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Luke, Threepio and little Artoo enter the huge spaceship hangar and hurry along a long line of gleaming spacefighters. Flight crews rush around loading last-minute armaments and unlocking power couplings. In an area isolated from this activity Luke finds Han and Chewbacca loading small boxes onto an armored speeder.
MAN'S VOICE: (over loudspeaker) All flight trooper, man your stations. All flight troops, man your stations.
Han is deliberately ignoring the activity of the fighter pilots' preparation. Luke is quite saddened at the sight of his friend's departure.
LUKE: So...you got your reward and you're just leaving then?
HAN: That's right, yeah! I got some old debts I've got to pay off with this stuff. Even if I didn't, you don't think I'd be fool enough to stick around here, do you? Why don't you come with us? You're pretty good in a fight. I could use you.
LUKE: (getting angry) Come on! Why don't you take a look around? You know what's about to happen, what they're up against. They could use a good pilot like you. You're turning your back on them.
HAN: What good's a reward if you ain't around to use it? Besides, attacking that battle station ain't my idea of courage. It's more like suicide.
LUKE: All right. Well, take care of yourself, Han. I guess that's what you're best at, isn't it?
Luke goes off and Han hesitates, then calls to him.
HAN: Hey, Luke...may the Force be with you!
Luke turns and sees Han wink at him. Luke lifts his hand in a small wave and then goes off. Han turns to Chewie who growls at his captain,
HAN: What're you lookin' at? I know what I'm doing.
INTERIOR: MAIN HANGAR DECK -- LUKE'S SHIP.
Luke, Leia, and Dodonna meet under a huge space fighter.
LEIA: What's wrong?
LUKE: Oh, it's Han! I don't know, I really thought he'd change his mind.
LEIA: He's got to follow his own path. No one can choose it for him.
LUKE: I only wish Ben were here.
Leia gives Luke a little kiss, turns, and goes off. As Luke heads for his ship, another pilot rushes up to him and grabs his arm.
BIGGS: Luke! I don't believe it! How'd you get here...are you going out with us?!
LUKE: Biggs! Of course, I'll be up there with you! Listen, have I got some stories to tell...
Red Leader, a rugged handsome man in his forties, comes up behind Luke and Biggs. He has the confident smile of a born leader.
RED LEADER: Are you...Luke Skywalker? Have you been checked out on the Incom T-sixty-five?
BIGGS: Sir, Luke is the best bushpilot in the outer rim territories.
Red Leader pats Luke on the back as they stop in front of his fighter.
RED LEADER: I met your father once when I was just a boy, he was a great pilot. You'll do all right. If you've got half of your father's skill, you'll do better than all right.
LUKE: Thank you, sir. I'll try.
Red Leader hurries to his own ship.
BIGGS: I've got to get aboard. Listen, you'll tell me your stories when we come back. All right?
LUKE: I told you I'd make it someday, Biggs.
BIGGS: (going off) You did, all right. It's going to be like old times, Luke. We're a couple of shooting stars that'll never be stopped!
Luke laughs and shakes his head in agreement. He heads for
his ship.
As Luke begins to climb up the ladder into his sleek,
deadly spaceship, the crew chief, who is working on the craft,
points to little Artoo, who is being hoisted into a socket on
the back of the fighter.
CHIEF: This R2 unit of your seems a bit beat up. Do you want a new one?
LUKE: Not on your life! That little droid and I have been through a lot together. (to Artoo) You okay, Artoo?
The crewmen lower Artoo-Detoo into the craft. Now a part of
the exterior shell of the starship, the little droid beeps
that he is fine.
Luke climbs up into the cockpit of his fighter and puts an
his helmet. Threepio looks on from the floor of the massive
hangar as the crewmen secure his little electronic partner
into Luke's X-wing. It's an emotional-filled moment as Artoo
beeps good-bye.
CHIEF: Okay, easy she goes!
THREEPIO: Hang on tight,Artoo, you've got to come back.
Artoo beeps in agreement.
THREEPIO: You wouldn't want my life to get boring, would you?
Artoo whistles his reply.
All final preparations are made for the approaching battle.
The hangar is buzzing with the last minute activity as the
pilots and crewmen alike make their final adjustments. The hum
of activity is occasionally trespassed by the distorted voice
of the loudspeaker issuing commands. Coupling hoses are
disconnected from the ships as they are fueled. Cockpit
shields roll smoothly into place over each pilot. A signalman,
holding red guiding lights, directs the ships. Luke, a trace
of a smile gracing his lips, peers about through his goggles.
BEN'S VOICE: Luke, the Force will be with you.
Luke is confused at the voice and taps his headphones.
EXTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST -- JUNGLE.
All that can be seen of the fortress is a lone guard standing on a small pedestal jutting out above the dense jungle. The muted gruesome crying sounds that naturally permeate this eerie purgatory are overwhelmed by the thundering din of ion rockets as four silver starships catapult from the foliage in a tight formation and disappears into the morning cloud cover.
INTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST -- WAR ROOM.
The princess, Threepio, and a field commander sit quietly before the giant display showing the planet Yavin and its four moons. The red dot that represents the Death Star moves ever closer to the system. A series of green dots appear around the fourth moon. A din of indistinct chatter fills the war room.
MASSASSI INTERCOM VOICE: Stand-by alert. Death Star approaching. Estimated time to firing range, fifteen minutes.
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