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INT. ANCIENT EMU

Kimon is sitting in the rear seat, brooding. Man Dingo is back there with him, snoozing. Thirteenpio is now sitting in the front, with Tabacca driving (because *nobody* drives the Emu but Tabacca), and Lance and Aryoo are in the middle seat of the mutant Suburban, sorting through Tabacca’s collection of CD’s, trying to pick out something to listen to.

Lance is not finding anything he particularly wants to hear, and turns in his seat to talk to Kimono.

LANCE: So, this Princess Leiza – she seein’ anybody, or what?

Kimono jerks out of his reverie to look at Lance, and smiles.

KIMONO: What makes you think I would know anything about that?

LANCE: (laughing) You’re the one she sent the message to, man! You should have some idea, at least.

KIMONO: I haven’t seen her since she was knee-high to a lawnmower, Lance. I don’t know anything about her social life.

Tabacca shakes his head as he listens to this. He shoves a CD Aryoo has just handed him into the player, and heavy metal country and western starts pounding through the speakers. Man Dingo wakes up, knife in hand, then grunts and closes his eyes again.

THIRTEENPIO: Hey, could you turn that down? I’ve got a headache. I don’t think those tacos did me any good.

Tabacca ratchets the sound down a notch.

TABACCA: You guys wouldn’t be talking about Leiza Organza, would you?

KIMONO: That’s right. Why?

TABACCA: *The* Leiza Organza? I used to go see her show all the time. Hot chick.

LANCE: What? What are you talking about?

TABACCA: Leiza Organza – she used to do work at Kollars’n’Kuffs, I went there all the time. Of course, that was before she inherited all that money.

Lance’s mouth hangs open. Kimono chuckles.

LANCE: But....but....but....She’s a princess!

TABACCA: So? She still needed money to live on; she ran away from home a few years ago. Yeah, anyway, she didn’t have access to her trust fund then, so....

LANCE: But....but....but....

TABACCA: Yeah, we went out a coupla times. Nice girl. Whoo! Sexy....

INT. ANTIGONE - CONFERENCE ROOM

Imperial Officer Krass stands before Governor Barkin and Dark Trader.

BARKIN: What?

OFFICER KRASS: Our scouts are at Dansonme. They found the club abandoned, apparently in a hurry. And it’s been abandoned for a long time, according to their reports. They are now searching in an expanding circle pattern.

BARKIN: The bitch lied!

TRADER: Why are you surprised? I told you she would never betray her cause.

BARKIN: Kill her! Kill her now! Kill her a lot!

EXT. SMOLDERING REMAINS OF THE ALDERGOTHS - STREET

The Ancient Emu pulls up on the far side of the street from the ruins.

INT. ANCIENT EMU

Tabacca puts the Emu in neutral and leans on the steering wheel, letting out a long, low, whistle between his teeth. Kimono jumps from the vehicle and rushes over to the hole, falling on his hands and knees. Lance sits in the Emu, stunned. Thirteenpio and Aryoo look at each other, and follow Kimono. Man Dingo snores.

TABACCA: What the hell happened here?

Tabacca chucks an empty cup at Man Dingo, waking him up. They and Lance all get out of the vehicle, and walk slowly over to where Kimono and the rivetheads stand looking at the wreckage.

EXT. SMOLDERING REMAINS OF THE ALDERGOTHS - STREET

LANCE: Whu-whu-what?

Kimono turns to look at him, fists clenched.

KIMONO: They killed them! They killed all of them! The entire Sentate, all the people in the mall, all the innocents. All of them!

LANCE: What? Why?

TABACCA: Looks like a power grab – killing off the Senate’s gonna leave a big vaccuum. Guess who’s going to fill it?

Kimono turns to him, and nods, frowning.

KIMONO: The Emperor has no one standing in his way now. He can rule everything without worrying about interference.

LANCE: All he has to do now is mop up the Rebellion!

KIMONO: (grimly) Right.

TABACCA: What kind of thing could do this?

THIRTEENPIO: When we were with the Princess, there was talk about some new weapon the Empire developed.

Aryoo nods, tinkling in agreement.

TABACCA: You’re not telling me you guys know anything about this?

THIRTEENPIO: Well, that’s how we ended up out in Tankerhead, ya know? The Princess gave Aryoo a disc to carry to Kimono, and that’s where we were headed when those fuckin’ Ma’was got us.

TABACCA: Oh, that’s just great, that is. If I’d known that, I would’ve told you losers to get lost.

EXT. TATOOME - STREETS

Several Imperial Star Limos race down the streets, towards the wreckage of the Aldergoths.

EXT. SMOLDERING REMAINS OF THE ALDERGOTHS – STREET

All heads turn towards the as-yet distant sounds of large vehicles roaring towards them.

THIRTEENPIO: I think now would be a good time to get out of here.

Aryoo is already heading for the Emu. The rest follow quickly.

TABACCA: I just want to thank you all for bringing me’n Dingo out here.

KIMONO: Don’t worry, I’m sure your excellent driving will save our asses.

INT. ANCIENT EMU

The group leaps haphazardly into the vehicle, and Tabacca pumps the gas and drop-shifts the vehicle. It leaps forward then dies. He grinds the ignition, begging it to start.

KIMONO: (muttering) C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon....

EXT. SMOLDERING REMAINS OF THE ALDERGOTHS – STREET

The Imperial Star Limos race up the street towards the Emu.

INT. ANCIENT EMU

Tension mounts in the vehicle as Tabacca struggles to re-start it. Thirteenpio stares at the onrushing Humvees, looks at Aryoo, they nod at each other and bail out of the Emu.

The others look at each other, and prepare to do the same, but some sort of energy weapon is unleashed, the doors slam shut and they are unable to open them or even roll down their windows.

LANCE: This can’t be good.

Tabacca just looks at him. Man Dingo is watching the Humvees carefully.

EXT. SMOLDERING REMAINS OF THE ALDERGOTHS – STREET

Gothtroopers file out of the Humvees, and surround the Emu. They throw some time of thin, but incredibly strong, metallic mesh around the vehicle, hooking it up to a Humvee that has backed in close.

INT. ANCIENT EMU

The vehicle is now being towed through the streets of Tatoome. Man Dingo falls asleep again. The others are watching the Star Limos, and avoiding looking at each other.

LANCE: Where do you think they’re taking us?

TABACCA: If we’re lucky, to be executed. If we’re not lucky –

KIMONO: (interrupting) If we’re not lucky, they’ll take us to be interrogated at Antigone first.

EXT. TATOOME – STREETS

The Imperial Star Limos make their way back through the streets at a more sedate pace, in the center of their formation is the Ancient Emu.

INT. ANCIENT EMU

TABACCA: Yep, we’re going to Antigone.

KIMONO: Nice driving.

TABACCA: (ignoring Kimono) I’ve always wanted to see what it’s like inside it.

LANCE: You got any beer?

EXT. STREET LEADING TO ANTIGONE

The Ancient Emu is towed up to the driveway leading to the dark maw leading into the subterranean parking structure underneath Antigone. A huge rolling door slams down after the vehicles disappear into the darkness.

INT. ANTIGONE SUBTERRANEAN PARKING STRUCTURE

The captured Emu is hauled far down into the depths of the structure, the extra Imperial Star Limos peeling off into loading and maintenance bays along the way. Finally, the Emu is released from the net and pushed by uniformed workers into a small bay, and clamps grab it from recesses in the floor.

VOICE ON INTERCOM: Remain where you are, guards will be with you shortly.

Man Dingo finally wakes up at the sound of the voice, and tries the door. It still won’t open and he sits back, silently checking all his hidden weapons as discreetly as he can.

INT. ANTIGONE – RAMP LEADING DOWN INTO STRUCTURE

OFFICER I: (to troopers) I want a two-by-two formation, now go! (to another officer) You go with them, make sure they get those prisoners up to the detention level as fast as possible. I’ll report to Lord Trader.

The second officer and the gothtroopers quick-time down the ramp.

INT. ANTIGONE – HOLDING BAY

The double-line of Gothtroopers appears at the entrance to the bay, and the officer steps forward with a remote-control device in his hand. He presses a button, and the magnetic field (or whatever) that has been keeping the doors closed is deactivated. The four captives are waved out of the Emu, and they cautiously stand up with their hands visible.

OFFICER II: That’s right, keep your hands where I can see ‘em. Don’t make any sudden moves, and I’ll make sure you get to the interrogation room without too much damage.

INT. ANTIGONE - CONFERENCE ROOM

The intercom bleeps, and Barkin hits the answer button.

BARKIN: What?

OFFICER I: (over intercom) We captured some lookie-loos out at the Aldergoths site. The vehicle and occupants match the descriptions of some fugitives who resisted arrest in Mor Presley.

TRADER: Fantastic! I’ll get my hands on old Obi Fora yet....

BARKIN: Shut up. (to intercom) You are having them brought up to Interrogation, I assume?

OFFICER I: Yessir. They’re on their way now.

BARKIN: Good.

Barkin switches off the intercom, and reclines back in his chair. He nods at Trader, who grins wolfishly, and leaves the room.


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