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		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 enters.

		
OBI-WAN: Padme!

		
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

		underling

		
SERGEANT ACKBAR (gruffly): General Kenobi.

		                  We have found a way to reroute power to the auxillary

		                  thrusters to increase propulsion by 40%!

		
PADME: Oh!

		
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.

		

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