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.

The role of the Pokemon in this story will vary per induvidual Pokemon.
Some will be used as normal, while ohers will be alien races.  All droids 
in
the story are replaced by mechanical or cybernetic Pokemon.

I'm doing this in script format because I'm actually working this from the
Star Wars script.  Normally, I do prose format, so wish me luck.  I may
rewrite this in prose form later, tough.

I'm using what is probably the script before the final version, which has
some scenes that may be in a slightly different order, and has a few extra
scenes with Luke and Biggs Darklighter, on of his friends who shows up in
the Battle of Vermillion.  However, I cut the extra scenes out, sine they
really didn't do much.  Maybe that's why they weren't in the movie either.

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INTERIOR: LARS HOMESTEAD -- DINING AREA.

Brock's Aunt Beru, a warm, motherly woman, fills a pitcher with blue fluid

>from a refrigerated container in the well-used kitchen. She puts the 

pitcher
on a tray with some bowls of food and starts for the dining area.
 Brock sits with his Uncle Owen and his cousins before a table covered 
with
steaming bowls of food as Aunt Beru carries in a large bowl of red grain.

Brock: You know, I think that Vulpix unit we bought might have been stolen.

OWEN: What makes you think that?

Brock: Well, I stumbled across a recording while I was cleaning him. He
says he belongs to someone called Oaki-Wan Kenobi.

Owen is greatly alarmed at the mention of his name, but manages to control
himself.

Brock: I thought he might have meant old Oak. Do you know what he's
talking about? Well, I wonder if he's related to Oak.

Owen breaks loose with a fit of uncontrolled anger.

OWEN: That old man's just a crazy old wizard. Tomorrow I want you to
take that Vulpix unit into Anchorhead and have its memory flushed. That'll
be the end of it. It belongs to us now.

Brock: But what if this Oaki-Wan comes looking for him?

OWEN: He won't, I don't think he exists any more. He died about the
same time as your father.

Brock: He knew my father?

OWEN: I told you to forget it. Your only concern is to prepare the new
droids for tomorrow. In the morning I want them on the south ridge
working out those condensers.

Brock: Yes, sir. I think those new droids are going to work out fine.
In fact, I, uh, was also thinking about our agreement about my staying
on another season. And if these new droids do work out, I want to
transmit my application to the Academy this year.

 Owen's face becomes a scowl, although he tries to suppress it.

OWEN: You mean the next semester before harvest?

Brock: Sure, there're more than enough droids.

OWEN: Harvest is when I need you the most. Only one more season. This
year we'll make enough on the harvest so I'll be able to hire some
more hands. And then you can go to the Academy next year.

Brock: But uncle...

OWEN: You must understand I need you here, Brock.

Brock: That's a whole 'nother year.

OWEN: Look, it's only one more season.

Brock groans, pushes his half-eaten plate of food aside, and stands.

Brock: Yeah, that's what you said last year when Biggs and Tank left.

AUNT BERU: Where are you going?

Brock: It looks like I'm going nowhere. I'm going to feed and clean those
droids.

Resigned to his fate, Brock paddles out of the room. Owen mechanically
finishes his dinner.

AUNT BERU: Owen, he can't stay here forever. Most of his friends have
gone. It means so much to him.

OWEN: I'll make it up to him next year. I promise.

AUNT BERU: Brock's just not a farmer, Owen. He has too much of his
father in him.

OWEN: That's what I'm afraid of.

EXTERIOR: PEWTERINE -- LARS HOMESTEAD.

The giant twin suns of PEWTERINE slowly disappear behind a distant dune
range.  A flock of Aerodactyls fly past, silouetted against the suns. Brock
stands watching them for a few moments, then reluctantly enters the doomed
entrance to the homestead.

INTERIOR: LARS HOMESTEAD -- GARAGE.

Brock enters the garage to discover the robots nowhere in sight. He takes a
small control box from his utility belt similar to the one the Cubones were
carrying. He activates the box, which creates a low hum, and Togepio,
letting out a short yell, pops up from behind the Skyhopper spaceship.

Brock: What are you doing hiding there?

Togepio stumbles forward, but Vul-2 is still nowhere in sight.

TOGEPIO: It wasn't my fault, sir. Please don't deactivate me. I told
him not to go, but he's faulty, Confused; kept babbling on about his
mission.

Brock: Oh, no!

Brock races out of the garage followed by Togepio.

EXTERIOR: PEWTERINE -- LARS HOMESTEAD.

Brock rushes out of the small doomed entry to the homestead and searches 
the
darkening horizon for the small vulpine Poke-droid. Togepio struggles out 
of
the homestead and on the salt flat as Brock scans the landscape with his
electrobinoculars.

TOGEPIO: That R2 unit has always been a problem. These astro-droids
are getting quite out of hand. Even I can't understand their logic at
times.

Brock: How could I be so stupid? He's nowhere in sight.  I can't even spot
him on the thermal scan.  Blast it!

TOGEPIO: Pardon me, sir, but couldn't we go after him?

Brock: It's too dangerous with all the Sandslash around. We'll have to
wait until morning.

Owen yells up from the homestead plaza.

OWEN: Brock, I'm shutting the power down for the night.

Brock: All right, I'll be there in a few minutes. Boy, am I gonna get it.

He takes one final look across the dim horizon.

Brock: You know that little droid is going to cause me a lot of
trouble.

TOGEPIO: Oh, he excels at that, sir.

INTERIOR: LARS HOMESTEAD -- PLAZA.

Morning slowly creeps into the sparse but sparkling oasis of the open
courtyard. The idyll is broken be the yelling of Uncle Owen, his voice
echoing throughout the homestead.

OWEN: Brock? Brock? Brock? Where could he be loafing now!

INTERIOR: LARS HOMESTEAD -- KITCHEN.

The interior of the kitchen is a worm glow as Aunt Beru prepares the 
morning
breakfast. Owen enters in a huff.

OWEN: Have you seen Brock this morning?

AUNT BERU: He said he had some things to do before he started today,
so he left early.

OWEN: Uh? Did he take those two new droids with him?

AUNT BERU: I think so.

OWEN: Well, he'd better have those units in the south range repaired
be midday or there'll be hell to pay!

EXTERIOR: PEWTERINE -- DESERT WASTELAND -- BROCK'S ONIX -- DAY.

The rock and sand of the desert floor are a blur as Brock rides his massive
Onix across the vast wasteland.

INTERIOR/EXTERIOR: BROCK'S ONIX -- DESERT WASTELAND -- TRAVELING -- DAY.

Brock: Old Oak Kenobi lives out in this direction somewhere, but I
don't see how that R2 unit could have come this far. We must have
missed him. Uncle Owen isn't going to take this very well.

TOGEPIO: Sir, would it help if you told him it was my fault.

Brock: (brightening) Sure. He needs you. He'd probably only deactivate
you for a day or so...

TOGEPIO: Deactivate! Well, on the other hand if you hadn't removed
his restraining bolt...

Brock: Wait, I got a heat signature dead ahead on the scanner. It looks 
like
our Vulpix...hit the accelerator.

EXTERIOR: PEWTERINE -- ROCK MESA -- DUNE SEA -- COASTLINE -- DAY.

>From high on a rock mesa, the Onix can be seen gliding across the desert

floor. Suddenly in the foreground two weather-beaten Sandslash shrouded in
their grimy desert cloaks peer over the edge of the rock mesa. One of the
marginally human creatures raises a long ominous laser rifle and points it
at the speeder but the second creature grabs the gun before it can be 
fired.
 The Sandslash, or Tusken Raiders as they're sometimes
called, speak in a coarse barbaric language as they get into
an animated argument. The second Tusken Raider seems to get in
the final word and the nomads scurry over the rocky terrain.

EXTERIOR: PEWTERINE -- ROCK MESA -- CANYON.

The Tusken Raider approaches two large Kangaskhan standing tied to a rock.
The monstrous, godzilla-like creatures are as large as bears, with huge
eyes, sharp fangs, and long, thick, dinosaur-like tails. The Tusken Raiders
mount saddles strapped to the huge creatures' scaled backs and ride off 
down
the rugged bluff.

EXTERIOR: PEWTERINE -- ROCK CANYON -- FLOOR.

The speeder is parked on the floor of a massive canyon. Brock, with his 
long
laser rifle slung over his shoulder, stands before little Vul-2.

Brock: Hey, whoa, just where do you think you're going?

The little droid whistles a feeble reply, as Togepio poses menacingly 
behind
the little runaway.

TOGEPIO: Master Brock here is your rightful owner. We'll have no more
of this Oaki-Wan Kenobi jibberish...and don't talk to me about your
mission, either. You're fortunate he doesn't blast you into a million
pieces right here.

Brock: Well, come on. It's getting late. I only hope we can get back
before Uncle Owen really blows up.

TOGEPIO: If you don't mind my saying so, sir, I think you should
deactivate the little fugitive until you've gotten him back to your
workshop.

Brock: No, he's not going to try anything.

Suddenly the little robot jumps to life with a mass of frantic squeaks and
screams.

Brock: What's wrong with him now?

TOGEPIO: Oh my...sir, he says there are several creatures approaching

>from the southeast.

Brock swings his rifle into position and looks to the south.

Brock: Sandslash! Or worse! Come on, let's have a look. Come on.

EXTERIOR: PEWTERINE -- ROCK CANYON -- RIDGE -- DAY.

       Brock carefully makes his way to the top of a rock ridge and
       scans the canyon with his electrobinoculars. He spots the two
       riderless Kangaskhan. Togepio struggles up behind the young
       adventurer.

Brock: There are two Kangaskhan down there but I don't see any...wait a
second, they're Sandslash all right. I can see one of them now.

 Brock watches the distant Tusken Raider through his electrobinoculars.
Suddenly something huge moves in front of his field of view. Before Brock 
or
Togepio can react, a large, gruesome Tusken Raider looms over them. Togepio
is startled and backs away, right off the side if the cliff. He can be 
heard
for several moments as he clangs, bangs and rattles down the side of the
mountain.
  The towering creature brings down his large, curved, claws-- the dreaded
blades that have struck terror in the heart of the local settlers. But 
Brock
manages to block the blow with his laser rifle, which is smashed to pieces.
The terrified farm boy scrambles backward
And pulls out a PokeBall

Brock:  Geodude, GO!

The small rock Pokemon battles the Sandslash, but is overwhelmed in short
order.  The sinister Raider stands over him with its claws raised and lets
out a horrible shrieking laugh.

EXTERIOR: PEWTERINE -- ROCK CANYON -- FLOOR -- DAY.

Vul-2 forces himself into the shadows of a small alcove in the rocks as 
four
of the vicious Sandslash walk past carrying the inert Brock Stonewalker, 
who
is dropped in a heap before the Onix, which is being restrained by a pair 
of
Sandslash. The Sandslash ransack the rock snake's saddlebags, throwing 
parts
and supplies in all directions.

  Vul-2 steels himself and charges the Sandslash, eyes burning.  A wave of
energy bursts from his eyes, washing over two of them.  They suddenly turn
to each other and begin battling one another.  Three more erupt from the
ground and attack him.  Vul-2 frantically dodges their attacks,
barely managing to get a counterattack in occasionally.  The Sandslash back
him into a corner and close in.  Suddenly they stop. Then everything is
quiet for a few moments. A great howling roar is heard echoing throughout
the canyon which sends the Sandslash fleeing in terror.  Onix shakes off 
the
raiders on him, and smacks them away.

 Vul-2 moves even tighter into the corner as the massive roaring sound 
that
frightened off the Sandslash grows even closer, until a shabby old
desert-rat-of-a-man appears and leans over Brock. His ancient leathery 
face,
cracked and weathered by exotic climates is set off by dark, penetrating
eyes and a trace of a five o'clock shadow. Oak Kenobi squints his eyes as 
he
scrutinizes the unconscious farm boy. Vul-2 makes a slight sound and Oak
turns and looks right at him.

Oak: Hello there! Come here my little friend. Don't be afraid.

Vul-2 moves over to were Brock lies crumpled in a heap and begins to 
whistle
and squeak his concern. Oak puts his hand on Brock's forehead and he begins
to come around.

Oak: Don't worry, he'll be all right.

Brock: What happened?

Oak: Rest easy, son, you've had a busy day. You're fortunate you're
still in one piece.

Brock: Oak? Oak Kenobi! Boy, am I glad to see you!

Oak: wastelands are not to be traveled lightly. Tell me young Brock, what
brings you out this far?

Brock: Oh, this little Pokemon! I think he's searching for his former
master...I've never seen such devotion in a droid before...there
seems to be no stopping him. He claims to be the property of an Oaki-
Wan Kenobi. Is he a relative of yours? Do you know who he's talking
about?

       Oak ponders this for a moment, scratching his scruffy beard.

Oak: Oaki-Wan Kenobi...Oaki-Wan? Now thats a name I haven't heard in a
long time...a long time.

Brock: I think my uncle knew him. He said he was dead.

Oak: Oh, he's not dead, not...not yet.

Brock: You know him!

Oak: Well of course, of course I know him. He's me! I haven't gone by
the name Oaki-Wan since oh, before you were born.

Brock: Then the droid does belong to you.

Oak: Don't seem to remember ever owning a Poke-droid. Very interesting...

He suddenly looks up at the overhanging cliffs.

Oak: I think we better get indoors. The Sandslash are easily startled
but they will soon be back and in greater numbers.

Brock sits up and rubs his head. Vul-2 lets out a pathetic squeal causing
Brock to remember something. He looks around.

Brock: Togepio!

EXTERIOR: PEWTERINE -- SAND PIT -- ROCK MESA -- DAY.

Little Vul-2 stands at the edge of a large sand pit and begins
to chatter away in electronic whistles and beeps. Brock and Oak
stand over a very dented Togepio lying half
buried in the sand. He has drawn himself completely into his shell.
 Brock tries to revive the inert robot by shaking him and
then flips a hidden switch on his back several times until
finally the mechanical man's systems turn on and he opens up.

TOGEPIO: Where am I? I must have taken a bad step...

Brock: Come on! We've got to get out of here before the
Sandslash return.

TOGEPIO: I don't think I can make it. You go on, Master Brock. There's
no sense in you risking yourself on my account. I'm done for.

Vul-2:  Vulpix.

Brock: No, you're not. What kind of talk is that?

Brock and Oak help the battered robot to his feet. Little Vul-2 watches 
from
the top of the pit. Oak glances around suspiciously. Sensing something, he
kneels down and places his ear to the ground.

Oak: Quickly, son...they're on the move.

INTERIOR: KENOBI'S DWELLING.

The small, spartan hovel is cluttered with desert junk but still manages to
radiate an air of time-worn comfort and security. Brock is in one corner
repairing Togepio's arm, as old Oak sits thinking.

Brock: No, my father didn't fight in the wars. He was a navigator on a
spice freighter.

Oak: That's what your uncle told you. He didn't hold with your
father's ideals. Thought he should have stayed here and not gotten
involved.

Brock: You fought in the Pokemon Wars?

Oak: Yes, I was once a Gym Leader the same as your father.

Brock: I wish I'd known him.

Oak: He was the best star-pilot in the galaxy, and a cunning warrior.
I understand you've become quite a good pilot yourself. And he was a
good friend. Which reminds me...

  Oak gets up and goes to a chest where he rummages around.  As Brock
finishes repairing Togepio and starts to fit the restraining bolt back on,
Togepio looks at him nervously. Brock thinks about the bolt for a moment
then puts it on the table. Oak shuffles up and presents Brock with a short
handle with several electronic gadgets attached to it.

Oak: I have something here for you. Your father wanted you to have
this when you were old enough, but your uncle wouldn't allow it. He
feared you might follow old Oaki-Wan on some damned-fool idealistic
crusade like your father did.

TOGEPIO: Sir, if you'll not be needing me, I'll close down for
awhile.

Brock: Sure, go ahead.

Oak hands Brock the saber.

Brock: What is it?

Oak: Your fathers lightsaber. This is the weapon of a Gym Leader. Not as
clumsy or as random as a blaster.

Brock pushes a button on the handle. A long grey beam shoots out about four
feet and flickers there. The light plays across the ceiling.

Oak: An elegant weapon for a more civilized time. For over a thousand
generations the Gym Leaders were the guardians of peace and justice
in the Pokemon League.  They guided the journeys of all Pokemon Masters.
Before the dark times, before Team Rocket.

Brock hasn't really been listening.

Brock: How did my father die?

Oak: A young Leader named Rock Vader, who was a pupil of mine until he
turned to evil, helped Team Rocket hunt down and destroy the Gym
Leaders. He betrayed and murdered your father. Now the Leaders are all
but extinct. Vader was seduced by the dark side of the Force.

Brock: The Force?

Oak: Well, the Force is what gives Pokemon their power. It's an energy
field created by all living things. It surrounds us and penetrates us.
It binds the galaxy together.  Pokemon have exceptional control over the
force, and use it for their strength and extraordinary abilities.  They can
even maintain their control if they've been altered, like your two droids
here.

Vul-2 makes beeping sounds.

Oak: Now, let's see if we can't figure out what you are, my little
friend. And where you come from.

Brock: I saw part of the message he was...

 Brock is cut short as the recorded image of the beautiful young Rebel
princess is projected from Artoo's face.

Oak: I seem to have found it.

  Brock stops his work as the lovely girl's image flickers before his 
eyes.

MISTY: General Kenobi, years ago you served my father in the Pokemon
Wars. Now he begs you to help him in his struggle against Team Rocket.
I regret that I am unable to present my father's request to you in
person, but my ship has fallen under attack and I'm afraid my mission
to bring you to Cerulean has failed. I have placed information vital
to the survival of the Rebellion into the memory systems of this Vulpix
unit. My father will know how to retrieve it. You must see this droid
safely delivered to him on Cerulean. This is our most desperate hour.
Help me, Oaki-Wan Kenobi, you're my only hope.

There is a little static and the transmission is cut short.  Old Oak leans
back and scratches his head. He silently puffs on a tarnished chrome water
pipe. Brock has stars in his eyes.

Oak: You must learn the ways of the Force if you're to come with me to
Cerulean.

Brock: (laughing) Cerulean? I'm not going to Cerulean. I've got to go
home. It's late, I'm in for it as it is.

Oak: I need your help, Brock. She needs your help. I'm getting too old
for this sort of thing.

Brock: I can't get involved! I've got work to do! It's not that I like
the Empire. I hate it! But there's nothing I can do about it right
now. It's such a long way from here.

Oak: That's your uncle talking.

Brock: (sighing) Oh, God, my uncle. How am I ever going to explain
this?

Oak: Learn about the Force, Brock.

Brock: Look, I can take you as far as Anchorhead. You can get a
transport there to Pewter City or wherever you're going.

Oak: You must do what you feel is right, of course.

EXTERIOR: SPACE.

A Rocket Star Destroyer heads toward the evil planet-like battle station:
the DeathOrb!  The DeathOrb is a large spherical ball of metal and ceramic
alloys.  One half of the orb is red, while the other half is white.

INTERIOR: DeathOrb-- CONFERENCE ROOM.

Eight Rocket senators and generals sit around a black conference table.
Rocket stormtroopers stand guard around the room. Commander Tagge, a young,
slimy-looking general, is speaking.

TAGGE: Until this battle station is fully operational we are
vulnerable. The Rebel Alliance is too well equipped. They're more
dangerous than you realize.

The bitter Admiral Motti twists nervously in his chair.

MOTTI: Dangerous to your starfleet, Commander, not to this battle
station!

TAGGE: The Rebellion will continue to gain a support with the Elite Four as
long as....

  Suddenly all heads turn as Commander Tagge's speech is cut short and the
Grand Moff Giovanni, governor of the outland regions, enters. He is 
followed
by his powerful ally, The Sith Lord, Rock Vader. All of the generals stand
and bow before the thin, evil-looking governor as he takes his place at the
head of the table. The Stone Lord stands behind him.

Giovanni: The Four will no longer be of any concern to us.
I've just received word that the Emperor has dissolved the Elite Four
permanently. The last remnants of the Pokemon League have been swept
away.

TAGGE: That's impossible! How will the Emperor maintain control
without the bureaucracy?

Giovanni: The regional governors now have direct control over
territories. Fear will keep the local systems in line. Fear of this
battle station.

TAGGE: And what of the Rebellion? If the Rebels have obtained a complete
technical readout of this station, it is possible, however unlikely, that
they might find a weakness and exploit it.

VADER: The plans you refer to will soon be back in our hands.

MOTTI: Any attack made by the Rebels against this station would be a
useless gesture, no matter what technical data they've obtained. This
station is now the ultimate power in the universe. I suggest we use
it!

VADER: Don't be too proud of this technological terror you've
constructed. The ability to destroy a planet is insignificant next to
the power of the Force.

MOTTI: Don't try to frighten us with your sorcerer's ways, Lord Vader.
Your sad devotion to that ancient religion has not helped you conjure
up the stolen data tapes, or given you clairvoyance enough to find the
Rebel's hidden fort...

  Suddenly Motti chokes and starts to turn blue under Vader's spell.

VADER: I find your lack of faith disturbing.

Giovanni: Enough of this! Vader, release him!

VADER: As you wish.

Giovanni: This bickering is pointless. Lord Vader will provide us with
the location of the Rebel fortress by the time this station is
operational. We will then crush the Rebellion with one swift stroke.


EXTERIOR: PEWTERINE -- WASTELAND.

The Onix stops before what remains of the huge Cubones' Sandcrawler. Brock
and Oak walk among the smoldering rubble and scattered bodies.

Brock: It looks like Sandslash did this, all right. Look, here are
Dig holes, Kangaskhan tracks. It's just...I never heard of them hitting
anything this big before.

Oak is crouching in the sand studying the tracks.

Oak: They didn't. But we are meant to think they did. These tracks are
side by side. Sandslash always ride single file to hide there numbers.
And these Dig holes are all on one side.  Sandslash surround their 
opponents
before digging out of the ground.

Brock: These are the same Cubones that sold us Vul-2 and Togepio.

Oak: And these blast points, too accurate for Sandslash. Only
Rocket stormtroopers are so precise.

Brock: Why would Rocket troops want to slaughter Cubones?

  Brock looks back at the speeder where Vul-2 and Togepio are inspecting
the dead Cubones, and put two and two together.

Brock: If they traced the robots here, they may have learned who they
sold them to. And that would lead them home!

  Brock reaches a sudden horrible realization, then races for the speeder
and jumps it.

Oak: Wait, Brock! It's too dangerous.

  Brock races off leaving Oak and the two robots alone with the burning
Sandcrawler.

EXTERIOR: PEWTERINE -- WASTELAND.

 Brock races across the wasteland on Onix.

EXTERIOR: PEWTERINE -- LARS HOMESTEAD.

The rock snake roars up to the burning homestead. Brock jumps off and runs
to the smoking holes that were once his home. Debris is scattered 
everywhere
and it looks as if a great battle has taken place.

Brock: Uncle Owen! Aunt Beru! Uncle Owen!

  Brock stumbles around in a daze looking for his aunt and uncle. Suddenly
he comes upon their smoldering remains. No traces of his cousins, whom he
has come to see as his own siblings, can be found.  He is stunned, and
cannot speak. Hate replaces fear and a new resolve comes over him.

EXTERIOR: SPACE.

Rocket BAT fighter races toward the DeathOrb.

INTERIOR: DeathOrb-- DETENTION CORRIDOR.

Two stormtroopers open an electronic cell door and allow several Rocket
guards to enter. Princess Leia's face is filled with defiance, which slowly
gives way to fear as a Koffing enters, followed by Rock Vader.

VADER: And, now Your Highness, we will discuss the location of your
hidden Rebel base.

 The Koffing emmits a few puffs of gas as it approaches Princess Misty. 
The
door slides shut and the long cell block hallway appears peaceful.

EXTERIOR: PEWTERINE -- WASTELAND.

There is a large bonfire of Cubone bodies blazing in front of the
Sandcrawler as Oak and the robots finish burning the dead. Brock drives up
atop Onix and Oak walks over to him.

Oak: There's nothing you could have done, Brock, had you been there.
You'd have been killed, too, and the droids would be in the hands of
Team Rocket.  The children will be scattered to orphanages all over the
galaxy, and may never see you, or each other, again.  I'm sorry, Brock.

Brock: I want to come with you to Cerulean. There's nothing here for me 
now.
I want to learn the ways of the Force and become a Gym Leader like my
father.

The Onix with Brock, Vul-2, Togepio, and Oak zooms across the desert. The
speeder stops on a bluff overlooking the spaceport at Pewter City. It is a
haphazard array of low, grey, concrete structures and semi-domes. A harsh
gale blows across the stark canyon floor. Brock adjusts
his goggles and walks to the edge of the craggy bluff where
Oak is standing.

Oak: Pewter City Spaceport. You will never find a more wretched hive of
scum and villainy. We must be cautious.

Oak looks over at Brock, who gives the old Gym Leader a determined smile.

EXTERIOR: PEWTERINE -- Pewter City -- STREET.

Jessie, James, and Meowth stand at the main gates to the city.  James
obviously doesn't want to be here.

JAMES: It's too hot out here, I'm burning up!  Why do _we_ have to do this?

JESSIE: Quit whining!  We have to find those droids, or else we'll never 
get
off the Maker-forsaken sandball!  This is the only starport on the planet,
so those droids will have to come here to get away.  (gets starry-eyed)And
if we can personally catch those droids, we could get promoted!

MEOWTH:  Maybe get our own Star Destroyer!

JAMES(looking into the distance): Look, here comes someone!

Brock's Onix is seen heading toward the gates.  The Onix is stopped by
Jessie, James, and Meowth who look over the two robots. James questions
Brock.

JAMES: How long have you had these droids?

Brock: About three or four seasons.

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

MEOWTH: Lemme see your identification.

Brock becomes very nervous as he fumbles to find his ID while Oak speaks to
Jessie in a very controlled voice.

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

JESSIE(puts her hand on Meowth's head, restraining him): We don't need to
see his identification.

Oak(to James): These are not the droids you're looking for.

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

Oak: He can go about his business.

JAMES: You can go about your business.

Oak: (to Brock) Move along.

MEOWTH: Move along. Move along.

As the Onix moves off, James resumes a dilegent scan of the crowds.

JAMES:  We'll find those droids!

JESSIE:  They won't get past us!

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