An Excerpt from Star Wars: A New Hope


        There is a large bonfire of Jawa bodies blazing in front of
        the Sandcrawler as Ben and the robots finish burning the dead.
        Luke drives up in the speeder and Ben walks over to him.

BEN: There's nothing you could have done, Luke, had you been there.
You'd have been killed, too, and the droids would be in the hands of
the Empire.

LUKE: I want to come with you to Alderaan. There's nothing here for me
now. I want to learn the ways of the Force and become a Jedi like my


        The Landspeeder with Luke, Artoo, Threepio, and Ben in it
        zooms across the desert. The speeder stops on a bluff
        overlooking the spaceport at Mos Eisley. It is a haphazard
        array of low, grey, concrete structures and semi-domes. A
        harsh gale blows across the stark canyon floor. Luke adjusts
        his goggles and walks to the edge of the craggy bluff where
        Ben is standing.

BEN: Mos Eisley Spaceport. You will never find a more wretched hive of
scum and villainy. We must be cautious.

           Ben looks over at Luke, who gives the old Jedi a determined


        The speeder is stopped on a crowded street by several
        combat-hardend stormtroopers who look over the two robots. A
        Trooper questions Luke.

TROOPER: How long have you had these droids?

LUKE: About three or four seasons.

BEN: They're for sale if you want them.

TROOPER: Let me see your identification.

           Luke becomes very nervous as he fumbles to find his ID
        while Ben speaks to the Trooper in a very controlled voice.

BEN: You don't need to see his identification.

TROOPER: We don't need to see his identification.

BEN: These are not the droids your looking for.

TROOPER: These are not the droids we're looking for.

BEN: He can go about his business.

TROOPER: You can go about your business.

BEN: (to Luke) Move along.

TROOPER: Move along. Move along.


        The speeder pulls up in front of a rundown blockhouse cantina
        on the outskirts of the spaceport. Various strange forms of
        transport, including several unusual beasts of burden, are
        parked outside the bar. A Jawa runs up and begins to fondle
        the speeder.

THREEPIO: I can't abide these Jawas. Disgusting creatures.

           As Luke gets out of the speeder he tries to shoo the Jawa
LUKE: Go on, go on. I can't understand how we got by those troopers. I
thought we were dead.

BEN: The Force can have a strong influence on the weak-minded. You
will find it a powerful ally.

LUKE: Do you really think we're going to find a pilot here that'll
take us to Alderaan?

BEN: Well, most of the best freighter pilots can be found here. Only
watch your step. This place can be a little rough.

LUKE: I'm ready for anything.

THREEPIO: Come along, Artoo.


        The young adventurer and his two mechanical servants follow
        Ben Kenobi into the smoke-filled cantina. The murky, moldy den
        is filled with a startling array of weird and exotic alien
        creatures and monsters at the long metallic bar. At first the
        sight is horrifying. One-eyed, thousand-eyed, slimy, furry,
        scaly, tentacled, and clawed creatures huddle over drinks. Ben
        moves to an empty spot at the bar near a group of repulsive
        but human scum. A huge, rough-looking Bartender stops Luke and
        the robots.

BARTENDER: We don't serve their kind here!

           Luke still recovering from the shock of seeing so many
        outlandish creatures, doesn't quite catch the bartender's

LUKE: What?

BARTENDER: Your droids. They'll have to wait outside. We don't want
them here.

           Luke looks at old Ben, who is busy talking to one of the
        Galactic pirates. He notices several of the gruesome creatures
        along the bar are giving him a very unfriendly glare.
           Luke pats Threepio on the shoulder.

LUKE: Listen, why don't you wait out by the speeder. We don't want any

THREEPIO: I heartily agree with you sir.

        Threepio and his stubby partner go outside and most of the
        creatures at the bar go back to their drinks.
           Ben is standing next to Chewbacca, an eight-foot-tall-
        savage-looking creature resembling a huge grey bushbaby monkey
        with fierce baboon-like fangs. His large blue eyes dominate a
        fur-covered face and soften his otherwise awesome appearance.
        Over his matted, furry body he wears two chrome bandoliers,
        and little else. He is a two-hundred-year-old Wookiee and a
        sight to behold.
           Ben speaks to the Wookiee, pointing to Luke several times
        during his conversation and the huge creature suddenly lets
        out a horrifying laugh. Luke is more than a little bit
        disconcerted and pretends not to hear the conversation between
        Ben and the giant Wookiee.
           Luke is terrified but tries not to show it. He quietly sips
        his drink, looking over the crowd for a more sympathetic ear
        or whatever. 
           A large, multiple-eyed Creature gives Luke a rough shove.

CREATURE: Negola dewaghi wooldugger?!?

           The hideous freak is obviously drunk. Luke tries to ignore
        the creature and turns back on his drink. A short, grubby
        Human and an even smaller rodent-like beast join the
        belligerent monstrosity.

HUMAN: He doesn't like you.

LUKE: I'm sorry.

HUMAN: I don't like you either

           The big creature is getting agitated and yells out some
        unintelligible gibberish at the now rather nervous, young

HUMAN: (continued) Don't insult us. You just watch yourself. We're
wanted men. I have the death sentence in twelve systems.

LUKE: I'll be careful than.

HUMAN: You'll be dead.

           The rodent lets out a loud grunt and everything at the bar
        moves away. Luke tries to remain cool but it isn't easy. His
        three adversaries ready their weapons. Old Ben moves in behind

BEN: This little one isn't worth the effort. Come let me buy you

           A powerful blow from the unpleasant creature sends the
        young would-be Jedi sailing across the room, crashing through
        tables and breaking a large jug filled with a foul-looking
        liquid. With a blood curdling shriek, the monster draws a
        wicked chrome laser pistol from his belt and levels it at old
        Ben. The bartender panics.

BARTENDER: No blasters! No blaster!

           With astounding agility old Ben's laser sword sparks to
        life and in a flash an arm lies on the floor. The rodent is
        cut in two and the giant multiple-eyed creature lies doubled,
        cut from chin to groin. Ben carefully and precisely turns off
        his laser sword and replaces it on his utility belt. Luke,
        shaking and totally amazed at the old man's abilities, attempts
        to stand. The entire fight has lasted only a matter of seconds.
        The cantina goes back to normal, although Ben is given a
        respectable amount of room at the bar. Luke, rubbing his
        bruised head, approaches the old man with new awe. Ben points
        the the Wookiee.

BEN: This is Chewbacca. He's first-mate on a ship that might suit our


        Threepio paces in front of the cantina as Artoo carries on an
        electronic conversation with another little red astro-droid. A
        creature comes out of the cantina and approaches two
        stormtroopers in the street.

THREEPIO: I don't like the look of this.


        Strange creatures play exotic big band music on odd-looking
        instruments as Luke, still giddy, downs a fresh drink and
        follows Ben and Chewbacca to a booth where Han Solo is
        sitting. Han is a tough, roguish starpilot about thirty years
        old. A mercenary on a starship, he is simple, sentimental, and

HAN: Han Solo. I'm captain of the Millennium Falcon. Chewie here tells
me you're looking for passage to the Alderaan system.

BEN: Yes, indeed. If it's a fast ship.

HAN: Fast ship? You've never heard of the Millennium Falcon?

BEN: Should I have?

HAN: It's the ship that made the Kessel run in less than twelve

           Ben reacts to Solo's stupid attempt to impress them with
        obvious misinformation.

HAN: (continued) I've outrun Imperial starships, not the local
bulk-cruisers, mind you. I'm talking about the big Corellian ships
now. She's fast enough for you, old man. What's the cargo?

BEN: Only passengers. Myself, the boy, two droids, and no questions

HAN: What is it? Some kind of local trouble?

BEN: Let's just say we'd like to avoid any Imperial entanglements.

HAN: Well, that's the trick, isn't it? And it's going to cost you
something extra. Ten thousand in advance.

LUKE: Ten thousand? We could almost buy our own ship for that!

HAN: But who's going to fly it, kid! You?

LUKE: You bet I could. I'm not such a bad pilot myself! We don't have
to sit here and listen...

BEN: We haven't that much with us. But we could pay you two thousand
now, plus fifteen when we reach Alderaan.

HAN: Seventeen, huh!

           Han ponders this for a few moments.

HAN: Okay. You guys got yourself a ship. We'll leave as soon as you're
ready. Docking bay Ninety-four.

BEN: Ninety-four.

HAN: Looks like somebody's beginning to take an interest in your

           Ben and Luke turn around to see four Imperial stormtroopers
        looking at the dead bodies and asking the bartenders some
        questions. The bartender points to the booth.

TROOPER: All right, we'll check it out.

           The stormtroopers look over at the booth but Luke and Ben
        are gone. The bartender shrugs his shoulders in puzzlement.

HAN: Seventeen thousand! Those guys must really be desperate. This
could really save my neck. Get back to the ship and get her ready.


BEN: You'll have to sell your speeder.

LUKE: That's okay. I'm never coming back to this planet again.


        As Han is about to leave, Greedo, a slimy green-faced alien 
        with a short trunk-nose, pokes a gun in his side. The creature
        speaks in a foreign tongue translated into English subtitles.

GREEDO: Going somewhere, Solo?

HAN: Yes, Greedo. As a matter of fact, I was just going to see your
boss. Tell Jabba that I've got his money.

           Han sits down and the alien sits across from him holding
        the gun on him.

GREEDO: It's too late. You should have paid him when you had the
chance. Jabba's put a price on your head, so large that every bounty
hunter in the galaxy will be looking for you. I'm lucky I found you

HAN: Yeah, but this time I got the money.

GREEDO: If you give it to me, I might forget I found you.

HAN: I don't have it with me. Tell Jabba...

GREEDO: Jabba's through with you. He has no time for smugglers who
drop their shipments at the first sign of an Imperial cruiser.

HAN: Even I get boarded sometimes. Do you think I had a choice?
           Han Solo slowly reaches for his gun under the table.

GREEDO: You can tell that to Jabba. He may only take your ship.

HAN: Over my dead body.

GREEDO: That's the idea. I've been looking forward to killing you for
a long time.

HAN: Yes, I'll bet you have.

           Suddenly the slimy alien disappears in a blinding flash of
        light. Han pulls his smoking gun from beneath the table as the
        other patron look on in bemused amazement. Han gets up and
        starts out of the cantina, flipping the bartender some coins
        as he leaves.

HAN: Sorry about the mess.

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