Diagonal wash to the bridge of a Federation cruiser. Obi-Wan strides back
and forth impatiently.
OBI-WAN: Pilot! How long until we reach Tatooine!
PILOT: Pretty soon, sir!
OBI-WAN (muttering to himself Not soon enough.
(thumbs comlink) Engineering! Can't we go any faster?
ENGINEER (in Chinese accent): This ahs fahst ahs
we cahn goh, mahstah!
PADME: Obi-Wan. I found someone who can help us
reach Tatooine ahead of Anakin!
Sergeant Ackbar enters, clad in the simple gray cloak of the Mon Clameri
SERGEANT ACKBAR (gruffly): General Kenobi.
We have found a way to reroute power to the auxillary
thrusters to increase propulsion by 40%!
OBI-WAN: Well done, Sergeant!
SERGEANT ACKBAR(gruffly): With our new power
dispersal we should reach the target in a few hours!
PADME: You have stuff hanging off your chin.
SERGEANT ACKBAR (gruffly): This is like a beard.
OBI-WAN (amused): But the Mon Clamari are a hairless race!
JAR JAR BINKS: Meesa ne wanga gotta beard, and
muy muy peoples gon' be wantin' one twosie! (trips, falls)
SERGEANT ACKBAR: (coughs gruffly)
OBI-WAN: You serve the Alliance well... Commander!
PADME: That shit's gross.
Natural and supernatural horrors mount on an expedition to an island music festival for the wealthy.
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