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The Death Star slowly moves behind the massive yellow surface of Yavin in the foreground, as many X-wing fighters flying in formation zoom toward us and out of the frame.
EXTERIOR: SPACE -- ANOTHER ANGLE.
Light from a distant sun creates an eerie atmospheric glow around a huge planet, Yavin. Rebel fighters flying in formation settle ominously in the foreground and very slowly pull away.
INTERIOR: RED LEADER STARSHIP -- COCKPIT.
Red Leader lowers his visor and adjusts his gun sights, looking to each side at his wing men.
RED LEADER: All wings report in.
INTERIOR: ANOTHER COCKPIT.
One of the Rebel fighters checks in through his mike.
RED TEN: Red Ten standing by.
INTERIOR: BIGGS' COCKPIT.
Biggs checks his fighter's controls, alert and ready for combat.
RED SEVEN: (over Biggs' headset) Red Seven standing by.
BIGGS: Red Three standing by.
INTERIOR: PORKINS' COCKPIT.
PORKINS: Red Six standing by.
RED NINE: (over headset) Red Nine standing by.
INTERIOR: WEDGE'S FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.
WEDGE: Red Two standing by.
INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.
RED ELEVEN: (over headset) Red Eleven standing by.
LUKE: Red Five standing by.
EXTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER
Artoo-Detoo, in position outside of the fighter, turns his head from side to side and makes beeping sounds.
INTERIOR: RED LEADER'S FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.
RED LEADER: Lock S-foils in attack position.
EXTERIOR: SPACE.
The group of X-wing fighters move in formation toward the Death Star, unfolding the wings and locking them in the "X" position.
INTERIOR: BIGGS' COCKPIT
READ LEADER: (over headset) We're passing through their magnetic field.
INTERIOR: RED LEADER'S COCKPIT.
RED LEADER: Hold tight!
INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.
Luke adjusts his controls as he concentrates on the approaching Death Star. The ship begins to be buffeted slightly.
RED LEADER: (over headset) Switch your deflectors on.
INTERIOR: ANOTHER COCKPIT.
RED LEADER: (over headset) Double front!
EXTERIOR: SPACE.
The fighters, now X-shaped darts, move in formation. The Death Star now appears to be a small moon growing rapidly in size as the Rebel fighters approach. Complex patterns on the metallic surface begin to become visible. A large dish antenna is built into the surface on one side.
INTERIOR: WEDGE'S COCKPIT.
Wedge is amazed and slightly frightened at the awesome spectacle.
WEDGE: Look at the size of that thing!
RED LEADER: (over headset) Cut the chatter, Red Two.
INTERIOR: RED LEADER'S COCKPIT.
RED LEADER: Accelerate to attack speed. This is it, boys!
EXTERIOR: SPACE.
As the fighters move closer to the Death Star, the awesome size of the gargantuan Imperial fortress is revealed. Half of the deadly space station is in shadow and this area sparkles with thousands of small lights running in thin lines and occasionally grouped in large clusters; somewhat like a city at night as seen from a weather satellite.
INTERIOR: GOLD LEADER'S COCKPIT.
GOLD LEADER: Red Leader, this is Gold Leader.
RED LEADER: (over headset) I copy, Gold Leader.
GOLD LEADER: We're starting for the target shaft now.
INTERIOR: RED LEADER'S COCKPIT.
Red Leader looks around at his wingmen; the Death Star looming in from behind. Two Y-wing fighters bob back and forth in the background. He moves his computer targeting device into position.
RED LEADER: We're in position. I'm going to cut across the axis and try and draw their fire.
EXTERIOR: SPACE.
Two squads of Rebel fighters peel off. The X-wings dive towards the Death Star surface. A thousand lights glow across the dark grey expanse of the huge station.
INTERIOR: DEATH STAR.
Alarm sirens scream as soldiers scramble to large turbo- powered laser gun emplacements. Electronic drivers rotate the huge guns into position as crew adjust their targeting devices.
EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR.
Laserbolts streak through the star-filled night. The Rebel X-wing fighters move in toward the Imperial base, as the Death Star aims its massive laser guns at the Rebel forces and fires.
INTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST -- WAR ROOM.
Princess Leia listens to the battle over the intercom. Threepio is at her side.
WEDGE: (over war room speaker system) Heavy fire, boss! Twenty-degrees.
RED LEADER: (over speaker) I see it. Stay low.
EXTERIOR: SPACE.
An X-wing zooms across the surface of the Death Star.
INTERIOR: DEATH STAR.
Technical crews scurry here and there loading last-minute armaments and unlocking power cables.
INTERIOR: WEDGE'S COCKPIT.
Wedge maneuvers his fighter toward the menacing Death Star.
EXTERIOR: SPACE.
X-wings continue in their attack course on the Death Star.
INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.
Luke nosedives radically, starting his attack on the monstrous fortress. The Death Star surface streaks past the cockpit window.
LUKE: This is Red Five; I'm going in!
EXTERIOR: SPACE.
Luke's X-wing races toward the Death Star. Laserbolts streak from Luke's weapons, creating a huge fireball explosion on the dim surface.
INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.
Terror crosses Luke's face as he realizes he won't be able to pull out in time to avoid the fireball.
BIGGS: (over headset) Luke, pull up!
EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF DEATH STAR.
Luke's ship emerges from the fireball, with the leading edges of his wings slightly scorched.
INTERIOR: BIGGS' COCKPIT.
BIGGS: Are you all right?
INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.
Luke adjusts his controls and breathes a sigh of relief. Flak bursts outside the cockpit window.
LUKE: I got a little cooked, but I'm okay.
EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR.
Rebel fighters continue to strafe the Death Star's surface with laserbolts.
INTERIOR: DEATH STAR.
Walls buckle and cave in. Troops and equipment are blown in all directions. Stormtroopers stagger out of the rubble. Standing in the middle of the chaos, a vision of calm and foreboding, is Darth Vader. One of his Astro-Officers rushes up to him.
ASTRO-OFFICER: We count thirty Rebel ships, Lord Vader. But they're so small they're evading our turbo-lasers!
VADER: We'll have to destroy them ship to ship. Get the crews to their fighters.
INTERIOR: DEATH STAR.
Smoke belches from the giant laser guns as they wind up their turbine generators to create sufficient power. The crew rushes about preparing for another blast. Even the troopers head gear is not adequate to protect them from the overwhelming noise of the monstrous weapon. One troopers bangs his helmet with his hand in an attempt to stop the ringing.
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