INT. DELIVERER/BAIL'S QUARTERS
In the darkened interior of his quarters, Bail Organa lies asleep upon his bed.
BAIL: (asleep): A lot of blue hair. (laughs) What a freak!
The door suddenly slides open, casting bright light in upon Bail's face. Bolting upright awake, he immediately finds Vaness standing in the doorframe.
BAIL: (shielding his eyes from the light) Dammit, Raia, don't you ever think to buzz first?
CMDR. VANESS: We've got something, sir.
BAIL: (rises out of bed) Got what?
CMDR. VANESS: A transmission, Bail. Come see for yourself.
Wasting no time, Bail follows after Vaness.
INT. DELIVERER/BRIDGE
Arriving on the bridge, Vaness and Bail stride over to the communications officer's station. Reaching the communications officer, Bail turns to regard the dark-skinned female human-Arkanian hybrid.
BAIL: What've we got, Ororo?
LT. ORORO: A coded message, Admiral. It appears to be Imperial.
BAIL: All the way out here? (beat) Have you decoded it yet?
LT. ORORO: Working on it, sir.
BAIL: Good job, Lieutenant. (turns to Vaness) I think we've finally found our needle, Commander.
INT. DANIA VII - BUNKER 13/SUBLEVEL R/TRANSMITTER ROOM - EVENING
Inside the transmitter room, Obi-Wan and two other inmates sit on duty.
SULLUSTAN: (cont'd) The Mathusians beat the PDRs again.
ORTOLAN: They should be in another league.
SULLUSTAN: (to Ben) Do you follow the ecometrics?
As the Jedi opens his mouth to answer, a bright red light begins to flash on the transmitter, indicating an incoming transmission.
SULLUSTAN: (surprised) The transmitter! We're receiving a message!
Without wasting a moment, the three move in on the machine. Reaching for a small keyboard, the Ortolan enters a command into the machine. In seconds the transmission comes through, instantly decoding into a typed message on a small screen.
ORTOLAN: It's a message from the Deliverer, an Imperial star defender commanded by an Admiral Bail Organa.
OBI-WAN: (surprised) Did you say Bail Organa!?
ORTOLAN: Yes, I did. (turns to Ben) You know him?
OBI-WAN: (grins) All too well.
SULLUSTAN: Should we respond?
OBI-WAN: (incredulous) Yes, of course!
INT. DELIVERER/BRIDGE
LT. ORORO: We're receiving another transmission.
Leaning over Ororo's shoulder, Bail reads the message as it's swiftly decoded.
BAIL: (dumbfounded) My Lord! Obi-Wan!
CMDR. VANESS: (frowns) Obi-Wan Kenobi?
BAIL: He's down there with the other captives, the slick trickster. (beat) It really is a small galaxy. (to Ororo) Move over, Lieutenant. I'll take over from here.
Moving from her station, Ororo steps aside to allow Bail to take her seat and start to work on another reply.
INT. DANIA VII - BUNKER 13/SUBLEVEL R/TRANSMITTER ROOM - EVENING
As the communication with the Deliverer comes to an end, Ben leans back away from the screen, a slight smile appearing on his face.
OBI-WAN: Gentlemen, our ship has literally come in.
INT. DELIVERER/BRIDGE
Rising from the communications officer's station, Bail turns to the helmsman.
BAIL: Warm up the navicomputer and enter in the coordinates for the Mandalorian home base that were transmitted to us. We're going to do a little recon before heading back to Imperial space. (to Vaness) It's about time Lady Karma paid the Mandalorians a long overdue visit.