we've got this many with us.
BRIDGE OFFICER 2: I'm just saying, why this many divisions when he has to know if he tried anything against a Republic ship he'd be doomed?
FEMALE VOICE (O.S): Because lieutenant, people like this one thrive by fear...
Reveal of DARELDA ORGANA, a tall and stern half-alien humanoid. Faint yellow-green skin with long dark hair on her head; familiar signs of authority and professionalism are written all over her face. Though in a room of military veterans, she commands both attention and respect. Even her the formal civilian clothes manage to blend seamlessly in a room dominated by military uniformss.
DARELDA: ...and I have no intention of letting this anyone in this fleet feel afraid.
BRIDGE OFFICER 2: I wasn't trying to question your intentions Senator I-
DARELDA: I'm aware this seems excessive and if we were dealing with even any other gangster scum I wouldn't have bothered, but this one is different.
BRIDGE OFFICER 3: Mrs. Darelda, there's still one of ours that hasn't arrived yet. Shouldn't we wait till he gets here?
DARELDA: Guardian of peace and justice he may be, but we've got no time. I don't know what its keeping him; regardless we can't delay any longer.
BRIDGE OFFICER 1: Senator, Crayde says he's ready.
DARELDA: Patch it through.
On the bridge appears a hologram of DRAEZIN CRAYDE, a dapper well groomed man sitting in a luxurious chair. Despite this and an attempt at a charming smile, the sleaze just radiates off of him.
CRAYDE: Darelda Organa, this is a delight. I wasn't aware the Senate was taking such a strong interest in this area, but I'm certain many will appreciate seeing the return of some order around here.
DARELDA: Don't bother with the pleasantries, I'm not one of your sycophants. You're a criminal Crayde, and if it were up to me you'd already be tried and toiling in the deepest spice mine in Kessel for the rest of your life.
INT. DIAMOND DYNASTY BRIDGE
The crime lord's command deck is the height of decadence. Assorted drinks are stocked close by, with bowls of exotic foods within arm's reach. Soft mood lighting fills the room as loads of crew members work their stations. many of them being exotic, but modestly dressed female aliens. A blue skinned female lieutenant BRACETT stands near him, ready for even the smallest of his orders. Draezin puts on his best attempt at looking offended.
CRAYDE: You know there's a few out there who would think its unfortunate that a legitimate businessman is getting unfairly accused like this.
DARELDA: And even fewer who would actually believe that you've ever been legitimate in anything.
CRAYDE: I'm just looking after my interests and smaller associates. Sometimes the weak need the help of the strong. But being a member of the Senate I'm sure you're well aware of that.
INT. REPUBLIC TRADE SHIP BRIDGE
Organa lowers her eyes as her body tenses up.
DARELDA: I'll make this simple. Ships have been disappearing all over the Outer Rim.
CRAYDE: Well I've heard rumors of the sort that-
DARELDA: Save it. If anyone's got the reach in this area to know what's going on, its you. We want whatever data you've got about it transferred now.
INT. DIAMOND DYNASTY BRIDGE
The mask of charm slips from Draezin's face for the first time.
CRAYDE: I'm not sure I quite appreciate being ordered to give information that you're assuming I have. I'm more than happy to assist the Republic; they could certainly use it. But don't mistake my generous nature for weakness, senator, and don't think I earned all of this while being intimidated by petty bureaucrats.
EXT. BOTHAN SPACE
Far away a squadron of large cruisers come out of hyperspace behind the Republic fleet and move towards the rendezvous.
INT. REPUBLIC TRADE SHIP BRIDGE
The slightest smirk shows itself on Darelda. She moves in a little closer to the hologram.
DARELDA: There's a whole list of charges following you and an even bigger list of people in the Senate who want you personally testifying for all kinds of things. Tell me Crayde how much of that time and money of yours are you willing to spend from here on out in court, in hearings being questioned by countless... petty bureaucrats?
INT. DIAMOND DYNASTY BRIDGE
Silence passes for what seems like an eternity as Crayde stares dead faced at her. Slowly he grins.
CRAYDE: Oh, that's what I like about Senator, you never hold back.
He gestures to Bracett who starts pressing various buttons.
CRAYDE: I'll send what we have, but I can't make any promises about its value. We're business people Mrs. Organa, we just know what we hear.
Darelda scoffs as she cuts off the communication.
INT. REPUBLIC TRADE SHIP BRIDGE
DARELDA: Alright tell Alpha II to be careful in getting the data; we don't want that filth sending any tricks our way.
BRIDGE OFFICER 1: Yes, maam.
DARELDA: Those coordinates I mentioned, get them ready for the jump to light speed. Let the rest of the fleet know we're going into hyperspace.
BRIDGE OFFICER 2: Now, Senator?
DARELDA: There's bigger matters that need attention and the sooner we get to them the better. Besides I don't want to deal with Crayde any more than I have to.
BRIDGE OFFICER 2: I'll send for your security droids.
DARELDA: No. We'll have to leave them with the fleet. If they even knew where we're going, they'd probably hijack the ship and fly us staight back to Coruscant.
BRIDGE OFFICER 3: Fleet's been informed; we're ready.
DARELDA: Do it.
EXT. BOTHAN SPACE
The trade ship goes into light speed and disappears.
INT. DIAMOND DYNASTY BRIDGE
Crayde casually drinks as the crew busily works on getting the data ready for transfer. BRACETT walks up.
BRACETT: We're getting a coded audio transmission from the General.
Crayde's frozen for a moment; slowly putting the drink down and taking a deep breath.
CRAYDE: When did Coalition ships get in the system?
BRACETT: Just a moment ago. The Republic ships haven't spotted them.
CRAYDE: Let's see what she needs, then.
A brief buzzing noice is heard.
GENERAL (O.S): Captain, do you read?
CRAYDE: General. Organa did the shakedown as expected. They want some information, and we're just sending over-
GENERAL (O.S): A Republic presence here can't be affored. Small suspicions could undo all of our plans. They will not leave this system.
Crayde pauses, trying to figure out the correct way to respond.
CRAYDE: Its junk data. By the time the red tape is cleared and anyone imporant in the Senate figures anything it won't matter. Its minor risk.
INT. CAPITAL CRUISER
From behind GENERAL NAKAREM stands siloutted, watching as Coalition ships move closer the Republic fleet.
NAKAREM: We will not allow the future of the galaxy be at the whim of risk, no matter how minor. Prepare your officers. What about Organa?
INT. DIAMOND DYNASTY BRIDGE
CRAYDE: Keeping her plans confidential is not one of her strong suits. I know where she's headed. I'll have her dealt with.
NAKAREM: Remember this Captain, our enemies are fools, but they are not beaten easily. Forget that and defeat is that much closer.
The transmission cuts off. Crayde sits in silence for a moment before gesturing to Bracett.
CRAYDE: Alpha II, this is Captain Crayde the data's ready. Should be getting it soon.
He presses some buttons on his chair as a sinister smile creeps ever so slowly on his face.
CRAYDE: I do hope this is the start of a more... accommodating relationship between us.
He leans back into his chair and takes a drink.
EXT. BOTHAN SPACE
The Coalition ships, now close in on the Republic fleet with the large capital vessel finally seen in scale to the others.
INT. CAPITAL CRUISER
From behind Nakerem, she observes as the cruiser begins firing.
EXT. BOTHAN SPACE
A dozen Coalition ships fire a seamlessly neverending stream of shots towards the unaware Republic fleet. The latter vessels make a vain attempt to turn around and fire back but are already too damaged to mount much of an offense.
INT. DIAMOND DYNASTY BRIDGE
Crayde watches the abject destruction with a sly grin as he shakes his head, drink in hand.
INT. CAPITAL CRUISER
Without getting a good look at her face, Nakarem turns away from the window and walks off, addressing one of her officers off screen.
NAKAREM: Make sure we hit all escape pods, I don't trust that pirate to be thorough.
EXT. BOTHAN SPACE
The largest ship of the fleet is destroyed in a fiery explosion.
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INT. LARS HOMESTEAD KITCHEN - NIGHT
Beru cuts various vegetables. In walks OWEN LARS, a robed man in his early 30s. Sporting a small beard and a set of clean tan robes he's till relatively young with a hint of older age and maturity starting to creep onto him. While his expression is a bit serious, there's a quiet contentment to him. He walks over and kisses Beru on the cheek.
OWEN: Vaporators need a bit more work, but should be ready once we get a few replacement parts tomorrow.
BERU: Nik was checking out the market yesterday so he should know what they've got.
OWEN: Where is Anakin anyway? He never sticks around Mos Eisley after dark unless he's promised a chance to fly.
The sound of speeder is heard outside.
BERU: That must be him.
Owen walks over to the front door and opens it to see Anakin and Ben standing. Lars is confused by the latter's presence.
ANAKIN: Ben, this is my brother in law Owen Lars.
BEN (nodding): Its a pleasure.
Owen stares at Skywalker, looking for an answer.
ANAKIN: On the way home I... had a bit of a detour.
EXT. JUNDLAND WASTES - NIGHT
On a high cliff, an armored hand emerges, pulling up the enemy pilot. His armor is heavily scorched and scratched, but intact, including a shiny maroon helmet with a visor in the shape of a "T". Standing atop the cliff, just getting his balance, he presses a button on his wrist which projects a small holographic map with a small flashing blue dot.
EX. LARS HOMESTEAD - NIGHT
On Anakin's speeder the small tracking device briefly lights up.
INT. LARS HOMESTEAD DINING ROOM - NIGHT
Anakin, Beru, Obi-Wan, and Owen sit around the dinner table, adorned with a modest amount of food.
BEN: So your mother and your father then?
ANAKIN: They never could adjust to the climate here. After they got sick, Beru and I did what we could, but it was just a matter of time.
BEN: I'm sorry; it couldn't have been easy for you two.
BERU: We were lucky. I met Owen around the same time, Nik started doing odd jobs for Darklighter, and then we got the farm. Started small, but each season we get a little bigger.
OWEN: We get by well enough.
BEN:It does sound promising.
ANAKIN: Yeah with the all companies showing interest her, things do seem to be looking up.
Anakin offers a half hearted smile which Ben notices. Owen himself looks over Ben, trying to figure him out.
OWEN: I'm curious what is that do you do for the Republic?
BEN: Typically work in the core systems, piloting, assistant to diplomats, whatever they need me for.
Anakin's ears perk up at the talk of the core systems and he listens intently.
OWEN: Lots of duties then?
BEN (shrugging): There's always roles to serve.
ANAKIN: You probably must have heard something about all those missing ships.
That comment gets Owen giving Anakin a look before glancing at Ben to see his response. Ben remains low key.
BEN: Its got the Republic's attention, but I can't say I've heard much more than the rumors that have already gotten around. Some are looking into it, but that's as much as I know.
Owen remains skeptical, but Anakin is captivated by the small bits Ben's offering. In the background Beru notices the situation and speaks up.
BERU: I'm just glad none of that's happening on this dustball. I can't even who they would send to deal with something like that.
ANAKIN: Maybe a Jedi Knight.
There's a dead silence at the table. Ben's eyebrow raises just slightly while Beru sighs, knowing where this conversation's going. Owen can only scoff.
OWEN: This again.
BERU: Nik don't tell me you still believe in those legends about the Jedi and the Force.
ANAKIN: The stories about them have been around so long, I mean there's got to be some truth to them.
Ben leans back in his chair and studies Skywalker for a moment.
BEN: Really? What do you even know about these Knights?
Anakin gets in a little closer, a clear hint of excitement on his face.
ANAKIN: Well, the stories go that there's a field of energy that every kind of life creates called the Force. The entire galaxy joined together with it and that Jedi can actually draw power from it.
Ben's face remains largely expressionless, but there's just a bit of a twinkle in his eyes.
BEN: And you don't fine that a bit... eccentric?
ANAKIN: Well, I-
OWEN: Or that the Republic not only authorizes these Jedi Knights, but relies on them to protect it. (shaking his head) I swear Anakin sometimes...
ANAKIN: Look, it sounds crazy, but if there's something that suggests everyone in the galaxy is connected and there are people dedicated to helping all of them? Well that's worth believing in no matter how true it is.
Unnoticed by the others, Ben subtly smiles to himself. Owen still can't believe it and lightly laughs to himself.
OWEN: Well if they do exist, apparently doing something about the damned Senate isn't worth their time. Or maybe there's just limits to even what a Jedi can do.
He continues to chuckle to himself as Anakin sulks about the latter point. Beru once again picks up on the vibe and steps in.
BERU: Ben, we shouldn't keep you up much longer. You've got to rest and we'll need to get into town early tomorrow. Here let me take you to the guest room.
She gets up and shows him the way and he follows. Owen gets out of his chair and walks over to Anakin.
OWEN: Look, I get it. You saw someone in trouble so you had to step in. It was right that you did. But we don't know what's going on with him. Republic or not he could be involved in all sorts of things, and it doesn't do us any bit pf good to get caught up in affairs that aren't our own.
ANAKIN: He just needs a ship.
OWEN: So, we'll drop him off in Mos Eisley to find one. I'm sure he'll be okay. Listen, you, me, and Beru; we finally have something going. Remember that.
He walks out as Ben hears of all it in the next room, frowning.
EXT. LARS HOMESTEAD - NIGHT
Ben stands outside the home staring up at the night sky. He briefly turns to the door to see Anakin coming out and walk up before returning his gaze to the stars.
BEN: Bright moon.
ANAKIN: That's nothing, you should see when all three are out.
There's a moment of silence as they both take in the night.
BEN: I want to say I'm grateful for you and your family's hospitality; you've all been quite kind. To be honest I wish I could stay longer, but there's loads of matters that need my attention and my presence.
ANAKIN: Like the missing ships and the people that have disappeared with them?
The older man pauses, slightly surprised at Skywalker bringing it up.
BEN: Well, yes that an element of it. Few credits or not I'll have to get that transport soon.
Anakin nods to himself and shrugs.
ANAKIN: Well if its just a pilot you need, I might be able to pull some strings and take you on the freighter. Won't be easy, but if I'm careful I-
BEN: Anakin, Anakin, Anakin. You've already been a great help to me. Last thing I want is you to disrupt things for you any more than I have. I'm sure there's plenty of pilots in Mos Eisley I can find who are open to negotiation. I thank for you for everything, but I'll manage.
Ben begins to walk back inside as Anakin reacts.
ANAKIN: Huh, I've never been thanked by a Jedi before.
That stops Ben in his tracks. He slowly turns around to face the younger man, confused, yet curious.
ANAKIN: Come on Ben. Making it out of the crash, those moves with the fighter, and that sword... I've heard enough legends about a lightsaber to know one when I see it. You're a Jedi Knight.
Ben still tries and play it cool.
BEN: So I'm a decent pilot that's also good at protecting myself. How do you know that and one weapon makes me a Jedi?
ANAKIN: I just know. And if one of you are getting involved, than this whole thing is bigger than you're letting on isn't it?
The older man stares at Anakin's face, looking for any last signs of deception or treachery. Quickly enough though he warmly smiles and nods.
BEN: You're instincts are quite impressive young Skywalker if you don't mind the likes of Obi-Wan Kenobi saying so.
ANAKIN: Obi-Wan Kenobi... so you really are part of all this. What's going on?
BEN: Its a bit more worse than I let on. I was on my way to a rendezvous with Republic forces to get intelligence about the ships that vanished. I believe whomever ambushed me in orbit either didn't want mt there or had some vested interest in taking me out.
ANAKIN: And you didn't know if I was the type to sell you out.
BEN: I wouldn't be telling you any of this if I didn't think I could trust you.
Anakin has trouble meeting his gaze, clearly touched by the man's faith. He struggles to talk for a moment.
ANAKIN: Could you ever trust me enough to teach me in the ways in the Force?
Its Kenobi's turn to be slightly overwhelmed.
BEN: Its not that simple. Learning to use the Force requires utmost dedication and Anakin, the life of a Jedi is never an easy one.
ANAKIN: I've done easy Ben, and I've had my fill of it.
BEN: Think about what you're saying my friend. There is great potential in you, I see that. But this life may not be for you.
ANAKIN: Can you really say that there’s nothing in me right now that can’t be made into something great?
Obi-Wan gives him a sad smile.
BEN: Can you really say that there’s nothing here you won’t regret leaving behind?
Anakin tries to reply, but ultimately has no response. Ben understands and affectionately places his hand on Skywalker's shoulder.
BEN: You'll find your way Anakin, and I'll find mine. May the Force be with us both.
He leaves, as Anakin considers his words.
EXT. NAR SHADDA SPACEPORT - NIGHT
The Republic trade ship makes a soft landing at the docking bay.
INT. REPUBLIC TRADE SHIP HANGAR
Darelda stands adjusting the last bits of her new outfit, a common looking set of smuggler clothes, complete with a small blaster holster. Some of the Republic officers from the bridge stand nearby also in smuggler attire.
BRIDGE OFFICER 2: You really want everyone seeing that blaster?
DARELDA: Its Nar Shadda lieutenant, around here the ones not openly showing off their firearms are the ones everyone keeps their eye on.
BRIDGE OFFICER 1: I still think an escort would be best. They could keep a distance, I doubt anyone automatically think-
DARELDA: No. Potentially getting noticed by the types here would be bad enough, but if the contact gets scared off, we may never get another chance like this.
BRIDGE OFFICER 3: This wretched planet isn't the place for member of the Senate.
DARELDA: They needed someone in the Republic they could trust; I'll take it as an honor they chose me, location be damned.
BRIDGE OFFICER 2: How soon should we try contacting the fleet to see what they got out of Crayde?
DARELDA: Give it some time. Strange transmissions can grab attention as easily as anything else. I'll be back when I can. Do a few routine checks of the area, don't get too far, and be ready for anything. We're not in the core systems anymore.
BRIDGE OFFICER 1: Good luck Senator.
DARELDA: To you all as well.
EXT. MOS EISLEY - DAY
Kenobi, Anakin, Beru, and Owen ride the speeder into Mos Eisley which is looking as busy as ever. The four of them step out. Ben faces Beru and Owen with Anakin slightly off the side, still clearly bothered.
OWEN: Well this place should be crawling with pilots.
BEN: I'm sure I'll be able to find one.
BERU: Safe trip back to wherever you're going, Ben.
BEN: Thank you both.
He turns to look at Anakin. The young man manages a small sad nod, which Ben returns in kind. With that he heads off, leaving the three to watch him depart.
BERU (to Anakin): He'll be okay.
OWEN: We better get to the market before the worst of the rush hits.
The two start walking. Skywalker gives a long look towards Obi-Wan in the distance before following his family.
EXT. MOS EISLEY OUTSKIRTS - DAY
The enemy pilot looks through a pair of binoculars, seeing Kenobi and company far away. He begins to march towards them.
EXT. MOS EISLEY - DAY
Beru and Owen busily stroll through the market, with a disaffected Anakin following closely behind. While walking he stops and notices the same shop from the day before, now notably trashed with damage to the walls and several windows smashed.
ANAKIN (softly): Oh no...
Immediately concerned he gets close and peeks in through the windowless frame. The inside manages to look worse, with merchandise still spilled everywhere and even more items heavily damaged. What truly catches his eye is the Rodian shop keeper, walking with a heavy limp and much his face clearly bruised. He attempts some small attempt at clean up before noticing Anakin and slowly walking up.
SHOPKEEP (subtitled): Can't help you, we're closed.
Anakin is taken aback by the sight and almost stumbles back. He breathes heavily for a bit and closes his eyes for a few seconds. After a moment, his eyes go wide open, and its a new Anakin Skywalker. He reaches into his pocket and hands the confused shopkeep some credits.
ANAKIN: Keep it.
With that, he turns around and begins walking with a purpose he's never quite had before. He passes straight past Beru and Owen when the former stops him.
BERU: Where are you going?
ANAKIN: Ben has to get a ship, and I've got one. I'm flying him off here.
OWEN: What?! What are you talking about?
ANAKIN: He's a Jedi Knight Owen. A real Jedi and he needs help from someone he can rely on.
BERU: You can't be serious.
OWEN: You have important priorities, Anakin; things that need to be done here. Now you're going to just leave with some stranger because you think is a Jedi?
ANAKIN: Look, I'm sorry. Its not like I hate being here, I don't, but there’s something I can do right now. Because I have to.
BERU: Please, don't do this.
ANAKIN: I'm not gonna be gone for good. I'll be back.
OWEN: Have you thought at all what this will do to your sister and I? What it'll do to everything we've made? You're gonna get yourself killed.
ANAKIN: You guys will make it. You're both capable, that I knoow. (pause) I have to go find him.
With that he quickly runs off to find Kenobi.
OWEN: Anakin?! Anakin?!
BERU: Nik come back!
He looks back at them.
ANAKIN: I'll be back, I promise.
EXT. MOS EISLEY ALLEY - DAY
The enemy pilot stalks the streets, readying a large blaster pistol.
EXT. MOS EISLEY SPACEPORT DOCKING BAY 42 - DAY
Ben stands in an empty spaceport thinking. He reaches into his pocket and stares at the small amount of credits and sighs. Suddenly he gets a disquieted look on his face, sensing something. He slowly grabs his lightsaber and when there's a noise closeby, he activates it. Walking backwards very slowly, he then quickly turns around to defend himself, only to discover Anakin.
BEN: Anakin, what are you doing here?
ANAKIN (Out of breath): Look, if I leave this place, I’ll have some regrets, I’ll have some fears, I know that. But this is the time. There’s something bigger I want to be a part of.
BEN: You believe I can make that happen?
ANAKIN: The Force can.
Kenobi thinks it over, but then gives him a slow nod.
BEN: Of course.
ANAKIN: So where do you need to get to?
BEN: Bothan space. Its where I was supposed to meet the rendezvous. Hopefully either the fleet or a few trade ships are still there. You said that your freighter can get us there.
ANAKIN: Yeah its over in docking bay 38, not too far from here; if we get over there quick and I do some quick-
Out of nowhere Ben pulls up his lightsaber to block a blaster shot headed right for Anakin. They both look up and see the enemy pilot with a blaster aimed right towards them standing on an uppder deck. The enemy's appearance perturbes Kenobi and the two quickly duck behind a pair of nearby crates as the pilot continues to fire.
ANAKIN (pointing to pilot): Is that...?
BEN: It would appear so. Get the ship ready; I'll keep him occupied.
ANAKIN: I'm not leaving you alone.
BEN: Have some faith my friend. Go.
Anakin nods before standing up and blasting at the pilot several times. He just barely escapes the siight of the shooter who now focuses his attention on Kenobi. Ben looks around the area and spots a small steel grate which he grabs. He makes an abrupt dash towards a collection of storage containers, roughly lined up as stairs. The pilot continues to blast at him, though the Jedi is able to use the grate as a makeshift sheild.
BEN (to himself): Quickly now.
He reaches the same floor as the pilot who aims for an overhead fixture, loudly detaching it from the wall and sending it crashing down, just barely missing Kenobi who manages to dodge out of the way. Frustrated, the pilot activates a switch on his forearm which now begins to shoot wave after wave of energy beams towards him, all while also firing his blaster.
Once again Kenobi seeks cover, this time behind some discarded ship equipment. He closes his eyes and calms himself, briefly considering his options before quickly standing up. With a precise angle he deflects the pilot's blaster shots right towards his arm cannon, severely damaging it. The pilot manages a small shocked grunt, and tries immediately to adjust the weapon.
This distraction allows Ben to get just close enough and he cuts the edge off of the pilot's blaster, though the helmeted attacker is able to back away before the Jedi can do more damage. Standing on the edge of the deck, the pilot once again aims his arm cannon towards Kenobi. The damage however causes it to short circuit and explode, and the momentum sends the pilot down hard onto the spaceport floor.
KENOBI'S P.O.V. - ENEMY PILOT
The enemy pilot lies dead a floor below.
BACK TO SCENE
Obi-Wan makes his way back down and walks slowly up to the body. He slowly removes the helmet to see the face underneath and is stunned by the site. He makes a brisk exit as the camera lingers on the pilot's head to reveal the same alien humanoid as Nakerem.
EXT. MOS EISLEY SPACEPORT DOCKING BAY 38 - DAY
Anakin makes some last minute adjustments to the exterior of a long sleek spice freighter with its ramp down, the Lodestar. With a bulged section in the rear, by all appearances it seems quite nice. Kenobi rushes in and goes straight to Skwyalker.
ANAKIN: Alright there's just some minor business to do and-
BEN: No time. We have to leave as soon as possible. Whatever's going on, its much greater than some missing ships. We need to be at that rendevoux site fast.
ANAKIN (slightly confused): Okay, well if that's the case we'd better leave now; if any of the other workers or Darklighter finds out what I'm doing we're both dead. Come on.
The both head up the ramp into the ship.
INT. LODESTAR COCKPIT
Both men sit down and strap themselves in.
ANAKIN: Should probably tell you now, this thing looks better than it flies. Except for the hyperdrive this thing doesn't handle easy.
BEN: If what I fear is happening, we're about to go to the farthest thing from easy.
EXT. MOS EISLEY SPACEPORT - DAY
With some slight difficulty the ship lifts itself off the ground and flies into the air.
EXT. TATOOINE STAR SYSTEM
Picking up speed, the Lodestar makes its way out of Tatooine's atmosphere.
INT. LODESTAR COCKPIT
ANAKIN: Coordinates are in, jumping to light speed.
In the cockpit window stars become streaks as the freighter
makes the jump to hyperspace.
EXT. TATOOINE STAR SYSTEM
The Lodestar disappears into the distance of space.