INT. CORUSCANT -- JEDI TEMPLE/WINDU APARTMENT/UZOCHI'S BEDROOM -- DAY
Cautiously, Siri enters Uzochi's bedroom. A small room, it doesn't contain much; a bed, a closet, a dresser, two small chairs, and a couple toys are all that take up space within it. 'Chi has hidden himself somewhere in here, but it's only a matter of time before Siri finds him.
SIRI: 'Chi, I know you're in here. There's no point hiding from me -- I know where you are.
Treading softly, the Jedi Knight makes her way over to the closet door. Pulling it open, she finds it stuffed bottom-to-top with various stuffed toys; there, wedged between a plush Kreevaki and paddle-footed sapient from the Brodo Asogi system, is Uzochi's young head.
SIRI: (grins) Gotcha!
Unfortunately for Siri, Uzochi doesn't share her good humour. Discovered, the young boy shrieks in terror and bursts through the pile of stuffed creatures, dashing past Siri and out the open door as stuffed animals bombard the poor woman like soft meteoroids.
SIRI: (sighs) Ancients preserve me ...
EXT. WESTPORT -- DOCKING BAY 77 -- DAY
At the Westport spaceport, right outside the entrance into Docking Bay 77, Capt. Bail Organa waits. Leaning against the wall, he checks his wrist chronometre for what must be the fiftieth time that afternoon.
As if materializing from the shadows of Westport itself, Obi-Wan and Anakin suddenly appear.
BAIL: It's about time you two got here. We were about ready to take off without you.
ANAKIN: Sorry. We had some business to take care of first.
BAIL: Let's go.
The three men proceed to enter the docking bay.
INT. WESTPORT -- DOCKING BAY 77 -- DAY
Within the dim interior of the docking bay, Bail leads the two Jedi toward the ship they will be making the trip to the Bajilon system on.
BAIL: Gentlemen, may I present you the Wayward Son.
Standing before them, like a great big cheeseburger with an olive stuck to its side and a great big bite taken out of it, is the Wayward Son. A YT-1300 light freighter which came off the assembly line twenty-five years ago, it is as old as Obi-Wan. As such, the ship's surface bears the tell-tale signs of weathering, patching, and carbon-scoring that come with almost three decades of constant action.
ANAKIN: (snickers) What a piece of junk.
BAIL: You ever hear of not judging a book by it's cover, son?
ANAKIN: I wouldn't know. I haven't ever seen a book.
BAIL: (to Obi-Wan) You've never taken him to a museum?
The Jedi Knight merely shrugs.
BAIL: (sighs) Let's go on inside.
INT. WAYWARD SON/MAIN HOLD -- DAY
Bail, Obi-Wan, and Nik enter the main hold, where they find six individuals -- CMDR. RAIA VANESS; CMDR. JANGO CODY; MSC. KÄTHE NAAD; DR. ZOSIME MOULIN; SPACEMAN PETRA ANTILLES; and SN. MAL'AKHI -- waiting for them. The officers and scholars all stop whatever it is they're doing to momentarily focus their attention on the Jedi.
BAIL: (to Obi-Wan and Nik) You met these folks at the briefing, but I don't believe you were formally introduced.
OBI-WAN: Other than Cmdr. Vaness, I haven't had the pleasure, no.
CMDR. VANESS: (salutes Obi-Wan) Greetings, Master Kenobi. It's nice to see you again.
OBI-WAN: And you as well, Commander.
CMDR. VANESS: (nods to Nik) I don't believe I've met your handsome companion before, however.
ANAKIN: (bows) Anakin Tan Skywalker at your service, madame.
CMDR. VANESS: (grins) Handsome and genteel. You must do some lucky girl proud, Master Skywalker.
ANAKIN: (grins) I try my best.
BAIL: As for the rest of the team ... (points at a lanky Gungan female) That's Dr. Zosime Moulin, our resident astrocartographer.
DR. MOULIN: (gives the two Jedi a short wave) Salutations.
BAIL: (points at a willowly Human woman with pale skin and long, brown hair) That's Käthe Naad.
MSC. NAAD: (smiles) Cryptographer.
BAIL: (points at a Human male, a muscular Falleen woman, and a black-furred Talz) And that's Cmdr. Jango Cody and Spacemen Petra Antilles and Mal'Akhi, the muscle of the group.
OBI-WAN: Hello.
ANAKIN: Hey.
A stocky man of average height, Cmdr. Cody has close-cropped black hair, a swarthy complexion, and a face so stern it could have been chiselled from hard stone. Cocking an eyebrow, he issues one, low grunt.
OBI-WAN: (under his breath) Not the talkative type, is he?
BAIL: Jango's a man of action, not words.
OBI-WAN: Worked with him before?
BAIL: (nods) Last year, in the Battle of Concord Dawn.
OBI-WAN: Not Imperial, is he?
BAIL: No.
OBI-WAN: Journeyman Protector?
BAIL: Yes.
OBI-WAN: I've heard they're excellent fighters.
BAIL: You heard correctly.
Their conversation ends there.
INT. JEDI TEMPLE/WINDU APARTMENT/MACE & ADI'S BEDROOM -- DAY
Uzochi, having fled his bedroom for that of his parents, is now in hiding under their large bed.
Having surmised 'Chi's probable location, Siri enters the bedroom doorway, a food tray held in her arms. Reticent to scare the child any more than she already has, she remains motionless in the doorframe.
SIRI: 'Chi, is it alright if I come in? (beat) I prepared a snack for us. (beat) I'm going to come inside now, okay?
Tentatively, Siri walks inside. Taking small steps, she makes her way to the end of the bed.
SIRI: I made two sandwiches, 'Chi, one for you and one for me. I'm just going to set this tray down now and have one. You don't have to join me if you don't want to, but it'd be sad if the sandwich I made for you goes to waste.
Slowly, she lowers the tray onto the carpeted floor, right in front of Uzochi's eyes. Just as slowly, she sits down, crossing her legs before her. Then, picking up a sandwich, she begins to eat.
Moments pass. His hunger overpowering his fear, 'Chi crawls out from under the bed and cautiously sits down across from Siri.
SIRI: (smiles) Would you like your sandwich?
UZOCHI: (reserved) Yes, please.
Her smile broadening into a grin, Siri hands the boy his sandwich.
EXT. SPACE -- CORUSCANT
Leaving the bronze surface of Coruscant, the Wayward Son heads toward the star-spangled fabric of darkness that is deep space.
INT. WAYWARD SON/COCKPIT
Raia Vaness sits in the pilot's seat, hands on the controls, while Bail stands over her.
BAIL: Course laid in?
CMDR. VANESS: Course laid in.
BAIL: Then engage hyperdrive whenever you're ready, Commander.
CMDR. VANESS: Aye, Captain.
Vaness pulls back on the hyperdrive levers, engaging the drive.
BAIL: Bajilon system, here we come.
CMDR. VANESS: That's the plan, at any rate.
EXT. SPACE
Carried forward on pseudo-motion, the Son is catapulted into the depthless fathoms of hyperspace.