EXT. VULDRONAII - LANDING PLATFORM - DAY
A Lambda-class shuttle drops out of the indigo-violet sky of the planet Vuldronaii, its wings folding up as it touches down upon atop the levelled summit of a large hill overlooking an impressive waterfall.
INT. TEMPLE OF THE EVER-FLOWING WATERS/CORRIDOR - TWILIGHT
The long corridor, panelled entirely in finely-sculpted soapstone save for the one long transparisteel wall which overlooks the impressive waterfall, is currently inhabited by six figures -- Siri, See-Threepio, Artoo-Detoo, Anakin, Siri, and a tall Sebouillian priest; while Siri, the priest, and the two droids stand beside an open doorway leading into another chamber, Nik and 'Shira stand away from them by the transparisteel wall, looking out upon the rushing waters of the magnificent waterfall. The three humans have all cleaned themselves up, bandaged all their wounds, and changed into fresh clothes since they left Dania VII.
C-3PO: (cont'd) Again, I must commend your mechanics for the fine job they did on repairing my body, Mistress Tachi. It is such a pleasure to have all my faculties restored to me. You wouldn't believe how stifling it is to remain in a powerless condition for months on end, and in a damaged state no less.
SIRI: (half-smiles) Internment in a Mandalorian prison for half a year gives me something of an idea, See-Threepio.
C-3PO: Hmmm. I suppose it does.
The priest utters something in his language to the golden protocol 'droid.
C-3PO: (to the priest) Oh, yes, quite right. (to Siri) If you'll excuse me, Mistress Tachi, I must leave you now. Mine is a most important duty and must be attended to without delay.
Artoo blorps and warbles a reply.
C-3PO: (to Artoo) What was that?
Artoo repeats his message.
C-3PO: Of course I'm needed. Not everyone on Vuldronaii can comprehend Seboutrexi. My programming as an interpreter is invaluable in this situation.
Artoo plops and fizzes.
C-3PO: (nonplussed) Oh, really? Well, I'll have you know that I've been programmed with subroutines which enable me to mimic humanoid and non-humanoid vocalizations down to the exact octave. Can the NCC-1701 translator 'droid do that?
With that the two 'droids leave with the priest into the doorway which takes them into the chamber beyond, arguing all the way.
Oblivious to the two 'droids and their bickering, Anakin and Nashira continue watching the waterfall, their faces dour.
NASHIRA: She was my friend, Anakin -- she saved me, she was the only Mandalorian who cared about me -- and I didn't even get the chance to say goodbye to her, to tell her how happy I was to have her as my friend. (beat) I'll never see her again.
ANAKIN: Maybe you're wrong about that.
NASHIRA: You believe in life after death, a world beyond this one?
ANAKIN: After what I've experienced these past few months, how can I not? (beat) Ben told me that nothing ever really dies. We're all just luminous beings, trapped in packages of crude matter. When we pass on, we just shuffle off our packages of matter and move on to the next phase our existence, an existence of pure thought and feeling. (beat) Maybe you weren't meant to say goodbye because she hasn't really gone away. She's out there, somewhere, and one day, you'll see her again.
NASHIRA: I hope I do. I pray I do.
The fifteen-year-old Anakin puts his arm around the twelve-year-old Nashira and draws her close to him, tugging at her cheek playfully as he does so.
As Anakin, Nashira, and Siri stand where they are, Obi-Wan comes walking down the tunnel; adorned in loose cream-coloured robes, he has shaved off his braids and begun growing out his mustache.
OBI-WAN: Is everything ready?
Turning to face him, the boy, and girl, and the woman smile. Then, as one, they file into the chamber the priest and the 'droids entered mere minutes before.
INT. TEMPLE OF THE EVER-FLOWING WATERS/AUDITORIUM - TWILIGHT
In the massive round auditorium, thousands of Sebouilla and Meketrex have gathered around a raised dais.
INT. TEMPLE OF THE EVER-FLOWING WATERS/CONTROL ROOM - TWILIGHT
Artoo-Detto and See-Threepio stand together in the control room. Wheeling over to a computer, Artoo plugs into it.
INT. TEMPLE OF THE EVER-FLOWING WATERS/AUDITORIUM - TWILIGHT
A holographic display unit situated upon the dais comes to life, projecting a large, three-dimensional image of Zull's head over the audience members' heads. This is Zull as she was when the Mandalorians came for her, when she was still high priestess of the Meketrex. Opening her mouth, the holographic image begins to speak in Seboutrexi.
INT. TEMPLE OF THE EVER-FLOWING WATERS/CONTROL ROOM - TWILIGHT
With a cord in his hand, Threepio walks over to the same computer Artoo is plugged into. Sticking one end of the cord into the computer, he secures the other end into his navel.
INT. TEMPLE OF THE EVER-FLOWING WATERS/AUDITORIUM - TWILIGHT
The hologram of Zull begins to speak in both Basic and Seboutrexi.
ZULL'S HOLOGRAM: (cont'd) If you are hearing this, it means I did not make it. As that may be, I have taken the precaution of recording this message so that what I have to say will not be lost. (beat) A long time ago, our people were one -- one people, one nation, one world. (beat) Through mistakes of naiveté, we allowed ourselves to be torn apart, sundered, and exiled to strange new worlds alien to us. (beat) Though we survived and ultimately persevered, we were no longer one, no longer whole. We became the Sebouilla and the Meketrex, two imperfect sums of one perfect whole. (beat) The Gods punished us for our sins by driving us apart, but that separation was never meant to be permanent. The Gods have commanded that we return to each other's fold, and we must obey. (beat) I was supposed to marry the high priest of Sebouilla to initiate our reunification, but that can no longer be. It is now up to you, the two peoples of our two worlds, to initiate the reunification. It is you who must be the ones to marry one another. (beat) While we will forever have our differences, those differences are no cause for permanent secession. We can respect those differences, and by respecting those differences, we can embrace them. (beat) We have two eyes, two ears, and two nostrils, but only one sight, one sound, and one Breath.
Looking up at the image of their departed friend, Obi-Wan, Anakin, Siri, and Nashira cannot help but to be moved by her heartfelt words.
EXT. DANIA VII - RUINS - EVENING
On Dania VII, under a clear, starlit sky, lie the decimated ruins of what was once the Mandalorian complex. Nothing lives here now, nothing breathes, save for one exception.
Walking up to a specific spot, Primeday stops and kneels in the fine debris. Reaching down, she scoops out a shallow pit. Stopping, she takes her hand away and then begins turning her head this way and that, regarding the hole like an art critic regarding an intriguing painting. Then, with lightning-flash reflexes, she sends her fist crashing into the pit, pushing her arm elbow-deep into the detritus.
After a moment of searching, Primeday finally finds what she is searching for. Latching on to it, she pulls upward, unearthing that which she has found.
Dirt and debris gives way as the H'nemthe pulls a small naked child -- a young girl -- out of the debris. The girl -- a beautiful near-human of about six years of age -- has long, curly, light blond hair streaked with green-white highlights; her eyes, large and expressive, are an incredible green-gold hue.
As the H'nemthe looks down upon the child, smiling, the young girl looks up at her and smiles right back.
IRIS OUT
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