EXT. BAJILON PRIME -- IMPERIAL RESEARCH STATION -- DAY
On the crystalline surface of the planet, standing out like a sore thumb against its brilliant blue-white surroundings, is a short tower panelled with drab gray metal. This tower is a research station owned and operated by the Empire. Directly adjacent to the station is a small landing pad, upon which stands a Lambda-class shuttle.
Various figures, each encased in environment suits to shield their bodies and lungs from the unbreathably caustic air of Bajilon Prime, are in the process of evacuating the station for the shuttle.
One of the suited figures -- a FEMALE RODIAN -- halts in her tracks before the open hatch of the shuttle. Turning around, she grabs the shoulders of a MALE GRAN following behind her, bringing him to a halt as well.
FEMALE RODIAN: Where are Tranya and oYu'rE?
MALE GRAN: They're still inside. There's some equipment they don't want left behind.
FEMALE RODIAN: (incredulous) What!? Are they insane?! We have to get going before the --
At that, an OMINOUS SOUND begins to course through the air -- that of two pairs of twin ion engines screaming through the midnight green sky. Though faint in the distance, they are quickly growing louder.
FEMALE RODIAN: Oh gods!
Wasting no more breath, the two colleagues hurry to climb aboard the shuttle.
As OYU'RE and TRANYA finally emerge from the station, hauling a crate between them, a pair of TIE fighters flanked by four Y-Wing fighters emerge from the turbulent sky of Bajilon Prime. All sporting distinctive white wing panels/paint jobs, the fighters clearly belong to the Athan Directorate AKA the Clonemasters.
Waiting no longer, the crew of the Lambda begin closing the hatch. Deciding that the equipment they carry isn't worth their lives, Tranya and oYu'rE drop the crate and break out into a run for the Lambda. It's a decision made too late, however. As the shuttle lifts off, both researchers make running leaps for the closing hatch, but only Tranya manages to hook his arms over it; before he can pull himself up, over, and through, however, the hatch closes completely, shearing his arms off and sending him plummeting back down to the ground.
Turning in the air, the shuttle takes off at top speed in the direction opposite the approaching Athan fighters as they finally arrive over the station.
While the two TIE fighters break off in pursuit of the fleeing Lambda, the Y-Wings stay behind to take care of the station itself. Releasing a barrage of proton torpedoes, they obliterate the tower completely, reducing it, Tranya, and oYu'rE all down to their basic component elements.
EXT. SKY -- DAY
As the shuttle heads off on a trajectory towards outer space, the TIEs close in on it, releasing streams of red plamsafire which pepper the shuttle with jarring impact. The Lambda's deflector shields manage to hold, however, barely protecting the ship as it continues upon its escape.
EXT. SPACE -- BAJILON PRIME
Leaving the crystalline planet, the Lambda heads off toward deep space. Unfortunately for the small craft, several Athan ships -- including one very large, very intimidating Imperator-class star destroyer -- form an impenetrable barricade preventing any hope for escape.
As the TIE fighters and their Y-Wing escorts finally join the Lambda in space, they waste no time in swarming the shuttle, opening fire with their blasters. In a minute the shields buckle. In less than a minute the craft is completely disabled, a cripple in space. Rather than take their kill, however, the fighters peel off, leaving the craft dead and floating.
As the shuttle begins to drift back towards Bajilon Prime, threatening to send it hurtling to a fiery doom to the surface far below, the star destroyer engages its tractor beam and locks on, pulling the tiny ship into its belly.
INT. PURIFIER/SGW-0027'S QUARTERS
Aboard the star destroyer Purifier, SGW-0027 sits seated behind the desk in her spartan, white-panelled quarters. Shrouded in shadow, we cannot make out her face. Judging by her profile, however, it is a safe bet that she is a rather lovely woman.
Sitting upon the desk, aglow with brilliant silver light, is a holographic statuette of a Human woman. Tall, slender, with shoulder-length blonde hair, intense pale eyes, and a broad smile, we can see that she is a radiant beauty. We can also see, by the pair of lightsabers secured to the ornate silver belt almost hidden beneath her robes, that she is a Jedi Knight. SGW, her hidden eyes unblinking, sits with her gaze locked upon the hologram.
At that moment, the computer to her left CHIRPS. Turning to face the screen, she presses a button, filling the display with the face of UIY-2249, her second-in-command. A slender Mirialan male, the expression on UIY's olive green face is that of utmost serenity.
UIY-2249: Captain.
SGW-0027: Commander.
UIY-2249: We have brought the Imperial shuttle aboard as you instructed. How shall we proceed?
SGW-0027: If there are any suitable men aboard, take them into custody. (beat) Do what you will with the rest.
UIY-2249: (half-smiles) The usual, then. (beat) When would you like to begin the interrogation?
SGW-0027: When I'm in the mood, I'll contact you, Commander.
UIY-2219: Quite right. (bows head)
Done with the commander, SGW severs the connection. Turning her attention back to the hologram, she locks gazes with it once more, immersing herself in those unblinking pale eyes.