“STAR WARS: HEROES OF DESTINY
EPISODE v: IMPERIAL ENTANGLEMENTS”
by
JIM COOK
BASED ON A STORY BY
MICHAEL ROMANOWSKI & CO.
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FADE IN
EXT. SPACE
We see a field of
stars. As the theme music plays, words CRAWL across the blackness.
CRAWL
The Dancing Star has
lost a crewmember. Tovi Zahn has taken up with the Human-among-Sand-People
known as Old Fang. Renee Markov, the captain of the Dancing Star, hurtles back
to the ship, the pain of his crushed ribs exceeded by the pain of the loss of
his friend.
EXT. DUNE SEA – NIGHT
KOYI’UNA SEROOL stands
at the ramp of the DANCING STAR, anxiously peering into the darkness.
MSDB 14-ALPHA (O.S.)
(via ship’s
comm)
Mistress Koyi’una,
sensors detect an approaching speeder bike.
KOYI’UNA SEROOL
(into ship’s
comm)
How man riders?
MSDB 14-ALPHA (O.S.)
(via ship’s
comm)
One, Mistress
Koyi’una.
Koyi’una waits
nervously at the end of the boarding ramp, shivering slightly in the cold
desert night.
A dark shape ROARS out
of the night, and slides to a stop just inside the bright area of light cast by
the Dancing Star’s work lights.
RENEE MARKOV, the Khil
captain of the Dancing Star, nearly falls off the speeder bike. Koyi’una rushes
to assist him. She helps himhobble toward the ship, while he presses a hand
against his ribs.
KOYI’UNA SEROOL
What happened? Where
is Tovi?
RENEE MARKOV
Gone. I’m not sure if
he’s alive or dead. I fear he’s alive, and in the clutches of a power he can’t
understand. Get everyone inside. The ‘Star is lifting off; we have incoming.
INT. DANCING STAR
BRIDGE
DELOR SEROOL sits in
the pilot’s seat, running the Dancing Star through her pre-flight routine.
MYKAR ROSHENK (O.S.)
(via ship’s
comm)
Engines are hot. You
can lift when ready.
DELOR SEROOL
(into ship’s
comm)
Understood. Just
waiting for Renee and Koy.
The captain and
Koyi’una enter the bridge and take their stations. Koyi’una sits at the System
Operator station normally occupied by their absent shipmate.
DELOR SEROOL
Are we going after
Tovi?
RENEE MARKOV
Just fly the ship,
Delor, let me handle the rest.
Delor GRUMBLES under
his breath, but does as he is told. He turns to his controls, and moments later
the Dancing Star soars skyward.
At the System
Operator’s console, Koyi’una is in communication with the grizzled moisture
farmer known to her only as HIRAM.
KOYI’UNA SEROOL
(into comm)
You have to evacuate.
There’s no way you can hope to defend your farms now. There are just too many
Sand People.
HIRAM (O.S.)
(via comm)
This is our home, and
we’ll defend it. We’ll fight them, no matter the cost.
KORYI’UNA SEROOL
(into comm)
Don’t be a fool! You
have children there. Do their lives mean nothing to you?
HIRAM (O.S.)
(via comm)
We’ll never be able
to get the kids, the old, and the sick out in time.
KOYI’UNA SEROOL
(into comm)
We will cover you!
RENEE MARKOV
(loudly, to be
heard over the comm)
This may be a fool’s
errand, Hiram, but we’re with you. We will use the ‘Star’s guns to hold the
Sand People off as long as we can. Get your people out. Those bastards have one
of my people already, they don’t need to get any of yours.
DELOR SEROOL
I can see the Sand
People now!
EXT. DUNE SEA NEAR
FARMER’S VILLAGE
The Dancing Star is
circling low over the desert, just visible is the village, Crossing the sand
slowly but inorexibly is a column of SAND PEOPLE. There are about one hundred
of them, most mounted on BANTHAS.
The Dancing Star
pitches forward in a shallow diave. Her guns fire, red bolts sending sand
fountaining skyward. The Sand People return fire, but none of their shots hit
home.
The ship completes her
attack run, and wheels around to attack again. In the distance speeders and
other vehicles are fleeing the village.
The Dancing Star
continues to fire at the Sand People, circling over them, covering the escape.
At last, only one cart
being pulled by a couple of harnessed EOPIES is left in sight. The Sand People
have reached the outskirts of the town, more harassed and slowed than actually
hurt by the Dancing Star’s attacks. Several smoking bantha carcasses and
blackened piles of rags testify to the accuracy of some of Delor’s shots,
however.
As the last cart
disappears into the desert night, the Sand People begin to set fires in the
compound, and loot it. Having covered the escape, and suffered some minor
damage to add to her already beaten hull, the Dancing Star heads away.
CLOCKWISE ROTATING
TRANSFORM WIPE TO
INT. DOCKING BAY 327
– MOS EISLEY – DAY
Renee Markov and
Koyi’una Serool descend the ship’s boarding ramp. BIB FORTUNA visibly incensed,
and two GAMORREAN GUARDS, visibly intimidating, stand at the end of the ramp.
Before Renee is halfway down, Fortuna starts yelling.
BIB FORTUNA
Your newly refurbished
ship damaged?! More credits added to your debt with to Jabba?! I should have
you executed right now!
RENEE MARKOV
Fortuna, you couldn’t
possibly make me feel any worse than I already do.
BIB FORTUNA
We’ll see about that,
Markov. Maybe I’ll have my guards—
Koyi’una interposes
herself between Renee and Fortuna. She begins to move her supple, sensual head
tails in a display of non-verbal Twi’lek communication.
KOYI’UNA SEROOL
(in Twi’lekese)
Lord Fortuna, please
have mercy on us! If not for the sake of Captain Markov, than for my brother...
and me.
Koyi’una lowers her
eyes, and folds her hands in front of her waist. A submissive pose that Fortuna
seems to react well to.
BIB FORTUNA
(in Twi’lekese)
Very well, my child,
but only out of affection for one of my own people. Your captain may have
twenty-four hours to make what repairs you can on this ship. While I value your
life, child, I do not value that of Markov, nor this ship. I will give no more
of the Mighty Jabba’s money to fix it.
Fortuna turns his
attention to Renee.
BIB FORTUNA
Tomorrow a large
cargo shipment will be delivered to you. Load it immediately. A second shipment
will arrive after that. Much smaller. Much more valuable. Much more important
to me. See to it that it is well secured. Deliver both cargos, Renee Markov,
and you will be well on your way to clearing your debt with Jabba. Until you
lift off with your holds full, I want to games, foolishness, or distractions. I
will leave a squad of guards to ensure that no more... accidents befall you or
this ship. None of your crew are to leave this docking bay for any reason!
KOYI’UNA SEROOL
Lord Fortuna, I will
make sure none of us gets into trouble. For you, I will do this.
BIB FORTUNA
(in Twi’lekese)
You should have a
better class of associates, my dear. Come and live with us in Jabba’s palace.
You could dance for us, and I would care for you as my own.
KOYI’UNA SEROOL
(in Twi’lekese)
Thank you, my lord. I
will certainly think about your offer.
CLOCKWISE TRANSFORM
WIPE TO
EXT. HYPERSPACE
The Dancing Star flies
through the mottled blue patterns of hyperspace with a ROAR of her engines.
INT. DANCING STAR
LOUNGE
RENEE MARKOV
I checked the coded
instructions from Fortuna for the cargo. We drop the main load at an Imperial
depot in the Mardolus System. Then we drop the smaller load in the Cetis
System.
MYKAR ROSHENK
Cetis? That’s deep
inside the Corporate Sector. What business could Fortuna or Jabba have there?
RENEE MARKOV
I didn’t ask for an
explanation, Mykar, and neither should you. Whatever the answer is isn’t our
business. This run will be worth an easy thousand credits off our debt to Jabba
the Hutt. That’s all I care about.
DELOR SEROOL
I don’t like the drop
at the Imperial base, myself. That cargo is Marcor-alloy bar stock, the same
stuff they use to construct capitol ship hulls. Why all the secrecy for
something mundane?
RENEE MARKOV
We are all better off
keeping ourselves as far out of any of this as we can. No questions means no
lies. Now, let’s spend the time in hyperspace fixing what systems we can. If
this run does go bad, I want to have the choice to either run, or fight, or both.
CLOCKWISE TRANSFORM
WIPE TO
INT. DANCING STAR
BRIDGE
The chaotic patterns of
hyperspace, visible through the viewports, turn to starlines, which quickly
resolve into bright points of light in the blackness.
KOYI’UNA SEROOL
Sensors are picking
up a lot of traffic here. About a dozen freighters of various models, tow
Imperial frigates, a couple of Griffin-class containerized cargo ships, and too
many TIE fighters to count.
RENEE MARKOV
Ok, people, let’s get
the load delivered as fast as possible.
EXT. SPACE – THE
MARDOLUS SYSTEM
The Dancing Star
maneuvers between other freighters. Two TIE fighters approach and take the ship
under escort.
After looping over and
around several outgoing transport ships, the Dancing Star enters the docking
bay of the Griffin-class cargo ship PROVIDER.
INT. PROVIDER DOCKING
BAY
The Dancing Star
settles to the deck of the massive cargo ship. The docking bay is so large that
ten ships the size of the ‘Star could fit inside, with room to spare.
Hundreds of DROIDS,
UNIFORMED HUMANS, and various NON-HUMAN WORKERS bustle about unloading and
handling cargo. We see that most of the non-Human workers are huge, hairy
bipeds: WOOKIEES. The Wookiees wear heavy collars around their necks, These are
portable, wearable torture devices known as SHOCK COLLARS. They are clearly a
non-voluntary labor force, watched over by armed Human overseers. These
Wookiees are slaves of the Empire.
All the workers, Droid,
Human, Wookkiee, free and slave, are moving pallets of Marcor-alloy bar stock
from the holds of the freighters on the deck to a storage area in the far end
of the bay. There are thousands fo stacks of pallets, more being added all the
time.
An IMPERIAL NAVY LT,
accompanied by a squad of STORM TROOPERS, a couple of large BINARY LOAD
LIFTERS, and several Wookiee slaves, approaches the Dancing Star. He meets with
Renee Markov and Mykar Roshenk at the boarding ramp.
IMPERIAL NAVY LT
Captain, as soon as
you are offloaded, we will transfer payment to your account. Our droids and
these hairy brutes will handle the cargo. Just open your hatches, and we will
have you on your way shortly. Mind you, keep your crew away from the Wookiees.
Mykar smiles and points
toward Renee.
MYKAR ROSHENK
Thanks, Ell Tee, but he’s
the Captain. I’m just the mechanic who keeps this old girl running.
The Imperial Navy LT
seems confused for a moment, than regains his composure.
IMPERIAL NAVY LT
Of course. Just the
same, have your crew stay clear of the Wookiees. They can be dangerous,
especially in enclosed spaces.
The Stormtroopers begin
herding the Wookiee slaves into the ship’s cargo hold. The crew, especially
Mykar, watches them for a time, then turn away to their own concerns.
CLOCKWISE ROTATING
TRANSFORM WIPE TO
INT. DANCING STAR
BRIDGE
The crew works their
controls. Out the view port we see the cargo handling deck of the Provider fall
away, and the dark, star filled vista of space open before us as the Dancing
Star leaves the docking bay.
RENEE MARKOV
I am thankful to be
out of there. Let’s head to Cetis, and be done with Fortuna’s errand.
DELOR SEROOL
Course for Cetis is
plotted and laid in.
RENEE MARKOV
(into ship;s comm)
Mykar, you have
everything ready back there?
INT. DANCING STAR
ENGINEERING COMPARTMENT
MYKAR ROSHENK
(into ship’s comm)
Yeah, Renee. I just
got the flow converters balanced again. Try not to shake us up too much. I can’t
promise she’ll hold together forever under fire, but we should make it to Cetis’
and then home, with no problem.
RENEE MARKOV (O.S.)
(via ship’s comm)
Ok, Mykar, we’ll be
gentle.
INT. DANCING STAR
BRIDGE
RENEE MARKOV
Punch it, Delor.
Delor pulls back on the
hyperdrive leaver, and we hear the engines WHINE.
EXT. SPACE – MARDOLUS
SYSTEM
The Dancing Star
flickers momentarily against the starfield, as if moving slowly and
tremendously fast at the same time. Then, just an instant later, she is gone.
INT. DANCING STAR
ENGINEERING COMPARTMENT
Mykar is fiddling with
some equipment. He and R4-K17 are working closely but in silence. The astromech
droid is focused on his task, and Mykar is enjoying a quiet moment of solitude
with his thoughts.
Suddenly, over the HUM
of the ship’s systems and the ROAR of the engines, there is a loud metallic
THUNK from behind a storage rack. Mykar turns to face the noise, and R4-K17’s
dome swivels that direction.
R4-K17
Burble. Whoot. Whee.
MYKAR ROSHENK
Yeah, R4, I think we
have a visitor.
Mykar slowly draws his
blaster and heads behind the storage rack, toward the starboard escape pod
hatch.
As Mykar approaches, we
see a large figure huddled against the escape pd hatch. It notices Mykar’s
approach, and begins to unfold itself to a standing position. It lumbers its
two-meter-plus form out of the hatchway, and raises two thickly furred arms
over its head in surrender. The stowaway is a Wookiee.
With his blaster still
drawn, Mykar hits a comm button on a bulkhead panel.
MYKAR ROSHENK
(into ship’s comm)
Guys, uh... we seem
to have an unexpected bit of cargo...
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