From: "Damien Hailey" <samas_1@hotmail.com>
To: Pokefanfic@onelist.com
Subject: [pokefanfic] Poke` Wars Part 6
Date: Sun, 23 May 1999 14:33:08 PDT

From: "Damien Hailey" <samas_1@hotmail.com>


Poke'Wars

Episode IV: A New Hope

Star Wars created by George Lucas.  Owned by 20th Century Fox.
Pokemon created by Game Freak.  Owned by Nintendo.

This fanfic will be about as violent as the original Star Wars Trilogy, of
course.  So people, and maybe some Pokemon will die.  You have been warned.


                            ----------------------
INTERIOR: MAIN HANGAR DECK -- BROCK'S SHIP.

 Brock, Misty, and Lt. Surge meet under a huge space fighter.

Misty: What's wrong?

Brock: Oh, it's Ash! I don't know, I really thought he'd change his
mind.

Misty: He's got to follow his own path. No one can choose it for him.

Brock: I only wish Oak were here.

  Misty gives Brock a little kiss, turns, and goes off. As Brock heads for
his ship, another pilot rushes up to him and grabs his arm.

BIGGS: Brock! I don't believe it! How'd you get here...are you going
out with us?!

Brock: Biggs! Of course, I'll be up there with you! Listen, have I got
some stories to tell...

  Kas Leader, a rugged handsome man in his forties, comes up behind Brock
and Biggs. He has the confident smile of a born leader.

KAS LEADER: Are you...Brock Stonewalker? Have you been checked out on the
Zapdos T-sixty-five?

BIGGS: Sir, Brock is the best bushpilot in the outer rim territories.

  Kas Leader pats Brock on the back as they stop in front of his fighter.

KAS LEADER: I met your father once when I was just a boy, he was a
great pilot. You'll do all right. If you've got half of your father's
skill, you'll do better than all right.

Brock: Thank you, sir. I'll try.

 Kas Leader hurries to his own ship.

BIGGS: I've got to get aboard. Listen, you'll tell me your stories
when we come back. All right?

Brock: I told you I'd make it someday, Biggs.

BIGGS: (going off) You did, all right. It's going to be like old
times, Brock. We're a couple of shooting stars that'll never be
stopped!

  Brock laughs and shakes his head in agreement. He heads for
his ship.
  As Brock begins to climb up the ladder into his sleek,
deadly spaceship, the crew chief, who is working on the craft,
points to little Vul-2, who is being hoisted into a socket on
the back of the fighter.

CHIEF: You sure you want a Fire-type droid of your fighter?  Electric types
have a much better interface with Z-wings.

Brock: Not on your life! That little droid and I have been through a
lot together. (to Vul-2) You okay, Vul-2?

 The crewmen lower Vul-2-Detoo into the craft. Now a part of the exterior
shell of the starship, the little droid beeps that he is fine.
  Brock climbs up into the cockpit of his fighter and puts on his helmet.
Togepio looks on from the floor of the massive hangar as the crewmen secure
his little electronic partner into Brock's Z-wing. It's an emotional-filled
moment as Vul-2 beeps good-bye.

CHIEF: Okay, easy she goes!

TOGEPIO: Hang on tight,Vul-2, you've got to come back.

 Vul-2 beeps in agreement.

TOGEPIO: You wouldn't want my life to get boring, would you?

 Vul-2 whistles his reply.
 All final preparations are made for the approaching battle. The hangar is
buzzing with the last minute activity as the pilots and crewmen alike make
their final adjustments. The hum of activity is occasionally trespassed by
the distorted voice of the loudspeaker issuing commands. Coupling hoses are
disconnected from the ships as they are fueled. Cockpit shields roll
smoothly into place over each pilot. A signalman,
holding red guiding lights, directs the ships. Brock, a trace of a smile
gracing his lips, peers about through his goggles.

OAK'S VOICE: Brock, the Force will be with you.

  Brock is confused at the voice and taps his headphones.

EXTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST -- JUNGLE.

 All that can be seen of the fortress is a lone guard standing on a small
pedestal jutting out above the dense jungle. The muted gruesome crying
sounds that naturally permeate this eerie purgatory are overwhelmed by the
thundering din of ion rockets as four golden starships catapult from the
foliage in a tight formation and disappears into the morning cloud cover.

INTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST -- WAR ROOM.

 The princess, Togepio, and a field commander sit quietly before the giant
display showing the planet Vermillion and its four moons. The red dot that
represents the DeathOrb moves ever closer to the system. A series of green
dots appear around the fourth moon. A din of indistinct chatter fills the
war room.

MASSASSI INTERCOM VOICE: Stand-by alert. DeathOrb approaching.
Estimated time to firing range, fifteen minutes.

EXTERIOR: SPACE.

  The DeathOrb slowly moves behind the massive yellow surface of 
Vermillion
in the foreground, as many Z-wing fighters flying in formation zoom toward
us and out of the frame.

EXTERIOR: SPACE -- ANOTHER ANGLE.

 Light from a distant sun creates an eerie atmospheric glow around a huge
planet, Vermillion. Rebel fighters flying in formation settle ominously in
the foreground and very slowly pull away.

INTERIOR: KAS LEADER STARSHIP -- COCKPIT.

  Kas Leader lowers his visor and adjusts his gun sights, looking to each
side at his wing men.

KAS LEADER: All wings report in.

INTERIOR: ANOTHER COCKPIT.

  One of the Rebel fighters checks in through his mike.

KAS TEN: Kas Ten standing by.

INTERIOR: BIGGS' COCKPIT.

  Biggs checks his fighter's controls, alert and ready for combat.

KAS SEVEN: (over Biggs' headset) Kas Seven standing by.

BIGGS: Kas Three standing by.

INTERIOR: PORKINS' COCKPIT.

PORKINS: Kas Six standing by.

KAS NINE: (over headset) Kas Nine standing by.

INTERIOR: SABRINA'S FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.

Sabrina: Kas Two standing by.

INTERIOR: BROCK'S Z-wing FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.

KAS ELEVEN: (over headset) Kas Eleven standing by.

Brock: Kas Five standing by.

EXTERIOR: BROCK'S Z-wing FIGHTER

 Vul-2-Detoo, in position outside of the fighter, turns his head from side
to side and makes beeping sounds.

INTERIOR: KAS LEADER'S FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.

KAS LEADER: Lock wing-foils in attack position.

EXTERIOR: SPACE.

  The group of Z-wing fighters move in formation toward the DeathOrb,
unfolding the wings and locking them into attack position.

INTERIOR: BIGGS' COCKPIT

READ LEADER: (over headset) We're passing through their magnetic
field.

INTERIOR: KAS LEADER'S COCKPIT.

KAS LEADER: Hold tight!

INTERIOR: BROCK'S Z-wing FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.

  Brock adjusts his controls as he concentrates on the approaching
DeathOrb. The ship begins to be buffeted slightly.

KAS LEADER: (over headset) Switch your deflectors on.

INTERIOR: ANOTHER COCKPIT.

KAS LEADER: (over headset) Double front!

EXTERIOR: SPACE.

  The fighters move in formation. The DeathOrb now appears to be a small
moon growing rapidly in size as the Rebel fighters approach.  Complex
patterns on the metallic surface begin to become visible. The huge eyes of
the station seem to glare at the oncoming fighters.

INTERIOR: SABRINA'S COCKPIT.

  Sabrina is amazed and slightly frightened at the awesome spectacle,
though she seems outwardly calm.

Sabrina: Look at the size of that thing!

KAS LEADER: (over headset) Cut the chatter, Kas Two.

INTERIOR: KAS LEADER'S COCKPIT.

KAS LEADER: Accelerate to attack speed. This is it, boys!

EXTERIOR: SPACE.

  As the fighters move closer to the DeathOrb, the awesome size of the
gargantuan Rocket fortress is revealed. Half of the deadly space station is
in shadow and this area sparkles with thousands of small lights running in
thin lines and occasionally grouped in large clusters; somewhat like a city
at night as seen from a weather satellite.

INTERIOR: YAS LEADER'S COCKPIT.

YAS LEADER: Kas Leader, this is Yas Leader.

KAS LEADER: (over headset) I copy, Yas Leader.

YAS LEADER: We're starting for the target shaft now.

INTERIOR: KAS LEADER'S COCKPIT.

 Kas Leader looks around at his wingmen; the DeathOrb looming in from
behind. Two M-wing fighters bob back and forth in the background. He moves
his computer targeting device into position.

KAS LEADER: We're in position. I'm going to cut across the axis and
try and draw their fire.

EXTERIOR: SPACE.

  Two squads of Rebel fighters peel off. The Z-wings dive towards the
DeathOrb surface. A thousand lights glow across the expanse of the huge
station.

INTERIOR: DEATHORB.

  Alarm sirens scream as soldiers scramble to large turbo-powered thunder
gun emplacements. Electronic drivers rotate the huge guns into position as
crew adjust their targeting devices.

EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATHORB.

 Laserbolts streak through the star-filled night. The Rebel Z-wing 
fighters
move in toward the Rocket base, as the DeathOrb aims its massive guns at 
the
Rebel forces and fires.

INTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST -- WAR ROOM.

  Princess Misty listens to the battle over the intercom.
Togepio is at her side.

Sabrina: (over war room speaker system) Heavy fire, Kas Leader!
Twenty-degrees.

KAS LEADER: (over speaker) I see it. Stay low.

EXTERIOR: SPACE.

 A Z-wing zooms across the surface of the DeathOrb.

INTERIOR: DEATHORB.

  Technical crews scurry here and there loading last-minute armaments and
unlocking power cables.

INTERIOR: SABRINA'S COCKPIT.

  Sabrina maneuvers her fighter toward the menacing DeathOrb.

EXTERIOR: SPACE.

 Z-wings continue in their attack course on the DeathOrb.

INTERIOR: BROCK'S Z-wing FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.

 Brock nosedives radically, starting his attack on the monstrous fortress.
The DeathOrb surface streaks past the cockpit window.

Brock: This is Kas Five; I'm going in!

EXTERIOR: SPACE.

 Brock's Z-wing races toward the DeathOrb. Laserbolts streak from Brock's
weapons, creating a huge fireball explosion on the dim surface.

INTERIOR: BROCK'S Z-wing FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.

  Terror crosses Brock's face as he realizes he won't be able to pull out
in time to avoid the fireball.

BIGGS: (over headset) Brock, pull up!

EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF DEATHORB.

  Brock's ship emerges from the fireball, with the leading edges of his
wings slightly scorched.

INTERIOR: BIGGS' COCKPIT.

BIGGS: Are you all right?

INTERIOR: BROCK'S Z-wing FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.

  Brock adjusts his controls and breathes a sigh of relief. Flak bursts
outside the cockpit window.

Brock: I got a little cooked, but I'm okay.

EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATHORB.

The rebel fighters continue to strafe the surface of the battle station.
Sabrina begins to find herself boxed in by Thunderlaser fire.

INTERIOR: SABRINA'S Z-WING FIGHTER -- COCKPIT

Sabrina frowns and sends a telepathic signal to her fighter's Poke-droid,
Abra.

EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATHORB.

Abra nods, and a telekinetic shield pops up around the Z-wing, deflecting
the enemy fire.  Sabrina's fighter quickly silences the guns harassing her.

INTERIOR: DEATHORB.

Walls buckle and cave in. Troops and equipment are blown in all directions.
Stormtroopers stagger out of the rubble.  Standing in the middle of the
chaos, a vision of calm and foreboding, is Rock Vader. One of his
Astro-Officers rushes up to him.

ASTRO-OFFICER: We count thirty Rebel ships, Lord Vader. But they're so
small they're evading our turbo-lasers!

VADER: We'll have to destroy them ship to ship. Get the crews to their
fighters.

INTERIOR: DEATHORB.

Smoke belches from the giant thunder guns as they wind up their turbine
generators to create sufficient power. The crew rushes about preparing for
another blast. Even the troopers head gear is not adequate to protect them

>from the overwhelming noise of the monstrous weapon. One troopers bangs his

helmet with his hand in an attempt to stop the ringing.

INTERIOR: KAS LEADER'S Z-wing FIGHTER -- COCKPIT -- TRAVELING.

 Kas Leader flies through a heavy hail of flak.

KAS LEADER: Brock, let me know when you're going in.

INTERIOR: BROCK'S Z-wing -- COCKPIT -- TRAVELING.

 The Kas Leader's Z-wing flies past Brock as he puts his nose down and
starts his attack dive.

Brock: I'm on my way in now...

KAS LEADER: Watch yourself! There's a lot of fire coming from the
right side of that deflection tower.

Brock: I'm on it.

EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATHORB.

 Brock flings his Z-wing into a twisting dive across the horizon and down
onto the dim grey surface.

EXTERIOR: BROCK'S Z-wing TRAVELING.

 A shot hurls from Brock's guns. Laserbolts streak toward the onrushing
DeathOrb surface. Several small radar emplacements erupt in flame.
Thunderfire erupts from a protruding tower on the surface.

INTERIOR: BROCK'S Z-wing -- COCKPIT -- TRAVELING.

The blurry DeathOrb surface races past the cockpit window as a big smile
sweeps across Brock's face at the success of his run. Flak thunders on all
sides of him.

EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATHORB.

The DeathOrb superstructure races past Brock as he maneuvers his craft
through a wall of laserfire and peels away from the surface towards the
heavens.

INTERIOR: DEATHORB.

The thunder and smoke of the big guns reverberate throughout the massive
structure. Many soldiers rush about in the smoke and chaos, silhouetted by
the almost continual flash of explosions.

INTERIOR: BIGGS' COCKPIT -- TRAVELING.

Biggs dives through a forest of radar domes, antennae, and gun towers as he
shoots low across the DeathOrb surface. A dense barrage of laserfire 
streaks
by on all sides.

INTERIOR: DEATHORB.

Rocket star pilots dash in unison to a line of small auxiliary hatches that
lead to Rocket BAT fighters.

INTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST -- WAR ROOM.

Princess Misty, surrounded by her generals and aides, paces nervously 
before
a lighted computer table. On all sides technicians work in front of many
lighted glass walls. Lt. Surge watches quietly from one corner. One of the
officers working over a screen speaks into his headset.

CONTROL OFFICER: Squad leaders, we've picked up a new group of
signals. Enemy fighters coming your way.

INTERIOR: BROCK'S Z-wing -- COCKPIT -- TRAVELING.

Brock looks around to see if he can spot the approaching Rocket fighters.

Brock: My scope's negative. I don't see anything.

INTERIOR: KAS LEADER'S Z-wing -- COCKPIT -- TRAVELING.

The DeathOrb's surface sweeps past as Kas Leader searches the sky for the
Rocket fighters. Flak pounds at his ship.

KAS LEADER: Keep up your visual scanning. With all this jamming,
they'll be on top of you before your scope can pick them up.

EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATHORB.

Silhouetted against the rim lights of the DeathOrb horizon, four ferocious
Rocket BAT ships dive on the Rebel fighters.  Two of the BAT fighters peel
off and drop out of frame. Pan with the remaining two BAT ships.

INTERIOR: BIGGS' COCKPIT -- TRAVELING.

Biggs panics when he discovers a BAT ship on his tail. The horizon in the
background twists around as he peels off, hoping to lose the Rocket 
fighter.

INTERIOR: KAS LEADER'S COCKPIT.

KAS LEADER: Biggs! You've picked one up...watch it!

BIGGS: I can't see it! Where is he?!

EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATHORB.

Biggs zooms off the surface and into space, closely followed by an Rocket
BAT fighter. The BAT ship fires several laserbolts at Biggs, but misses.

INTERIOR: BIGGS' COCKPIT -- TRAVELING.

Biggs sees the BAT ship behind him and swings around, trying to avoid him.

BIGGS: He's on me tight, I can't shake him...I can't shake him.

EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATHORB.

Biggs, flying at high altitude, peels off and dives toward the DeathOrb
surface, but he is unable to lose the BAT fighter, who sticks close to his
tail.

INTERIOR: Z-wing FIGHTER -- COCKPIT -- TRAVELING.

Brock is flying upside down. He rotates his ship around to normal attitude
as he comes out of his dive.

Brock: Hang on, Biggs, I'm coming in.

EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATHORB.

Biggs and the tailing BAT ship dive for the surface, now followed by a
fast-gaining Brock. After Biggs dives out of sight, Brock chases the Rocket
fighter.

EXTERIOR: SURFACE AROUND THE DEATHORB.

In the foreground, the Rocket fighter races across the Death Star's 
surface,
closely followed by Brock in the background.

INTERIOR: BROCK'S Z-wing FIGHTER -- COCKPIT -- TRAVELING.

There is a shot from Brock's Z-wing of the BAT ship exploding in a mass of
flames.

Brock: Got him!

INTERIOR: DEATHORB.

Rock Vader strides purposefully down a DeathOrb corridor, flanked by Jessie
and James.

VADER: Several fighters have broken off from the main group. Come with
me!

INTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST -- WAR ROOM.

A concerned Princess Misty, Togepio, Lt. Surge, and other officers of the
Rebellion stand around the huge round readout screen, listening to the
ship-to-ship communication on the room's loudspeaker.

BIGGS: (over speaker) Pull in! Brock...pull in!

Sabrina: (over speaker) Watch your back, Brock!

INTERIOR BROCK'S Z-wing FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.

Sabrina: (over headset) Watch your back! Fighter's above you, coming in!

EXTERIOR: SPACE.

Brock's ship soars away from the DeathOrb's surface as he spots the tailing
BAT fighter.

INTERIOR: BAT FIGHTER'S COCKPIT.

The BAT pilot takes aim at Brock's Z-wing.

EXTERIOR: SPACE.

The Rocket BAT fighter pilot scores a hit on Brock's ship. Fire breaks out
on the right side of the Z-wing.

INTERIOR: BROCK'S Z-wing FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.

 Brock looks out of his cockpit at the flames on his ship.

Brock: I'm hit, but not bad.

EXTERIOR: BROCK'S Z-wing FIGHTER.

 Smoke pours out from behind Vul-2-Detoo.

BROCK'S VOICE: Vul-2, see what you can do with it. Hang on back there.

 Green laserfire moves past the beeping little robot as his
head turns.  Vul-2's eyes glow, and the flame dies away.  he fires an Ember
attack at the BAT, which dodges.

INTERIOR: BROCK'S Z-wing -- COCKPIT.

Brock nervously works his controls.

KAS LEADER: (over headset) Kas Six...

INTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST -- WAR ROOM.

In the war room, Misty stands frozen as she listens and worries about 
Brock.

KAS LEADER: (over speaker) Can you see Kas Five?

KAS TEN: (over speaker) There's a heavy fire zone on this side. Kas
Five, where are you?

INTERIOR: BROCK'S Z-wing -- COCKPIT.

Brock spots the BAT fighter behind him and soars away from the DeathOrb
surface.

Brock: I can't shake him!

EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATHORB.

Brock's ship soars closer to the surface of the DeathOrb, a Rocket BAT
fighter closing in on him in hot pursuit.

INTERIOR: SABRINA'S COCKPIT.

The DeathOrb whips below Sabrina.

Sabrina: I'm on him, Brock!

INTERIOR: BROCK'S Z-wing -- COCKPIT.

Sabrina: (over headset) Hold on!

EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATHORB.

Sabrina dives across the horizon toward Brock and the BAT
fighter.

INTERIOR: SABRINA'S COCKPIT.

SABRINA: Abra, Teleport.

 Sabrina's Z-wing vanishes in a flash of light.

INTERIOR: BROCK'S Z-wing -- COCKPIT.

 Brock reacts frantically.

Brock: Blast it! Sabrina where are you?

INTERIOR: BAT FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.

The fighter pilot starts as Sabrrina's Z-wing appears right in front of him
and unleashes a volley of laserfire on the Rocket fighter.

EXTERIOR: SPACE.

The BAT fighter explodes, filling the screen with white light.  Brock's 
ship
can be seen far in the distance.

INTERIOR: BROCK'S Z-wing -- COCKPIT.

Brock looks about in relief.

Brock: Thanks, Sabrina.

INTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST -- WAR ROOM.

Misty, Togepio, Lt. Surge and other Rebel officers are listening to the
Rebel Fighter's radio transmissions over the war room intercom.

BIGGS: (over speaker) Good shooting, Sabrina!

Yas LEADER: (over speaker) Kas Leader...

INTERIOR: Yas LEADER'S M-WING -- COCKPIT.

Yas Leader peels off and starts toward the long trenches at the DeathOrb
surface pole.

Yas LEADER: This is Yas Leader. We're starting our attack run.

EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATHORB.

 Three M-wing fighters of the Yas group dive out of the stars toward the
DeathOrb surface.

INTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST -- WAR ROOM.

  Misty and the others are grouped around the screen, as technicians move
about attending to their duties.

KAS LEADER: (over speaker) I copy, Yas Leader. Move into position.

EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATHORB.

 Three Rocket BAT ships in precise formation dive toward the DeathOrb
surface.  The two on the sides resemble standard Zubats, while the larger
one in the center is a Golbat.

INTERIOR: Rock VADER'S COCKPIT.

 Rock Vader calmly adjusts his control stick as the stars whip past in the
window above his head.

VADER: Stay in attack formation!

SPLIT SCREEN -- INTERIOR:  JESSIE'S COCKPIT/JAMES' COCKPIT

JESSIE/JAMES: Yes sir!

INTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST -- WAR ROOM.

 Technicians are seated at the computer readout table.

Yas LEADER: (over speaker) The exhaust post is...

INTERIOR: Yas LEADER'S M-WING-- COCKPIT.

Yas LEADER: ...marked and locked in!

EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATHORB.

 Yas Leader approaches the surface and pulls out to skim the surface of 
the
huge station. The ship moves into a deep trench, firing laserbolts. The
surface streaks past as laserfire is returned by the DeathOrb.

INTERIOR: Yas FIVE'S M-WING-- COCKPIT -- TRAVELING.

 Yas Five is a pilot in his early fifties with a very battered helmet that
looks like it's been through many battles. He looks around to see if enemy
ships are near. His fighter is buffeted by Rocket flak.

INTERIOR: Yas LEADER'S M-WING-- COCKPIT.

 Yas Leader races down the enormous trench that leads to the exhaust port.
Laserbolts blast toward him in increasing numbers, occasionally exploding
near the ship causing it to bounce about.

Yas LEADER: Switch power to front deflector screens.

EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATHORB.

Three M-wings skim the DeathOrb surface deep in the trench, as laserbolts
streak past on all sides.

EXTERIOR: DEATHORB SURFACE -- GUN EMPLACEMENTS.

  An exterior surface gun blazes away at the oncoming Rebel fighters.

INTERIOR: Yas LEADER'S M-WING-- COCKPIT.

Yas LEADER: How many guns do you think, Yas Five.

INTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST -- WAR ROOM.

Yas FIVE: (over speaker) I'd say about twenty guns. Some on the
surface, some on the towers.

 Misty, Togepio, and the technicians view the projected target screen, as
red and blue target lights glow. The red target near the center blinks on
and off.

MASSASSI INTERCOM VOICE: (over speaker) DeathOrb will be in range in
five minutes.

EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATHORB.

 The three M-wing fighters race toward camera and zoom overhead through a
hail of laserfire.

INTERIOR: Yas LEADER'S M-WING-- COCKPIT.

 Yas Leader pulls his computer targeting device down in front of his eye.
Laserbolts continue to batter the Rebel craft.

Yas LEADER: Switching to targeting computer.

INTERIOR: Yas TWO'S M-WING-- COCKPIT.

 Yas Two, a younger pilot about Brock's age, pulls down his targeting eye
viewer and adjusts it. His ship shudders under intense laser barrage.

Yas TWO: Computer's locked. Getting a signal.

 As the fighters begin to approach the target area, suddenly all the
laserfire stops. An eerie clam clings over the trench as the surface whips
past in a blur.

Yas TWO: The guns...they've stopped!

EXTERIOR: Yas FIVE'S COCKPIT.

 Yas Five looks behind him.

Yas FIVE: Stabilize your read deflectors. Watch for enemy fighters.

INTERIOR: Yas LEADER'S M-WING-- COCKPIT.

Yas LEADER: They've coming in! Three marks at two ten.

EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATHORB.

  Three Rocket BAT ships, Rock Vader in the center flanked by
Jessie and James, dive in precise formation almost vertically
toward the DeathOrb surface.

INTERIOR: ROCK VADER'S COCKPIT.

Rock Vader calmly adjusts his control stick as the stars zoom by.

VADER: I'll take them myself! Cover me!

JESSIE/JAMES: (over speaker) Yes, sir.

EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATHORB.

Three BAT fighters zoom across the surface of the DeathOrb.

INTERIOR: ROCK VADER'S COCKPIT.

Vader lines up Yas Two in his targeting computer. Vader's
hands grip the control stick as he presses the button.

INTERIOR: Yas LEADER'S M-WING-- COCKPIT

  The cockpit explodes around Yas Two. His head falls forward.

EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATHORB.

  As Yas Two's ship explodes, debris is flung out into space.

INTERIOR: Yas LEADER'S M-WING-- COCKPIT.

  Yas Leader looks over his shoulder at the scene.

EXTERIOR: DEATHORB TRENCH.

  The three BAT fighters race along in the trench in a tight formation.

INTERIOR: Yas LEADER'S M-WING-- COCKPIT.

  Yas Leader panics.

Yas LEADER: (into mike) I can't maneuver!

INTERIOR: Yas FIVE'S M-WING-- COCKPIT.

  Yas Five, the old veteran, trys to calm Yas Leader.

Yas FIVE: Stay on target.

INTERIOR: Yas LEADER'S M-WING-- COCKPIT.

The DeathOrb races by outside the cockpit window as he adjusts his 
targeting
device.

Yas LEADER: We're too close.

INTERIOR: Yas FIVE'S M-WING-- COCKPIT.

  The older pilot remains calm.

Yas FIVE: Stay on target!

INTERIOR: Yas LEADER'S M-WING-- COCKPIT.

  Now he's really panicked.

Yas LEADER: Loosen up!

INTERIOR: Rock VADER'S COCKPIT.

Vader calmly adjusts his targeting computer and pushes the fire button.

INTERIOR: Yas LEADER'S M-WING-- COCKPIT.

 Yas Leader's ship is hit by Vader's laser.

EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATHORB.

 Yas Leader explodes in a ball of flames, throwing debris in all
directions.

INTERIOR: Yas FIVE'S M-WING-- COCKPIT.

 Yas Five moves in on the exhaust port.

Yas FIVE: Yas Five to Kas Leader...

INTERIOR: BROCK'S Z-wing FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.

Brock looks over his shoulder at the action outside of his cockpit.

Yas FIVE: (over headset) Lost Tiree, lost Dutch.

INTERIOR: KAS LEADER'S COCKPIT.

KAS LEADER: I copy, Yas Five.

INTERIOR: Yas FIVE'S M-WING-- COCKPIT.

Yas FIVE: They came from behind....

EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATHORB.

  One of the engines explodes on Yas Five's M-wing fighter, blazing out of
control. He dives past the horizon toward the DeathOrb's surface, passing a
BAT fighter during his descent. Yas Five, a veteran of countless campaigns,
spins toward his death.

INTERIOR: BROCK'S Z-wing FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.

  Brock looks nervously about him at the explosive battle.

INTERIOR: DeathOrb-- CONTROL ROOM.

 Grant Moff Giovanni and Butch stand in the Death Star's control room.

Butch: We've analyzed their attack, sir, and there is a danger.
Should I have your ship standing by?

Giovanni: Evacuate? In out moment of triumph? I think you overestimate
their chances!

  Giovanni turns to the computer readout screen. Flames move around the
green disk at the center of the screen, as numbers read across the bottom.

VOICE: (over speaker) Rebel base, three minutes and closing.



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