Post by Duragizer on Mar 7, 2018 4:51:20 GMT -5
INT. BUNKER 13/SUBLEVEL R/TRANSCEIVER ROOM — EVENING
After years of construction, the transceiver is almost finished. All that remains left to do is the installation of a vital transistor.
Hefting up the large transistor, Orowi flies over to Siri and Anakin and hands it over to them. Taking the component, the two Jedi slide their upper bodies in through an open cavity into the guts of the machine and, securing the transistor in its alcove, begin soldering the proper connections in place. Once that is done, they move out and place a panel over the open cavity, bolting it shut.
ANAKIN: We're done.
The small crowd of workers gathered around the machine give each other a short, subdued round of applause.
OROWI: Once we calibrate the transceiver, we can begin broadcasting immediately.
SIRI: We're all clear on what we're broadcasting and how we're broadcasting it?
OROWI: (nods) The transmission will be a string of carefully coded pulses — not visual or aural messages — so that if the Mandalorians intercept it, they won't automatically recognize it for what it is and assume it's naturally occurring background radiation. Along with the general information of our situation and location, the transmission itself also contains instructions to respond only in kind so that the Mandies will believe the transmissions of our benefactors are also natural and ignore them.
SIRI: (nods) Good.
Together, the two Jedi leave the transceiver room for the dirty, cluttered corridors beyond.
INT. BUNKER 13/SUBLEVEL R/CORRIDOR — EVENING
ANAKIN: How long do you think it'll be before someone picks up our transmission?
SIRI: It may never be picked up, or ignored as natural phenomena.
ANAKIN: But you said the transmission would be coded in a recognizable Imperial format.
SIRI: Which only helps us if an Imperial ship happens to pass this way. Without knowing where in the Galaxy we are, we have no way of knowing the likelihood of that possibility.
ANAKIN: Lwa's certain it'll happen soon.
Siri just shrugs.
ANAKIN: What's the next course of action?
SIRI: It's about time Obi-Wan and I got our lightsabers back, don't you think?
INT. CENTRAL TOWER/PENTHOUSE/SHRINE — EVENING
Zul kneels before a series of idols carved to represent the Meketrex gods, her hands clasped together around her crystal medallion and her eyes shut tight as she prays in silence.
SIRI: (O.C.) Zul.
Hearing the Jedi Knight's voice, the former priestess opens her eyes.
ZUL: What are you doing here?
SIRI: (O.C.) We need to speak.
Rising to her feet, Zul turns to acknowledge her visitor. Seeing the Jedi, her eyes narrow.
SIRI: (notices Zul's bulging abdomen) I didn't know you were pregnant. (beat) Is Vizsla the father?
ZUL: I didn't invite you here, Tachi.
SIRI: I'm sorry. I'll try to be as brief as I can so you can return to your prayers.
ZUL: Tell me what it is you want.
SIRI: I want you to retrieve the lightsabers taken from me and Obi-Wan.
ZUL: Your lightsabers? (approaches Siri) Why in the worlds would I do that, Jedi?
SIRI: You know why; Lwa showed us both. We must be ready for the uprising.
ZUL: There will be no uprising.
SIRI: We can't know that.
ZUL: Even if your toy succeeds in drawing your allies to this planet, neither you nor they will succeed against us.
SIRI: (frustrated) Do you even hear yourself? We share the same enemy!
ZUL: Your enemy is not my enemy. Your enemy is my master and I will not betray him.
SIRI: (angry) What loyalty do you owe him? He kidnapped you — forced you to fight for a cause which wasn't yours!
ZUL: (angry) That may have been true, but only at the beginning. Pre has opened my eyes. Through his kindness, through his love, he has shown me the truth of the Mandalorian way.
SIRI: (incredulous) Kindness‽ Love‽ Are you even aware of what he has done‽ Thousands have been massacred in the raids he orchestrated, all whom he could have spared. Where was his love and kindness then‽
ZUL: (averts gaze) It was unfortunate, but necessary. Sometimes the few must be sacrificed for the sake of the many.
SIRI: You've been brainwashed and you can't even recognize it.
Nostrils flaring with anger, Zul turns her gaze back on the Jedi.
ZUL: (sneers) Sanctimonious hypocrite. You are one to point fingers. (beat) I know who you are, Siri Tachi, knight of the Coruscanti Order. You belong to the same Jedi sect Pre once belonged to — a sect of baby snatchers who mold those they kidnap into unquestioning enforcers of the emperor's will.
SIRI: Once an acolyte's dissatisfaction with our ways has been ascertained, we allow them to leave to follow their own path. Vizsla has the unruly beaten down until they submit or die.
ZUL: Submit or die ... submit or die. (laughs bitterly) Death isn't always physical, Tachi. You don't know what happened to Pre, do you? You don't know what led him to break ties with the Coruscanti Order.
SIRI: I don't. Enlighten me.
ZUL: When he was a young man, he knew a non-Jedi. They fell in love and were married.
SIRI: Am I supposed to pity him? He knew the price for marrying outside the faith.
ZUL: Their relationship was discovered and his title was stripped from him. He was cast out.
SIRI: That changes nothing —
With lightning speed, Zul seizes Siri's throat in an ice-cold grip.
ZUL: (brings face close to Siri's) His wife was not yet cold in her grave when they excommunicated him. Instead of consoling him, instead of serving as deacons for the light side they claimed to represent, they forced him out, left him in the outer dark of his despair. And for what? For bearing love in his heart. (beat) Anyone who would choose to serve an order like that is no friend or ally of mine. If you wish assistance in your war, you'll find none from me. (beat) Now begone. Never show your face to me here again.
Releasing Siri's throat, the near-Human turns away from the Jedi and returns to kneeling before her idols. Siri, for her part, can only stand and stare at this woman of iron.
SIRI: I ...
ZUL: (closes eyes) Go.
SIRI: (resigned) Just one more thing.
ZUL: (flustered) What?
SIRI: (sighs) What the Council did to Vizsla was wrong, but does that make what Vizsla is doing here and now right?
The Jedi Knight turns and departs, leaving the Mandalorian Knight alone with her own conflicted thoughts and feelings.
INT. BUNKER 13/LEVEL 11/OBI-WAN, SIRI, & LWA'S QUARTERS/MAIN ROOM — EVENING
Lwa lies reclined across the sofa, a meditation sphere in her left hand. As she turns the crystal globe about in her fingers, she influences the fiercely blazing liquid within to take on several complex shapes. The H'nemthe continues concentrating on the sphere as Siri walks in, brow creased with frustration.
LWA: (forms crackling bonfire within sphere) You were chastised by the Meketrex.
SIRI: (sits down in chair opposite Lwa) She won't assist us. Vizsla's indoctrinated her too deeply.
LWA: (forms miniature replica of Mona Lisa within sphere) All have been indoctrinated. Zul has been indoctrinated; you have been indoctrinated; I have been indoctrinated. (beat) But even the most thorough indoctrination fails to permeate the entire psyche; a portion always remains free, unsullied, pure.
SIRI: Her psyche's been permeated thoroughly enough. She's refused to help us.
LWA: (forms Wayne Knight's grinning face within sphere) Yet she doesn't hinder you, either. Were her loyalties to the Mandalorian complete, she would have revealed the conspiracy to him upon leaving the nexus.
SIRI: Are you saying she will eventually come over to our side?
LWA: (tosses meditation sphere over shoulder) I say no such thing. Whatever she decides to do in this specific reality is unknown to me. What I do know is that between now and the day of the uprising, she will not stand in your way.
SIRI: "Your way". Why do you always speak as if you were watching these events unfold from the outside? (beat) Who are you, Lwa?
LWA: A slave of the prismatic Force.
INT. DELIVERER/BAIL'S CABIN
In the darkened interior of his cabin, Bail Organa lies asleep upon his bed.
BAIL: (asleep) A lot of blue hair. (laughs) What a freak!
The door slides open, casting bright light on Bail's face. Bolting upright awake, he immediately finds Vaness standing in the doorframe.
BAIL: (shields eyes from light) Dammit, Raia. Don't you ever think to buzz first?
CMDR. VANESS: We've got something, sir.
BAIL: (rises from bed) Got what?
CMDR. VANESS: A transmission, Bail. Come see for yourself.
Wasting no time, Bail follows after Vaness.
INT. DELIVERER/BRIDGE
Arriving on the bridge, Vaness and Bail stride over to the communications officer's station. Reaching the comm officer, Bail turns to regard the dark-skinned Human/Arkanian female.
BAIL: What've we got, Ororo?
LT. ORORO: A coded message, Captain. It appears to be Imperial.
BAIL: All the way out here? (beat) Have you decoded it yet?
LT. ORORO: Working on it, sir.
BAIL: Good job, Lieutenant. (turns to Vaness) I believe we've finally found our needle, Commander.
INT. DANIA VII — BUNKER 13/SUBLEVEL R/TRANSCEIVER ROOM — EVENING
Inside the transceiver room, Obi-Wan and two other inmates sit on duty.
SULLUSTAN: (cont'd) The Mathusians beat the PDRs again.
ORTOLAN: They should be in another league.
SULLUSTAN: (to Obi-Wan) Do you follow the ecometrics?
As the Jedi opens his mouth to answer, a bright red light begins flashing on the transceiver, indicating an incoming transmission.
SULLUSTAN: (surprised) The transceiver! We're receiving a message!
Without wasting a moment, the three move in on the machine. Reaching for a small keyboard, the Ortolan enters a command into the machine. In seconds the transmission comes through, instantly decoding into a typed message on a small screen.
ORTOLAN: It's a message from the Deliverer, an Imperial cruiser commanded by a Capt. Bail Organa.
OBI-WAN: (surprised) Did you say Bail Organa‽
ORTOLAN: Yes, I did. (turns to Obi-Wan) You know him?
OBI-WAN: (grins) All too well.
SULLUSTAN: Should we respond?
OBI-WAN: (incredulous) Yes! Of course!
INT. DELIVERER/BRIDGE
LT. ORORO: We're receiving another transmission.
Leaning over Ororo's shoulder, Bail reads the message as it's swiftly decoded.
BAIL: (dumbfounded) My Lord! Obi-Wan!
CMDR. VANESS: (frowns) Obi-Wan Kenobi?
BAIL: He's down there with the other captives, the slick trickster. (beat) It really is a small galaxy. (to Ororo) Move over, Lieutenant. I'll take over from here.
Moving from her station, Ororo steps aside to allow Bail to take her seat and start to work on another reply.
INT. DANIA VII — BUNKER 13/SUBLEVEL R/TRANSCEIVER ROOM — EVENING
As the communication with the Deliverer comes to an end, Obi-Wan leans back away from the screen, a slight smile appearing on his face.
OBI-WAN: Gentlemen, I’ve a good feeling about this.
INT. DELIVERER/BRIDGE
Rising from the comm officer's station, Bail turns to the helmsman.
BAIL: Warm up the navicomputer and enter in the coordinates transmitted to us. We're going to do a little recon before heading back to Imperial Space.
INT. DANIA VII — MESS HALL — DAY
Anakin, Obi-Wan, Siri, and Nashira all sit together in the mess hall, quietly going over the details of the conversation with the crew of the Deliverer from the night before over lunch.
SIRI: Once in-system, our friends will initiate an Alpha Strike against the dockyards. It will be a clean, instantaneous excision; not a ship will be left to their disposal.
OBI-WAN: Without their fleet, the Mandalorians will be unable to repel invasion. This world will fall into Imperial control within a matter of hours.
ANAKIN: They might have a planetary shield.
SIRI: (shakes head) The captain's intel gave no indication of a shield.
ANAKIN: How long's their trip back here going to take?
OBI-WAN: Depending on the factors involved, up to three weeks.
ANAKIN: There's one thing left I don't understand. For the past couple months, we've all been training to pool our energies together in the Force. If the Imperials are going to just swoop in and liberate us, what was the whole point?
OBI-WAN: Mandalorians guard their possessions and acquisitions quite jealously.
ANAKIN: And that means?
SIRI: The Mandalorians of the past were infamous for how poorly they accepted defeat. If there was a risk something they had would fall into enemy hands, they'd see it destroyed than lost to them. (beat) If the Death Watchmen stay true to form, they'll slaughter every sapient within these walls once it becomes apparent they can't win against Organa's forces.
ANAKIN: (horrified) Stars….
OBI-WAN: If we're to survive, we'll have to act in concert with Bail.
NASHIRA: What about Zul?
SIRI: What about Zul?
NASHIRA: We tell her all this?
SIRI: I wouldn't advise it.
NASHIRA: Why not?
SIRI: Lwa told me Zul wouldn't interfere with us before the revolt, but she also said she didn't know what Zul would do once the revolt took place. There's no telling how she'd react to this news; it could be the very thing that turns her against us.
NASHIRA: Or turns her to us.
SIRI: (sighs) If you want Zul party to this, I won't be the one to inform her. You'll have to tell her yourself.
NASHIRA: Why me?
SIRI: You're the only one of us she knows all that well and the only one she's displayed any affection for. If she takes the news well, it'll be because she heard it from your lips, not ours.
Perturbed by this revelation, Nashira turns her gaze downward to her lunch, which she begins to haphazardly stab with her fork.
EXT. CENTRAL TOWER/GARDEN — DAY
Zul walks through the well-maintained garden with Nashira by her side. Dressed in a beautiful ultramarine gown with her hair elaborately held up by silver mesh, the Meketrex looks positively stunning.
NASHIRA: I'm glad you could see me, Zul.
ZUL: (smiles down at Nashira) I've always got time for you, Nahira.
As they approach a cyan-and-aquamarine mottled tree-like plant with huge pods, Zul comes to a stop, regarding it reverently.
ZUL: This is a plant from my homeworld, the inz lortho. Knowing how homesick I've been, Pre had it brought here so that I'd feel closer to home.
NASHIRA: (smiles) It's beautiful.
ZUL: The inz lortho is a most unusual plant. It’s evolved so that it can only be fertilized by the uul.
NASHIRA: What's an uul?
ZUL: An uul is a large, flying insect. The poison it secretes is fatally toxic to most species, but to the inz lortho it is the seed of life itself. Without it, the plants cannot reproduce and release its spores. Without the uul, the inz lortho would die out.
NASHIRA: How does the uul ... y'know ... fertilize the plant?
ZUL: It stabs into the inz lortho with its stinger, again and again, until all its poison has been emptied into the plant. (beat) From the violence of the uul comes the beauty of the inz lortho, and the beauty is worth the violence. (faces Nashira) What was it you wanted to talk with me about?
NASHIRA: We got a reply.
ZUL: (stoney) A reply?
NASHIRA: An Imperial Star Defender picked up the transmission. A fleet should be here inside three weeks, give-or-take.
ZUL: I see….
NASHIRA: Zul, I wanted to tell you 'cause I wanted you to be ready when they got here.
ZUL: Of course….
NASHIRA: (takes Zul's hand) Zul ...
Zul looks down at the Human girl.
NASHIRA: (cont'd) I want you to help us. Fight with us, please.
Smiling sadly, Zul puts her hand on Nashira's cheek.
ZUL: I can't, Nashira. I'm a Mandalorian now; Pre's my master. I can't betray him after all he's done for me.
NASHIRA: Zul, please….
ZUL: (removes hand) I'm sorry.
NASHIRA: (crying) Zul, you told me you were homesick. Well, I'm homesick, too. I miss my friends; I miss my family. I want to see my mom and dad again! I want to go home!
Sobbing, Nashira grabs the fabric of Zul's gown and weeps into it. Unable to tolerate the young girl's horrible crying, Zul immediately gets down on one knee and hugs the trembling child to her.
INT. CENTRAL TOWER/PRE VIZSLA'S WONDER ROOM — SUNSET
Later that day, Zul stands within the room dedicated to showcasing the various trophies and antiques Vizsla has collected over the years. Various bladed weapons — Jedi katanas, Sith warblades, lanvaroks, and miscellaneous axes, daggers, and polearms — line the north wall; three suits of armour — a suit of corroded Bendu armour from the time of the Hundred-Year Darkness, a suit of bulky Mandalorian armour from the Great Sith War, and a suit of jet black New Sith armour from the New Sith Wars — stand side-by-side against the east wall; a tall shelf loaded with ancient books, scrolls, and outmoded data plaques stands against the west wall; and heads and other appendages from miscellaneous species — sapient and non-sapient alike — sit mounted upon the south wall. Within the direct centre of the room, situated directly beneath Zul's gaze, is a glass display case containing over a dozen lightsabers.
PRE VIZSLA: (O.C.) I didn't expect to find you in here.
ZUL: Did you collect all these lightsabers yourself?
Vizsla strides up behind Zul and peers down over her shoulder at the Jedi weapons.
PRE VIZSLA: They were all taken from adversaries I've defeated over the years.
ZUL: Do you remember who owned each weapon?
PRE VIZSLA: Yes. (points to a long-handle lightsaber) That one belonged to an ex-Jedi Wookiee. (points to a lightsaber with a carved wooden hilt) That one belonged to an Ithorian priest. (points to a black-and-chrome saberstaff) That one belonged to a spice addict who didn't even know how to wield it properly. I don't know where she got it from. (points to a familiar hilt) And that one's a recent addition. It belonged to the ronin Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi. The one above it belonged to his friend, Siri Tachi.
ZUL: Why do you collect them?
PRE VIZSLA: As a reminder that all those beings, with their vaunted plasma swords, couldn't defeat a single warrior with the Force as his ally.
ZUL: (turns to Vizsla) You have something to tell me, don't you? I can sense it. What is it?
PRE VIZSLA: The time has come to make another raid. I'll be leaving in three weeks for Ryloth. I'm putting you in charge until I return.
ZUL: (frowns) Me?
PRE VIZSLA: You.
ZUL: Surely there's someone else, someone with more experience.
PRE VIZSLA: (rests hands on her shoulders) There's no one else I can choose. You are my closest confidante. You know me more than anyone else on this planet knows me. You will know how to run things in my absence.
ZUL: Pre ...
PRE VIZSLA: I won't be long gone — a week at most. You needn't worry; I trust you.
Taking his hands away, the Jedi-turned-Mandalorian turns and leaves. Once he is out the door, Zul turns her attention back to the display case. She rests the tips of her fingers on the glass directly over Obi-Wan's lightsaber.
INT. BUNKER 13/LEVEL 11/OBI-WAN, SIRI, & LWA'S QUARTERS/MAIN ROOM — EVENING
As a loud BUZZ sounds from the front door, Siri rises from her sleep. Groaning with grogginess, she pushes up from the sofa and saunters over to the door. Pressing a button, she opens it. Standing there, the concealing hood of a voluminous cloak pulled over her head, is Zul.
SIRI: (sobers instantly) What are you doing here?
Reaching into her cloak, Zul pulls out the two lightsabers belonging to Siri and Obi-Wan.
ZUL: I replaced them with replicas so they won't be missed. (holds lightsabers out) Take them.
SIRI: Zul, I —
ZUL: (irate) Take them before I change my mind!
Wasting no more time on idle chatter, Siri takes the two lightsabers.
SIRI: Thank you.
ZUL: I don't want your thanks.
Readjusting her hood to make certain it is still in place, the Meketrex ex-priestess turns and leaves.
After years of construction, the transceiver is almost finished. All that remains left to do is the installation of a vital transistor.
Hefting up the large transistor, Orowi flies over to Siri and Anakin and hands it over to them. Taking the component, the two Jedi slide their upper bodies in through an open cavity into the guts of the machine and, securing the transistor in its alcove, begin soldering the proper connections in place. Once that is done, they move out and place a panel over the open cavity, bolting it shut.
ANAKIN: We're done.
The small crowd of workers gathered around the machine give each other a short, subdued round of applause.
OROWI: Once we calibrate the transceiver, we can begin broadcasting immediately.
SIRI: We're all clear on what we're broadcasting and how we're broadcasting it?
OROWI: (nods) The transmission will be a string of carefully coded pulses — not visual or aural messages — so that if the Mandalorians intercept it, they won't automatically recognize it for what it is and assume it's naturally occurring background radiation. Along with the general information of our situation and location, the transmission itself also contains instructions to respond only in kind so that the Mandies will believe the transmissions of our benefactors are also natural and ignore them.
SIRI: (nods) Good.
Together, the two Jedi leave the transceiver room for the dirty, cluttered corridors beyond.
INT. BUNKER 13/SUBLEVEL R/CORRIDOR — EVENING
ANAKIN: How long do you think it'll be before someone picks up our transmission?
SIRI: It may never be picked up, or ignored as natural phenomena.
ANAKIN: But you said the transmission would be coded in a recognizable Imperial format.
SIRI: Which only helps us if an Imperial ship happens to pass this way. Without knowing where in the Galaxy we are, we have no way of knowing the likelihood of that possibility.
ANAKIN: Lwa's certain it'll happen soon.
Siri just shrugs.
ANAKIN: What's the next course of action?
SIRI: It's about time Obi-Wan and I got our lightsabers back, don't you think?
INT. CENTRAL TOWER/PENTHOUSE/SHRINE — EVENING
Zul kneels before a series of idols carved to represent the Meketrex gods, her hands clasped together around her crystal medallion and her eyes shut tight as she prays in silence.
SIRI: (O.C.) Zul.
Hearing the Jedi Knight's voice, the former priestess opens her eyes.
ZUL: What are you doing here?
SIRI: (O.C.) We need to speak.
Rising to her feet, Zul turns to acknowledge her visitor. Seeing the Jedi, her eyes narrow.
SIRI: (notices Zul's bulging abdomen) I didn't know you were pregnant. (beat) Is Vizsla the father?
ZUL: I didn't invite you here, Tachi.
SIRI: I'm sorry. I'll try to be as brief as I can so you can return to your prayers.
ZUL: Tell me what it is you want.
SIRI: I want you to retrieve the lightsabers taken from me and Obi-Wan.
ZUL: Your lightsabers? (approaches Siri) Why in the worlds would I do that, Jedi?
SIRI: You know why; Lwa showed us both. We must be ready for the uprising.
ZUL: There will be no uprising.
SIRI: We can't know that.
ZUL: Even if your toy succeeds in drawing your allies to this planet, neither you nor they will succeed against us.
SIRI: (frustrated) Do you even hear yourself? We share the same enemy!
ZUL: Your enemy is not my enemy. Your enemy is my master and I will not betray him.
SIRI: (angry) What loyalty do you owe him? He kidnapped you — forced you to fight for a cause which wasn't yours!
ZUL: (angry) That may have been true, but only at the beginning. Pre has opened my eyes. Through his kindness, through his love, he has shown me the truth of the Mandalorian way.
SIRI: (incredulous) Kindness‽ Love‽ Are you even aware of what he has done‽ Thousands have been massacred in the raids he orchestrated, all whom he could have spared. Where was his love and kindness then‽
ZUL: (averts gaze) It was unfortunate, but necessary. Sometimes the few must be sacrificed for the sake of the many.
SIRI: You've been brainwashed and you can't even recognize it.
Nostrils flaring with anger, Zul turns her gaze back on the Jedi.
ZUL: (sneers) Sanctimonious hypocrite. You are one to point fingers. (beat) I know who you are, Siri Tachi, knight of the Coruscanti Order. You belong to the same Jedi sect Pre once belonged to — a sect of baby snatchers who mold those they kidnap into unquestioning enforcers of the emperor's will.
SIRI: Once an acolyte's dissatisfaction with our ways has been ascertained, we allow them to leave to follow their own path. Vizsla has the unruly beaten down until they submit or die.
ZUL: Submit or die ... submit or die. (laughs bitterly) Death isn't always physical, Tachi. You don't know what happened to Pre, do you? You don't know what led him to break ties with the Coruscanti Order.
SIRI: I don't. Enlighten me.
ZUL: When he was a young man, he knew a non-Jedi. They fell in love and were married.
SIRI: Am I supposed to pity him? He knew the price for marrying outside the faith.
ZUL: Their relationship was discovered and his title was stripped from him. He was cast out.
SIRI: That changes nothing —
With lightning speed, Zul seizes Siri's throat in an ice-cold grip.
ZUL: (brings face close to Siri's) His wife was not yet cold in her grave when they excommunicated him. Instead of consoling him, instead of serving as deacons for the light side they claimed to represent, they forced him out, left him in the outer dark of his despair. And for what? For bearing love in his heart. (beat) Anyone who would choose to serve an order like that is no friend or ally of mine. If you wish assistance in your war, you'll find none from me. (beat) Now begone. Never show your face to me here again.
Releasing Siri's throat, the near-Human turns away from the Jedi and returns to kneeling before her idols. Siri, for her part, can only stand and stare at this woman of iron.
SIRI: I ...
ZUL: (closes eyes) Go.
SIRI: (resigned) Just one more thing.
ZUL: (flustered) What?
SIRI: (sighs) What the Council did to Vizsla was wrong, but does that make what Vizsla is doing here and now right?
The Jedi Knight turns and departs, leaving the Mandalorian Knight alone with her own conflicted thoughts and feelings.
INT. BUNKER 13/LEVEL 11/OBI-WAN, SIRI, & LWA'S QUARTERS/MAIN ROOM — EVENING
Lwa lies reclined across the sofa, a meditation sphere in her left hand. As she turns the crystal globe about in her fingers, she influences the fiercely blazing liquid within to take on several complex shapes. The H'nemthe continues concentrating on the sphere as Siri walks in, brow creased with frustration.
LWA: (forms crackling bonfire within sphere) You were chastised by the Meketrex.
SIRI: (sits down in chair opposite Lwa) She won't assist us. Vizsla's indoctrinated her too deeply.
LWA: (forms miniature replica of Mona Lisa within sphere) All have been indoctrinated. Zul has been indoctrinated; you have been indoctrinated; I have been indoctrinated. (beat) But even the most thorough indoctrination fails to permeate the entire psyche; a portion always remains free, unsullied, pure.
SIRI: Her psyche's been permeated thoroughly enough. She's refused to help us.
LWA: (forms Wayne Knight's grinning face within sphere) Yet she doesn't hinder you, either. Were her loyalties to the Mandalorian complete, she would have revealed the conspiracy to him upon leaving the nexus.
SIRI: Are you saying she will eventually come over to our side?
LWA: (tosses meditation sphere over shoulder) I say no such thing. Whatever she decides to do in this specific reality is unknown to me. What I do know is that between now and the day of the uprising, she will not stand in your way.
SIRI: "Your way". Why do you always speak as if you were watching these events unfold from the outside? (beat) Who are you, Lwa?
LWA: A slave of the prismatic Force.
INT. DELIVERER/BAIL'S CABIN
In the darkened interior of his cabin, Bail Organa lies asleep upon his bed.
BAIL: (asleep) A lot of blue hair. (laughs) What a freak!
The door slides open, casting bright light on Bail's face. Bolting upright awake, he immediately finds Vaness standing in the doorframe.
BAIL: (shields eyes from light) Dammit, Raia. Don't you ever think to buzz first?
CMDR. VANESS: We've got something, sir.
BAIL: (rises from bed) Got what?
CMDR. VANESS: A transmission, Bail. Come see for yourself.
Wasting no time, Bail follows after Vaness.
INT. DELIVERER/BRIDGE
Arriving on the bridge, Vaness and Bail stride over to the communications officer's station. Reaching the comm officer, Bail turns to regard the dark-skinned Human/Arkanian female.
BAIL: What've we got, Ororo?
LT. ORORO: A coded message, Captain. It appears to be Imperial.
BAIL: All the way out here? (beat) Have you decoded it yet?
LT. ORORO: Working on it, sir.
BAIL: Good job, Lieutenant. (turns to Vaness) I believe we've finally found our needle, Commander.
INT. DANIA VII — BUNKER 13/SUBLEVEL R/TRANSCEIVER ROOM — EVENING
Inside the transceiver room, Obi-Wan and two other inmates sit on duty.
SULLUSTAN: (cont'd) The Mathusians beat the PDRs again.
ORTOLAN: They should be in another league.
SULLUSTAN: (to Obi-Wan) Do you follow the ecometrics?
As the Jedi opens his mouth to answer, a bright red light begins flashing on the transceiver, indicating an incoming transmission.
SULLUSTAN: (surprised) The transceiver! We're receiving a message!
Without wasting a moment, the three move in on the machine. Reaching for a small keyboard, the Ortolan enters a command into the machine. In seconds the transmission comes through, instantly decoding into a typed message on a small screen.
ORTOLAN: It's a message from the Deliverer, an Imperial cruiser commanded by a Capt. Bail Organa.
OBI-WAN: (surprised) Did you say Bail Organa‽
ORTOLAN: Yes, I did. (turns to Obi-Wan) You know him?
OBI-WAN: (grins) All too well.
SULLUSTAN: Should we respond?
OBI-WAN: (incredulous) Yes! Of course!
INT. DELIVERER/BRIDGE
LT. ORORO: We're receiving another transmission.
Leaning over Ororo's shoulder, Bail reads the message as it's swiftly decoded.
BAIL: (dumbfounded) My Lord! Obi-Wan!
CMDR. VANESS: (frowns) Obi-Wan Kenobi?
BAIL: He's down there with the other captives, the slick trickster. (beat) It really is a small galaxy. (to Ororo) Move over, Lieutenant. I'll take over from here.
Moving from her station, Ororo steps aside to allow Bail to take her seat and start to work on another reply.
INT. DANIA VII — BUNKER 13/SUBLEVEL R/TRANSCEIVER ROOM — EVENING
As the communication with the Deliverer comes to an end, Obi-Wan leans back away from the screen, a slight smile appearing on his face.
OBI-WAN: Gentlemen, I’ve a good feeling about this.
INT. DELIVERER/BRIDGE
Rising from the comm officer's station, Bail turns to the helmsman.
BAIL: Warm up the navicomputer and enter in the coordinates transmitted to us. We're going to do a little recon before heading back to Imperial Space.
INT. DANIA VII — MESS HALL — DAY
Anakin, Obi-Wan, Siri, and Nashira all sit together in the mess hall, quietly going over the details of the conversation with the crew of the Deliverer from the night before over lunch.
SIRI: Once in-system, our friends will initiate an Alpha Strike against the dockyards. It will be a clean, instantaneous excision; not a ship will be left to their disposal.
OBI-WAN: Without their fleet, the Mandalorians will be unable to repel invasion. This world will fall into Imperial control within a matter of hours.
ANAKIN: They might have a planetary shield.
SIRI: (shakes head) The captain's intel gave no indication of a shield.
ANAKIN: How long's their trip back here going to take?
OBI-WAN: Depending on the factors involved, up to three weeks.
ANAKIN: There's one thing left I don't understand. For the past couple months, we've all been training to pool our energies together in the Force. If the Imperials are going to just swoop in and liberate us, what was the whole point?
OBI-WAN: Mandalorians guard their possessions and acquisitions quite jealously.
ANAKIN: And that means?
SIRI: The Mandalorians of the past were infamous for how poorly they accepted defeat. If there was a risk something they had would fall into enemy hands, they'd see it destroyed than lost to them. (beat) If the Death Watchmen stay true to form, they'll slaughter every sapient within these walls once it becomes apparent they can't win against Organa's forces.
ANAKIN: (horrified) Stars….
OBI-WAN: If we're to survive, we'll have to act in concert with Bail.
NASHIRA: What about Zul?
SIRI: What about Zul?
NASHIRA: We tell her all this?
SIRI: I wouldn't advise it.
NASHIRA: Why not?
SIRI: Lwa told me Zul wouldn't interfere with us before the revolt, but she also said she didn't know what Zul would do once the revolt took place. There's no telling how she'd react to this news; it could be the very thing that turns her against us.
NASHIRA: Or turns her to us.
SIRI: (sighs) If you want Zul party to this, I won't be the one to inform her. You'll have to tell her yourself.
NASHIRA: Why me?
SIRI: You're the only one of us she knows all that well and the only one she's displayed any affection for. If she takes the news well, it'll be because she heard it from your lips, not ours.
Perturbed by this revelation, Nashira turns her gaze downward to her lunch, which she begins to haphazardly stab with her fork.
EXT. CENTRAL TOWER/GARDEN — DAY
Zul walks through the well-maintained garden with Nashira by her side. Dressed in a beautiful ultramarine gown with her hair elaborately held up by silver mesh, the Meketrex looks positively stunning.
NASHIRA: I'm glad you could see me, Zul.
ZUL: (smiles down at Nashira) I've always got time for you, Nahira.
As they approach a cyan-and-aquamarine mottled tree-like plant with huge pods, Zul comes to a stop, regarding it reverently.
ZUL: This is a plant from my homeworld, the inz lortho. Knowing how homesick I've been, Pre had it brought here so that I'd feel closer to home.
NASHIRA: (smiles) It's beautiful.
ZUL: The inz lortho is a most unusual plant. It’s evolved so that it can only be fertilized by the uul.
NASHIRA: What's an uul?
ZUL: An uul is a large, flying insect. The poison it secretes is fatally toxic to most species, but to the inz lortho it is the seed of life itself. Without it, the plants cannot reproduce and release its spores. Without the uul, the inz lortho would die out.
NASHIRA: How does the uul ... y'know ... fertilize the plant?
ZUL: It stabs into the inz lortho with its stinger, again and again, until all its poison has been emptied into the plant. (beat) From the violence of the uul comes the beauty of the inz lortho, and the beauty is worth the violence. (faces Nashira) What was it you wanted to talk with me about?
NASHIRA: We got a reply.
ZUL: (stoney) A reply?
NASHIRA: An Imperial Star Defender picked up the transmission. A fleet should be here inside three weeks, give-or-take.
ZUL: I see….
NASHIRA: Zul, I wanted to tell you 'cause I wanted you to be ready when they got here.
ZUL: Of course….
NASHIRA: (takes Zul's hand) Zul ...
Zul looks down at the Human girl.
NASHIRA: (cont'd) I want you to help us. Fight with us, please.
Smiling sadly, Zul puts her hand on Nashira's cheek.
ZUL: I can't, Nashira. I'm a Mandalorian now; Pre's my master. I can't betray him after all he's done for me.
NASHIRA: Zul, please….
ZUL: (removes hand) I'm sorry.
NASHIRA: (crying) Zul, you told me you were homesick. Well, I'm homesick, too. I miss my friends; I miss my family. I want to see my mom and dad again! I want to go home!
Sobbing, Nashira grabs the fabric of Zul's gown and weeps into it. Unable to tolerate the young girl's horrible crying, Zul immediately gets down on one knee and hugs the trembling child to her.
INT. CENTRAL TOWER/PRE VIZSLA'S WONDER ROOM — SUNSET
Later that day, Zul stands within the room dedicated to showcasing the various trophies and antiques Vizsla has collected over the years. Various bladed weapons — Jedi katanas, Sith warblades, lanvaroks, and miscellaneous axes, daggers, and polearms — line the north wall; three suits of armour — a suit of corroded Bendu armour from the time of the Hundred-Year Darkness, a suit of bulky Mandalorian armour from the Great Sith War, and a suit of jet black New Sith armour from the New Sith Wars — stand side-by-side against the east wall; a tall shelf loaded with ancient books, scrolls, and outmoded data plaques stands against the west wall; and heads and other appendages from miscellaneous species — sapient and non-sapient alike — sit mounted upon the south wall. Within the direct centre of the room, situated directly beneath Zul's gaze, is a glass display case containing over a dozen lightsabers.
PRE VIZSLA: (O.C.) I didn't expect to find you in here.
ZUL: Did you collect all these lightsabers yourself?
Vizsla strides up behind Zul and peers down over her shoulder at the Jedi weapons.
PRE VIZSLA: They were all taken from adversaries I've defeated over the years.
ZUL: Do you remember who owned each weapon?
PRE VIZSLA: Yes. (points to a long-handle lightsaber) That one belonged to an ex-Jedi Wookiee. (points to a lightsaber with a carved wooden hilt) That one belonged to an Ithorian priest. (points to a black-and-chrome saberstaff) That one belonged to a spice addict who didn't even know how to wield it properly. I don't know where she got it from. (points to a familiar hilt) And that one's a recent addition. It belonged to the ronin Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi. The one above it belonged to his friend, Siri Tachi.
ZUL: Why do you collect them?
PRE VIZSLA: As a reminder that all those beings, with their vaunted plasma swords, couldn't defeat a single warrior with the Force as his ally.
ZUL: (turns to Vizsla) You have something to tell me, don't you? I can sense it. What is it?
PRE VIZSLA: The time has come to make another raid. I'll be leaving in three weeks for Ryloth. I'm putting you in charge until I return.
ZUL: (frowns) Me?
PRE VIZSLA: You.
ZUL: Surely there's someone else, someone with more experience.
PRE VIZSLA: (rests hands on her shoulders) There's no one else I can choose. You are my closest confidante. You know me more than anyone else on this planet knows me. You will know how to run things in my absence.
ZUL: Pre ...
PRE VIZSLA: I won't be long gone — a week at most. You needn't worry; I trust you.
Taking his hands away, the Jedi-turned-Mandalorian turns and leaves. Once he is out the door, Zul turns her attention back to the display case. She rests the tips of her fingers on the glass directly over Obi-Wan's lightsaber.
INT. BUNKER 13/LEVEL 11/OBI-WAN, SIRI, & LWA'S QUARTERS/MAIN ROOM — EVENING
As a loud BUZZ sounds from the front door, Siri rises from her sleep. Groaning with grogginess, she pushes up from the sofa and saunters over to the door. Pressing a button, she opens it. Standing there, the concealing hood of a voluminous cloak pulled over her head, is Zul.
SIRI: (sobers instantly) What are you doing here?
Reaching into her cloak, Zul pulls out the two lightsabers belonging to Siri and Obi-Wan.
ZUL: I replaced them with replicas so they won't be missed. (holds lightsabers out) Take them.
SIRI: Zul, I —
ZUL: (irate) Take them before I change my mind!
Wasting no more time on idle chatter, Siri takes the two lightsabers.
SIRI: Thank you.
ZUL: I don't want your thanks.
Readjusting her hood to make certain it is still in place, the Meketrex ex-priestess turns and leaves.