EXT. XUTHLTAN – WAYWARD SON – DRIED-UP RIVERBED – SUNSET
Beneath the shade of the wrecked ship, Obi-Wan, Bail, and Moulin sit around Cmdr. Jango Cody. Several hours have passed since the crash, and the Journeyman Protector remains unconscious, his body laid out prone atop a scavenged stretcher.
At that moment, Vaness, Anakin, and Kathe emerge from the Wayward Son, each weighed down with as many full knapsacks as they can carry. Coming to the makeshift camp, they unload their burden before the others.
CMDR. VANESS: This is all we could salvage. (beat) We have enough food for a week – maybe a week and a half. Our water will last for half that, if we drink it sparingly.
DR. MOULIN: Cmdr. Cody was right; we should have conserved our supplies.
ANAKIN: Speaking of the devil, has our sleeping beauty stirred at all since we went aboard?
BAIL: (shakes his head) He hasn’t moved a muscle since the accident.
OBI-WAN: (looks up into the sky) Judging by the encroaching darkness, the sun or suns are going down. If there’s any civilization to be found – any food or water – we’d best go searching for it while it’s cool enough to travel.
MSC. NAAD: What’ll we do for weapons? Your lightsabers were lost in the fire and none of us have any extra power packs for our blasters when they run out of charge. There could be dangerous creatures out there.
VANESS: We’ll fashion makeshift knives and spears out of the wreckage and pray there’s nothing on this planet tougher than that.
BAIL: Do it. (stands up) Skywalker – you, Moulin, and Nadd handle the supplies; Raia, once you’re finished making the weapons, take lead; Obi-Wan and I’ll handle Cody. (beat) As soon as we’re ready, we’re leaving.
INT. CORUSCANT – 663 GASGAR VALLEY APARTMENT COMPLEX/LLOMON & MAHTTOH’S APARTMENT/LIVING AREA – DAY
Sitting in their apartment, the Trandoshan and Wookiee go over several hours worth of recorded surveillance footage and transmissions taken from Obi and Siri’s apartment. Though their non-Human visages are hard to read, they are intensely frustrated.
MAHTTOH: (in Shyriiwook, subtitled) It’s been over a week since we bugged the apartment. Kenobi hasn’t once shown up or made a transmission, and she hasn’t made any transmissions to him. (beat) This is hopeless!
LLOMON: (in Dosh, subtitled) Hopeless? No. We’ve just reached the limits of what surveillance alone can teach us. If we’re to learn where the husband is, we’re going to have to ask the wife.
MAHTTOH: You mean --?
LLOMON: Yes. (stands up) We’re going back to the Ryyk. Once we’ve suited up, we’re going to pay Siri Tachi a house call.