INT. PASSENGER LINER/PASSENGER DECK
Several passengers sit in their seats aboard a passenger liner currently passing through the extradimensional corridors of hyperspace. One of these passengers is a young human man in his twenties, clean-shaven, his nearly-white blonde hair cropped short except for a pair of braids which hang down from his temples, and dressed in all-black clothes. This man, OBI-WAN KENOBI, is fast asleep.
ZOOM IN
On Obi-Wan's sleeping face. As the camera moves in closer, we see that his slumber is fitful, uncomfortable. As his brow furrows and the muscles of his face begin to twitch, the dim sound of lightsabers clashing -- sounds from the depths of his dreaming mind -- can be heard.
As the ship is rocked by sudden turbulence, the young man starts awake from his slumber, breathing heavily with his eyes wide open and his forehead moist with perspiration. As he looks about at his surroundings, trying to recall where he is, the deck's intercom crackles to life.
CAPTAIN: (O.C.) We have dropped out of hyperspace and are now on approach towards the planet. We will be making the descent momentarily, so please secure your restraints. Thank you.
Gaining control over his breathing, Obi-Wan wipes the sweat from his brow, then secures his seat's harness.
EXT. SPACE - TATOOINE
The passenger liner flies toward Tatooine, appearing to shrink to the size of a gnat as it passes before the looming form of the desert planet.
EXT. TATOOINE - MOS EISLEY - DOCKING BAY 94 - DAY
The passenger liner descends from the sky, coming low over the spaceport city of Mos Eisley, where it slips down through the open maw of Docking Bay 94.
INT. MOS EISLEY - DOCKING BAY 94 - DAY
Having landed and with its loading ramp descended, the passenger liner disgorges its load of passengers. Obi-Wan, in a long, black overcoat with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, makes his way with the other travellers out of the docking bay to the greater city beyond.
EXT. MOS EISLEY - DOCKING BAY 94 - DAY
Standing out on the curb beyond the docking bay, Obi-Wan looks to his left and then to his right, surveying the streets for something or someone of importance. When he fails to find what he's looking for, he sighs with disappointment, then proceeds to walk on, resigned to find his way to his destination alone.
EXT. MOS EISLEY - STREET - MARKETPLACE - DAY
Obi-Wan eventually finds his way to a bustling marketplace, where several stalls manned by food vendors have been erected to serve the hungry masses of this portion of the city. His stomach grumbling, the young man decides to partake of the available cuisine, and walks up to a vendor serving some kind of deep fried meat on a stick.
VENDOR: What can I do for ya today?
OBI-WAN: (eyeing the food) Is the bantha tongue fresh?
VENDOR: As fresh as my wife's mouth every time she finds me with her mother.
OBI-WAN: I'll have one tongue-on-a-stick, then.
VENDOR: That'll be seven truguts.
As Obi-Wan reaches into his coat for the money, an UGLY DUG strides up to a burly Gungan over at another stall. Visibly intoxicated and angry, the dug spits at the Gungan's feet.
UGLY DUG: Chuba! You!
BURLY GUNGAN: (turns to regard the dug) Me?
UGLY DUG: Yes, you!
BURLY GUNGAN: What do u'sa want?
UGLY DUG: (pushes his face up in front of the Gungan's) I don't like you ...
BURLY GUNGAN: That isn't my problem. Be going.
UGLY DUG: (pokes the Gungan in the chest) I don't like you, you toad-faced worrt! You smell like a nexu's wet 'natch!
BURLY GUNGAN: (pushes away Sebulba's wrist) Leave, barbarian. Your insults will put you down.
UGLY DUG: Try me, maggot!
The dug violently pushes the Gungan, causing the frog-like rephibian to fall back and crash into a stall of fried roach candies, tipping several trays of the candies over. Enraged, the burly Gungan unsheathes a knife. Grinning with bloodlust, the ugly dug pulls out a blaster.
Without hesitation, Obi-Wan strides up to the two combatants and, stepping between them, pulls the weapons from each of their hands. The two beings turn to regard the human, dumbfounded expressions on their faces.
OBI-WAN: (pocketing the weapons) I'm sure you can resolve your differences without needless violence.
UGLY DUG: (incredulous) What do you think you are doing?!
BURLY GUNGAN: (sneers) Give me back my weapon!
OBI-WAN: Why should I, knowing you intend to use it?
UGLY DUG: (giving Obi-Wan the evil eye) Don't you know who you are dealing with!?
OBI-WAN: Two individuals who have better things to do with their time than shed blood over absolutely nothing.
UGLY DUG: (giving Obi-Wan a once-over) Shed blood over absolutely nothing, eh? (beat) Maybe you wanna shed blood over absolutely nothing!
Without warning, the dug jumps forward, pushing Obi-Wan hard. Unprepared for the assault, the young man stumbles back.
UGLY DUG: Where's your big talk now, peacemaker? Can't you muster it up, boy!?
The dug pushes Obi-Wan again. This time the strength behind the attack is enough to make the man nearly topple, causing him to drop his duffel bag.
UGLY DUG: (contemptuous) Spineless sissy (spitting on the ground) I'll teach you to stick your ugly simian nose in my business.
Planting himself firmly on the ground, the dug rears back, preparing to deliver Obi-Wan a powerful kick with his arm-like legs. As he kicks out, though, the human pivots, avoiding the blow effortlessly, and grabs hold of the dug's feet. Bracing himself, Obi-Wan spins the dug around, then releases him. With a shrill cry of fear, the ugly dug flies into a food stall, shattering it and bringing splintered wood and hot stew down upon himself.
As the dug lies there, mewling like a wounded cub, Obi-Wan walks up to him. Reaching into the waistband of his trousers, he pulls out the dug's blaster.
OBI-WAN: (removes the blaster's power pack) Here is your weapon back, my friend. (drops the powerless blaster on the ground between the dug's sprawled legs) Try to find more worthy battles to use it in.
Without any further word, Obi-Wan turns his back to the dug and walks off. The dug, groaning, sits up. Looking after the departing human, his features contort with hate.
UGLY DUG: You'd better watch your back, human, 'cause this isn't over! One way or another, I'll find you and pay you back for this! Count on it!
Refusing to pay the dug any further mind, Obi-Wan returns to the burly Gungan's side. As with the dug and his blaster, the young man withdraws the gungan's knife and hands it to him.
OBI-WAN: The message I gave him goes for you, too. Use this for a worthy cause, or don't use it at all. Am I understood?
Taking the knife, the Gungan nods, his face full of thought.
BURLY GUNGAN: I will heed your advice.
Silently, Obi-Wan goes and retrieves his duffel bag, then begins walking off. As he passes by the smashed stall, he tosses a bag of truguts to the unfortunate vendor.
OBI-WAN: Sorry for the damages. I hope this'll pay for the repairs.
The vendor finds himself without a word to say, and merely pockets the money, his eyes fixed on the young man as he continues on his way, all the weight of the worlds seemingly pressing down on his shoulders.