EXTERIOR: ALDERAAN. Beautiful, sweeping landscape. Rolling hills, distant mountains, pearly blue water, waterfalls. A shining steel and marble city in distance.
EXTERIOR: ALDERAAN, CAPITAL CITY, GRAND PALACE in center of shot. Slow zoom toward the Palace.
INTERIOR: PALACE MEETING ROOM. A well-appointed, even lush chamber with shiny table and a half-dozen chairs. Walls adorned with banners and tapestries. A goateed, well-dressed senatorial-robed Bail Organa stands near room’s tall double doors, talking with Captain Sironna and Cliegg Whitsun, who wears loose light clothing and rubs his mussed hair with a towel he has draped around his shoulders. Two Guards stand at attention abreast the doors, their blue & gold armor and robes identifying them clearly as Alderaanian Security.
The information you have brought us is incredible, Cliegg. This will give us further opportunities to fight back and let the Emperor know we will not be ignored.
He places his hand warmly on Cliegg’s shoulder
Sure thing, Senator. I saw some terrible things in the Deep Core. The Emperor is not who most people think he is.
Senator, our next move should be to get the Admiral off of Felucia. They won’t know we’re coming. We might have a chance if we hurry. I volunteer to fly the new crew. They work well together and may have the skills to pull it off.
ORGANA (thoughtful, pacing toward large tall windows)
It’s tempting. If the Admiral is truly repentant, and the intel he has shared with me prior to him going dark has been truthful so far, he may have the pieces we are missing. Felucia is a dangerous place, Captain. And i’m not talking about Imperials. Their presence has been minimal since the war. Mostly just occupational forces in the major cities. And the prison facility hidden in the jungle that Cliegg has given us intel on.
SIRONNA (hands on hips as she starts working thru a plan in her head)
Sir, if we approach the prison complex, we won’t have to go anywhere near the cities -
CLIEGG (stops drying his hair a moment)
And our intel tells us the prison facility itself has a minimal contingent, Sir.
Yes, the Empire wouldn’t want a large force there to broadcast it’s presence. Makes sense.
Without your intelligence, Cliegg, no one would ever have known it was even there. Probably the last remnant of the Emperor’s military presence on a world he no longer cares about.
Yes, Sir. I’ll leave it to you to decide what’s next. I’d like to go see my son now. By your leave?
ORGANA (distractedly waving one hand)
Of course, Cliegg. And thank you for your service, old friend.
CLIEGG (walking out door)
It’s what I do.
Well? Give them a chance to prove they’re really into this? I’ll be there to keep an eye on them.
SIRONNA turns to run through doors -
Sironna? Bring everyone home.
SIRONNA (over her shoulder)
Always do, Sir! Always do.
ORGANA (turns back to look thoughtfully out windows)
- WIPE -