EXT. OPHUCHI -- PRISON -- LANDING PLATFORM -- DAY
On a duracrete platform stationed beyond the Ophuchi prison, under a stormy gray sky which matches his disposition, Gog Jukassa stands, his arms and legs shackled, surrounded by six armed prison guards. His black military uniform having been traded in for a set of unflattering plaid prison coveralls, he no longer carries the same imperious bearing he once had. Before the deposed despot stands the WARDEN, a malicious grin plastered across his skeletal face.
WARDEN: (to Jukassa) There's a nice, clean breeze blowing, isn't there, Lord-Commandant? (beat) Breathe it in, Lord-Commandant, get a good whiff of that fresh, crisp air while you can, 'cause where you're going, you won't get much of that.
GOG JUKASSA: Only a year ago, warden, you had me over for dinner with the rest of your family. I don't remember you being so flippant with your tongue then.
WARDEN: I had to coddle your over-inflated ego while under your "guiding hand", Lord-Commandant. Now, with your regime pulled out from under you, I no longer have to kiss your high-bred hindquarters.
From out of the cloudy sky a large shuttle descends over the landing platform. Coming to rest before the amassed group, the craft's ramp opens and lowers, allowing FOUR ARMED GUARDS to climb out.
WARDEN: Goodbye, Lord-Commandant. You'll think of me when you bend over to pick up the soap, won't you? (to the four new arrivals) Take him away.
Moving forward, the four guards motion with their weapons for Jukassa to step forward toward the shuttle. His expression grim, the ex-dictator complies; with the four guards flanking him, he enters the shuttle.
Once Jukassa is aboard, the ramp draws back up into the shuttle and the shuttle then proceeds to take off, returning to the sky on a course for open space.
INT. SHUTTLE/LOADING COMPARTMENT -- DAY
Gog Jukassa stands facing the four guards, his eyes unblinking. The visors of their helmets pulled down over their eyes, the expressions of the guards are impossible to read.
GOG JUKASSA: (brings his restrained hands forward) Well, aren't you going to get me out of these?
GUARD #1: At once, Lord-Commandant. (turns to the guard to his right) Unfasten his restraints.
Nodding once, the guard steps forward toward the lord-commandant. Taking a key, the guard unlocks Jukassa's chains.
GOG JUKASSA: (rubbing his wrists) That's much better. (beat) We're going to Nar Shaddaa, correct?
GUARD #1: Yes, milord. The Imperials will be unable to persecute you in the heart of Hutt space -- they have no jurisdiction there.
GOG JUKASSA: (sighs) The lord-commandant of Ophuchi reduced to seeking sanctuary on a polluted cesspool like Nar Shaddaa. It's criminal.
GUARD #1: It's only temporary, milord. In time Ophuchi will be yours once again.
GOG JUKASSA: As much as I would like that to be true, I must face reality. My reign on this world is over -- completely and finally over. (beat) But I can still have my vengeance -- my complete and final vengeance.
EXT. SPACE -- OPHUCHI
Moving out of Ophuchi's gravity well, the shuttle crewed by Jukassa and his loyalists makes the jump into hyperspace.