Bimmisari and Captain Galvin Soto
EXT. NALDAR SPACE
The IMPERIAL STAR DESTROYER RELENTLESS soars through frame. Dozens of heavy TURBOLASERS fire at freighters and space transports trying to flee the Imperial onslaught. A wave of TIE FIGHTERS, a swarm of gnats against the bulk of the Star Destroyer, ROAR into space and further harass the fleeing ships.
INT. IMPERIAL STAR DESTROYER RELENTLESS - BRIDGE
LORD ADMIRAL DIN, Captain of the Relentless, watches the battle rage. He wears an ill-fitting smile, a smile that is more like a grimace, on his scarred face.
A LIEUTENANT approaches him.
LIEUTENANT: "Admiral, sir, we have a problem."
Lord Admiral Din sneers at the Lieutenant and strides boldy to the computer banks, his cape flowing behind him. A computer OPERATOR pushes some buttons and a large hologram appears, displaying a group of transports under assault by TIE fighters.
LIEUTENANT: "We do not have enough TIEs in the black. Most of these freighters will escape."
Lord Admiral Din closes his eyes and rubs his temple, shutting the world off.
LIEUTENANT: "If we commit our reserve fighters, we could destroy them all."
LORD ADMIRAL DIN: "Hold the fighters in reserve. Focus scanners on grid 0-3-A."
The two Imperial officers continue to watch the screen. The hologram flickers, and suddenly a CORELLIAN CORVETTE appears in the shadow of the transports.
LORD ADMIRAL DIN: "Lieutenant, order the reserve TIEs to destroy that new target."
OPERATOR: "Sir, we're getting a read on that new bogey's transponder codes... it's a rebel ship captained by Prince Vindan of the Albonites!"
LORD ADMIRAL DIN: "Order the TIEs to disable the corvette. Have that new Nebulon-B frigate board her."
LIEUTENANT: "This is a grand prize, Admiral! The fleet has been after that piece of scum forever! How did you know he was hiding there?"
Lord Admiral Din shoots a look that promises pain at the Lieutenant. His eyes are blood-shot now. The Lieutenant takes a step back and Lord Admiral Din moves back to the window to watch the battle in space.
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INT. OUTLAW STAR - COCKPIT
Raynor and Trevor are watching through the cockpit at the battle taking place beyond them. Lita is manipulating the controls and A1 is plugged into the hyperspace navigation computer.
TREVOR: "Those TIEs are moving towards that rebel corvette."
RAYNOR: "How did they know it was there? Even our sensors aren't picking it up, and there's nothing blocking our path."
TREVOR: "I don't know. How much longer until we can get out of here?"
A1 blurts out a few whining noises.
TREVOR: "Good. This is as close as I ever want to get to an Imperial Star Destroyer."
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EXT. NALDAR SPACE
The Outlaw Star JUMPS off-screen and into hyperspace.
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EXT. SPACE - THE PLANET BIMMISARI
The Outlaw Star appears on screen, heading towards the daylight side of a green planet.
EXT. BIMMISARI - DAY
The Outlaw Star flies towards a city, barely visible in the distance. Forest covers the landscape, and seems to wave like thick grass under a strong wind.
EXT. BIMMISARI - THE TOWER OF LAW - DAY
The Outlaw Star approaches the outskirts of THE TOWER OF LAW, a three-level, two-hundred year old marketplace made mostly of wood. Ringing the Tower is a forest of ASAARI trees that sway and move their tentacular branches in harmony with each other.
EXT. THE TOWER OF LAW - DOCKING BAY 3-18 - DAY
The Outlaw Star hovers above a wooden landing pad stained a deep brownish-red and slowly descends, expelling gas. A POWER DROID makes a "gonk" sound as it waddles towards the Outlaw Star. A Bimm CUSTOMS OFFICIAL, a 5-foot-tall, half-furred alien who looks like "Gizmo" from "Gremlins", smiles as he watches the gangplank lower, hissing and venting gas.
CUSTOMS OFFICIAL: "Greetings, gentle beings!" he says to the four men, two women, and a droid who exit the ship. "Welcome to the Tower of Law on Bimmisari! If there is anything I can do for you, please, do not hesistate to ask."
Six-Four approaches him. His bandage has been removed. In the place of his blasted eye, Six-Four now has a cybernetic one. The iris of the mechanical eye shows a crosshair.
SIX-FOUR: "Anywhere to get a cold drink?"
CUSTOMS OFFICIAL: "Ah yes! You should try 'The Dancing Twi'lek'. It is a favourite spot for many off-world travellers."
SIX-FOUR: "Good," he says, as he walks past the Customs Official. The Customs Official rushes back to stand in front of the armoured man. The furry creature barely rises to Six-Four's chest.
Six-Four looks down at him.
SIX-FOUR: "Yeah?"
CUSTOMS OFFICIAL: "I am sorry, but there is some business that we must first take care of. Do you have anything to declare?"
SIX-FOUR: "Yeah. Don't go to Naldar."
CUSTOMS OFFICIAL: "You must also leave any and all implements of violence on your ship. Bimmisari is a strictly non-violent world. If you wish to take any weapons into the Tower of Law, you must first fit them with a disabler." He pulls out a handful of small, round devices.
RAYNOR: "No thanks, we'll just leave them on the ship."
CUSTOMS OFFICIAL: "Excellent. I hope your stay here is peaceful and enjoyable. Enjoy your stay on Bimmisari!"
The Customs Official leaves. Raynor turns to the rest of the group.
RAYNOR: "So," he says, rubbing his hands together, "who's up for checking out 'The Dancing Twi'lek'?"
Six-Four nods his assent.
SIX-FOUR: "I could use a drink."
LITA: "I'm going to stay here and see what I can do with my ship."
TREVOR: "I guess me and A1 will help out the 'captain'. Hardly see the point, since we're not getting paid..."
LITA: "We told you, you're going to get a share of the loot once we sell it."
TREVOR: "Yeah, yeah."
RAYNOR: "See you guys later. Women await!"
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INT. THE DANCING TWI'LEK - NIGHT
The Dancing Twi'lek is a large cabaret, but the dark lighting makes it seem private. Twi'lek girls, each in amazing shape and at the peak of her beauty, dance in an old-fashioned chorus line. Lonely spacers and traders watch greedily.
Raynor and Six-Four are sitting at a booth. Two Twi'lek dancers in casual clubbing clothes are sitting with them, laughing and giggling. HEZAH RIONAN, a Twi'lek who wears her beauty like a mask, is sitting next to Six-Four, talking in the low tones of intimacy.
Lita and Trevor enter the bar. Lita looks around for Raynor and finds him, shaking her head when she sees the girls.
LITA: "Typical," she says, smiling.
Trevor follows her to Raynor and Six-Four's booth. He looks uncomfortable.
Lita pulls up a chair at the booth and straddles it. Trevor sits down, forcing Raynor and the Twi'lek all over him to slide down.
Hezah Rionan looks at Lita and starts. She shoots daggers at Lita with her eyes.
LITA: "Hey guys. Me and Trevor have got the Outlaw Star fixed up."
RAYNOR: "Well, have a drink with us."
Lita notices Hezah's hundred-parsec stare and shrugs it off.
LITA: "Actually, I'm going to see if I can get a cargo. I need to make some money."
RAYNOR: "Fine with me." He looks up, across the room. "If there's anything shady about the cargo, you might want to be careful." Raynor points.
A group of six Imperial Naval Troopers have entered the room. The dancing stops and the music jars to a halt. From behind the Troopers, a black-clad Imperial Customs Official walks in - one GALVIN SOTO. Galvin Soto is a middle-aged, balding man with a physique broken by too much time behind a desk.
Galvin Soto walks stiffly onto the stage.
GALVIN SOTO: "I am looking for this man," he says, pulling out a holo-player. The hologram shows a dark, scarred pirate. "His name is Devek Mar, and he is wanted on many counts of piracy. There is a ten-thousand credit reward on his head - dead or alive. Anyone who knows anything is expected to come forward. The penalty for aiding and abetting a criminal such as this is hard labour on an Imperial mine."
Galvin Soto flicks off the holo-player. He starts to leave the stage, but spots someone in the distance. He squints, and his face shows surprise. He steps off the stage and walks straight for Raynor, flanked with his Naval Troopers.
GALVIN SOTO: "Raynor Onass. You scum."
RAYNOR: "Galvin Soto," he says as if to an old friend. "I haven't seen you since... since you got reamed out for arresting me without cause. How did that work out with you? I heard your boss wasn't too happy to see 'such a fine and upstanding citizen' detained."
GALVIN SOTO: "I know you were smuggling," he says, anger simmering in his voice. "I would have been able to prove it-"
SIX-FOUR: "If you weren't an idiot?"
GALVIN SOTO: "Damn you, Raynor! Men, search them!"
The Troopers search the group. They offer no resistance, and Raynor actually looks pleased.
RAYNOR: "When are you going to stop bothering good citizens and go after some real criminals?"
GALVIN SOTO: "I should arrest you right now-"
RAYNOR: "Just try it," he says, dropping the old friend tone. "We aren't in the core. There isn't any Imperial presence here on Bimmisari. You know you'd have to let me go - you got nothing on me. And when you
up again, your brass is going to bust you down to droid detail." He smiles: pure
. "So why don't you just
off?"
GALVIN SOTO: "One day," he fumes, "I'm going to see you pay!"
He turns and leaves with the Troopers.
SIX-FOUR: "Old friend of yours?" he asks, turning to Raynor.
RAYNOR: "We go way back. Good times."
Lita sighs.
LITA: "Well, that was exciting. I'm going to take off."
RAYNOR: "See you later." The Twi'lek girl sitting on his lap whispers something in his ear. "Actually, we are going to head off too. I'll see you guys tomorrow." They slide out of the booth and stand up, the girl fixing her skirt in order to keep at least a minimum of modesty.
An attractive WAITRESS approaches the table. Something about her looks off.
WAITRESS: "Do you want another round?" She speaks in a tinny voice that sounds like a melange of all the current sex-symbols in the galaxy.
TREVOR: "Yeah, babe." He smiles at her and puts a credit in her stocking. When he touches her, she flickers, and her true form is revealed - a serving droid overlaid with a hologram.
SIX-FOUR: "Kid, you need to get out more."
Lita stands up from her chair and walks away.
LITA: "See you later."
I might keep it up, I might switch to prose, maybe some kind of bastard hybrid, we'll see.
