INT. BUNKER 13/LEVEL 9/OROWI'S QUARTERS/MAIN ROOM - DAY
Orowi is busy looking through an assortment of loose datacards when a knock is heard on the door.
OROWI: (to someone in the bedroom) Hey, Olo, where's my report on the Battle of Cathar?
Olo -- a tall, slender, multi-limbed xexto -- leans his head out the bedroom door. Another knock is heard through the door.
OLO: Are you going to get that?
OROWI: Momentarily. Now tell me -- do you know where my report is?
OLO: Knowing you, you dropped it in the toilet.
OROWI: Ha, ha. It is to laugh.
Another knock resounds through the door.
OROWI: (to the door) Just one hot minute!
Rising up from his seat, the Toydarian flies over to the door and opens it. Standing outside his door is Anakin Skywalker, his expression serious.
OROWI: (surprised) Anakin!
ANAKIN: Surprised to see me, Orowi?
OROWI: What can I do for you? Make it quick, though -- my first course starts in twenty-three minutes.
ANAKIN: (walks in) I'll make it quick.
Crossing over to the chair Orowi was sitting in a moment before, he plops himself down in it and begins to look Orowi's datacards over one-by-one.
OROWI: (flies over to Anakin) Be careful with those. I don't need any of them going missing.
ANAKIN: What were you doing there last night?
OROWI: (worried) Uh, last night?
ANAKIN: Down in Sublevel R, remember? Where Gurkan had taken Nashira and held both of us at knifepoint?
OROWI: Well, I --
ANAKIN: (puts down a datacard and stands up, towering over Orowi) Gurkan told me that place had been sealed up for decades and no one went down there anymore. Yet you just happened to waltz right on in, just as if you had been there before, and as if you expected to find Gurkan there.
OROWI: Nik --
ANAKIN: (frowns) I want to know what part you had to play in his little revenge scheme.
OROWI: (sighs) Nothing, Nik. I had nothing to do with his plan to hurt you and Nashira.
ANAKIN: Then what were you doing down there?
OROWI: (shrugs) I may as well tell you. I was going to tell you eventually, anyway. (beat) I have been to Sublevel R before, and I knew Gurkan was going to be there.
ANAKIN: (angry) So you did know!
OROWI: (frowns) No! I told you already, no! (beat) You saw that machine down there, right?
ANAKIN: Yes.
OROWI: And you remember when Gurkan took that piece of machinery from the supply room.
ANAKIN: Yeah.
OROWI: Nik, Gurkan and I ... we were both working on building a transmitter.
ANAKIN: Transmitter?
OROWI: (nods) For the past two years, a small outfit of prisoners has been working on building a deep space transmitter which will allow us to call for help on select, secure frequencies. I myself joined up only three months before you arrived. (beat) We were setting it up in Sublevel R to avoid detection from the Mandies.
ANAKIN: (furrows his brow) I find it hard to believe you actually had Gurkan working with you.
OROWI: He may be a prick, but he wants out of here along with the rest of us.
ANAKIN: How many of you are there? Working on this, I mean.
OROWI: Twenty-two. Mostly fellow Level 9ers, though we have managed to recruit a few higher-and-lower levellers.
ANAKIN: (under his breath) Is your roommate one of you?
OROWI: Of course. Do you think I'd be speaking so freely on the subject if I were keeping it secret from him?
ANAKIN: How far along are you on the transmitter?
OROWI: At our current work pace, it should be complete in about five or six months.
ANAKIN: You said you were going to tell me about all this in the first place, right?
OROWI: (nods) Yes. I knew I could trust you. (beat) Of course, if you don't want to help us, that's alright.
ANAKIN: (shakes his head) No, no. I do want in on this. I've got some expertise on mechanics, after all, and I'm dying to get off this damned planet.
OROWI: (smiles) Good, that's good. (beat) Just don't tell anybody about this, okay?
ANAKIN: (frowns) But I have to tell the others. They can help us.
OROWI: (shakes his head) No. No way. Absolutely out of the question.
ANAKIN: Oh, c'mon! You don't expect Ben or Siri or 'Shira to rat on us, do you?
OROWI: I don't expect, but I do suspect.
ANAKIN: Now you're just being paranoid!
OROWI: Alright, okay, you can tell the Jedi.
ANAKIN: (grins) Excellent. I'm sure they --
OROWI: (cont'd) But not a word of this to 'Shira. Got me?
ANAKIN: Why not 'Shira?
OROWI: She's a cute little pixie and I like her, but I don't completely trust her. If the Mandalorians get their hands on her -- and I mean really get their hands on her -- she'll squeal and squeal loud. You can't expect her to hold up against their interrogations.
ANAKIN: (resigned) Alright. I won't tell 'Shira.
OROWI: Good. (beat) You can start tonight, two hours after lights out. I hope you like your caf black, 'cause that's the only way we serve it.