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lost forever...

A tiny silver space craft races from behind one of the
lifeless Utapau moons. The small rebel spacefighter is
being chased by four giant Imperial stardestroyers. Hun-
dreds of deadly laser bolts streak from the Imperial
warships as they dive on the smaller craft.

Every few moments, the little rebel ship returns the fire,
until one of the Imperial battlewagons explodes, causing
it to fall out of formation. The three remaining star-
destroyers continue the pursuit.

2. INT. REBEL SPACEFIGHTER - LASER GUN TURRET

The two elaborate laser gun turrets belch a smoky exhaust
as the gun crews, wearing heat-protective suits, gogglss
and breath masks, cheer and congratulate each other on the
direct hit. The gunnery CHIEF finishes speaking into his
helmet "com-link", and yells to the crew.

CHIEF
I don't know what you boys are
so cheery about; there are still
three more out there.

The crews snap-to, and turn back to their giant guns. Sev-
eral stubby, three-legged ROBOTS scurry to and fro, bring-
ing equipment, and repairing damage to sections of the
turrets.

3. INT. REBEL SPACEFIGHTER - MAIN PASSAGEWAY

The chaos of battle echoes through the narrow, main passage-
way of the starfighter. An explosion rocks the ship, and
two construction robots, ARTOO DETOO (R2-D2) and SEE THREEPIO
(C-3PO) struggle to make their way through the shaking,
bouncing passageway. Both robots are old and battered.
Artoo is a short (36 inches), claw-armed, tri-ped. His face
is a mass of computer lights, surrounding a radar eye.
Threepio, on the other hand, is a tall, slender robot of
human prooortions. He has a gleaming bronze-like metallic
surface of an "Art Deco" design.

THREEPIO
Artoo, my friend, this is madness!
If this keeps up, we're going to
be destroyed. I'm afraid I'm still
not accustomed to space travel...
What are we to do?