It's been a long time, and way too much procrastination, but it's time to finish this.

EXTERIOR: CINNIBAR -- BOG CLEARING -- DUSK

         The mist has dispersed a bit, but it is still a very
      gloomy-looking swamp.

         Brock pulls an equipment box from the shore to the         clearing.  He ignites a little fusion furnace and warms his                 hands before it. Taking a power cable, he plugs it into
      Vultoo's nose.

Brock: Ready for some power? Okay. Let's see now. Put that in there.
There you go.

         The droid whistles his appreciation. Brock then opens a
      container of processed food and sits before the thermal
      heater.

Brock: (sighs) Now all I have to do is find this Mew...if he even
exists.

         Nervously, he looks around at the foreboding jungle.

Brock: Still...there's something familiar about this place. I feel
like...I don't know...

STRANGE VOICE: Feel like what?

         Brock jumps out of his skin. Vultoo screeches in terror. The
      young warrior grabs for his lightsaber as he spins around,
      looking for the speaker. Mysteriously standing right in front
      of Brock is a strange, pinkish creature, not more than two feet
      tall. The catlike little thing is dressed in rags. It motions
      toward Brock's sword.

Brock: (looking at the creature) Like we're being watched!

CREATURE: Away with your weapon! I mean you no harm.

         After some hesitation, Brock puts away his weapon, although
      he really doesn't understand why. Vultoo watches with interest.

CREATURE: I am wondering, why are you here?

Brock: I'm looking for someone.

CREATURE: Looking? Found someone, you have, I would say, hmmm?

         The little creature laughs.

Brock: (Trying to keep from smiling) Right.

CREATURE: Help you I can. Yes, mmmm.

Brock: I don't think so. I'm looking for a great warrior.

CREATURE: Ahhh! A great warrior. (laughs and shakes his head) Wars not
make one great.

         Floating over the ground, the tiny stranger moves
      over to one of the cases of supplies. He begins to rummage
      around.
         Vultoo moves to the edge of the case -- standing almost eye
      level to the creature who is carelessly handling the supplies
      -- and squeaks his disapproval.
         Their tiny visitor picks up the container of food Brock was
      eating from and takes a bite.

Brock: Put that down. Hey! That's my dinner.

         The creature spits out the bite he has taken. He makes a
      face.

CREATURE: How you get so big, eating food of this kind?

         He flips the container in Brock's direction and reaches into
      one of Brock's supply cases.

Brock: Listen, friend, we didn't mean to land in that puddle, and if we
could get our ship out, we would, but we can't, so why don't you
just...

CREATURE: (teasing) Aww, cannot get your ship out?

         The creature spots something of interest in Brock's case.
      Brock loses patience and grabs the case away. The creature
      retains his prize -- a tiny power lamp -- and examines it with
      delight.

Brock: Hey, you could have broken this. Don't do that. Ohhh...you're
making a mess. Hey, give me that!

CREATURE: (retreating with the lamp) Mine! Or I will help you not.

         Clutching its treasure, the creature backs away from Brock,
      drawing closer to Vultoo. As Brock and the creature argue,
      Vultoo grabs onto on end of the lamp with his teeth.

Brock: I don't want your help. I want my lamp back. I'll need it to get
out of this slimy mudhole.

CREATURE: Mudhole? Slimy? My home this is.

         Vultoo grabs hold of the lamp and the two little figures are
      immediately engaged in a tug-of-war over it.

VULTOO(muffled): Pix!

CREATURE: Ah, ah, ah!

Brock: Oh, Vultoo, let him have it.

CREATURE: Mine! Mine!

Brock: Vultoo!

CREATURE: Mine!

         The creature lets go with one hand and slaps Vultoo lightly
      with its long tail. Vultoo reacts with a startled squeal, and
      lets go.

CREATURE: Mine!

Brock: (fed up) Now will you move along, little fella? We're got a lot
of work to do.

CREATURE: No! No, no! Stay and help you, I will. (laughs) Find your
friend, hmm?

Brock: I'm not looking for a friend, I'm looking for a Pokemon Master.

CREATURE: Oohhh. Master. Mew. You seek Mew.

Brock: You know him?

CREATURE: Mmm. Take you to him, I will. (laughs) Yes, yes. But now, we
must eat. Come. Good food. Come.

         With that, the creature levitates and floats out of the
         clearing, laughing merrily. Brock stares after him. All he
         sees is the faint light from the small power lamp moving
         through the fog. Brock makes his decision and starts after
         the creature.

CREATURE: (in the distance) Come, come.

         Vultoo, very upset, whistles a blue streak of protest.

Brock: Stay here and watch after the camp, Vultoo.

         Vultoo beeps even more frantically. But as Brock disappears
      from view, the worried little droid grows quieter, and utters
      a soft sigh.

INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- MAIN HOLD AREA

         Togepio whistles and beeps a strange dialect into the
      control panel in front of him. The control panel whistles back
      a few mystifying beeps.

TOGEPIO: Oh, where is Vultoo when I need him?

         Ash enters the hold area and kneels on the floor near the
      control box.

TOGEPIO: Sir, I don't know where your ship learned to communicate,
but it has the most peculiar dialect. I believe, sir, it says that the
power coupling on the negative axis has been polarized. I'm afraid
you'll have to replace it.

ASH: Well, of course I'll have to replace it.

         He hands a wire coil up to Chuie who is working near the
      ceiling.

ASH: Here! And Chuie...

         Chuie brings his head back through the trap door in the
      ceiling and whines. Ash glances back at Togepio, then speaks
      quietly to Chuie so only she can hear.

ASH: (continued)...I think we'd better replace the negative power
coupling.

         Misty finishes welding the valves she has been working on
      and attempts to reengage the system by pulling a lever
      attached to the valve. It doesn't budge. Ash notices her
      struggle, and moves to help her. She rebuffs him.

ASH: Hey, Your Worship, I'm only trying to help.

MISTY: (still struggling) Would you please stop calling me that?

         Ash hears a new tone in her voice. He watches her pull on
      the lever.

ASH: Sure, Misty.

MISTY: Oh, you make it so difficult sometimes.

ASH: I do, I really do. You could be a little nicer, though. (he
watches her reaction) Come on, admit it. Sometimes you think I'm all
right.

         She lets go of the lever and rubs her sore hand.

MISTY: Occasionally (a little smile, haltingly) maybe...when you aren't
acting like a scoundrel.

ASH: (laughs) Scoundrel? Scoundrel? I like the sound of that.

         With that, Ash takes her hand and starts to massage it.

MISTY: Stop that.

ASH: Stop what?

MISTY(ultra-blushes): Stop that! My hands are dirty.

ASH: My hands are dirty, too. What are you afraid of?

MISTY: (looking right into his eyes) Afraid?

         Ash looks at her with a piercing look. He reaches out
      slowly and takes Misty's hand again from where it is resting
      on a console. He draws it toward him.

ASH: What's wrong?

MISTY: N-nothing!  Nothing, really!

         Then with an irresistible combination of physical strength
      and emotional power, the space pirate begins to draw Misty
      toward him...very slowly.

ASH: You like me because I'm a scoundrel. There aren't enough
scoundrels in your life.

         Misty is now very close to Ash and as she speaks, her voice
      becomes an excited whisper, a tone completely in opposition to
      her words.

MISTY: I happen to like nice men.

ASH: I'm a nice man.

MISTY: No, you're not. You're...

         Ash moves, almost invouluntarily, closer to Misty.  Their
      eyes close as their lips come ever closer... almost touching...
      Suddenly, Togepio appears in the doorway, speaking excitedly.

TOGEPIO: Sir, sir! I've isolated the reverse power flux coupling.

         Ash turns slowly, icily, from their embrace.  He looks like
      he's ready to kill Togepio.

ASH: Thank you. Thank you _very_ much.

TOGEPIO: Oh, you're perfectly welcome, sir.

         The moment spoiled, Ash marches out after Togepio.

EXTERIOR: SPACE -- ASTEROID FIELD

         The Rocket fleet moves through the asteroid-filled void,
      intently seeking its prey.

INTERIOR: VADER'S STAR DESTROYER -- BRIDGE

         Asteroids collide, creating a fireworks display outside the
      bridge window. Rock Vader stands, staring out the window
      above the control deck. Then slowly turns toward the bridge.
      Before him are the hologram images of twenty battleship
      commanders. One of these images, the commander of a ship that
      has just exploded, is fading away quickly. Another image, in
      the center and a little apart from the others, is faded and
      continually disrupted by static. It is the image of Captain
      Needa, commander of the Star Destroyer most hotly on the tail
      of the Millennium Pidgeot. Admiral Piett and an aide stand
      behind the Dark Lord.

NEEDA: (in hologram)...and that, Lord Vader, was the last time they
appeared in any of our scopes. Considering the amount of damage we've
sustained, they must have been destroyed.

VADER: No, Captain, they're alive. I want every ship available to
sweep the asteroid field until they are found.

         The Rocket star captains fade out one by one as Vader
      turns to Admiral Piett.

PIETT: Lord Vader.

VADER: Yes, Admiral, what is it?

         The admiral is scared, his face white as a sheet.

PIETT: The Emperor commands you make contact with him.

VADER: Move the ship out of the asteroid field so that we can send a
clear transmission.

PIETT: Yes, my lord.

EXTERIOR: ASTEROID FIELD -- VADER'S STAR DESTROYER

         Vader's Rocket Star Destroyer moves against the vast sea
      of stars away from the rest of the fleet.

INTERIOR: VADER'S STAR DESTROYER -- VADER'S CHAMBER

         The Dark Lord, Rock Vader, is alone in his chamber. A
      strange sound enters the room and a light begins to play
      across Vader's black figure. He looks up and bows quickly.
         A twelve-foot hologram of the Galactic Emperor materializes
      before Vader. The Emperor's dark robes and monk's hood are
      reminiscent of the cloak worn by Oak Kenobi, and conceal his body.
      But from what can be seen, the Emperor is most likely not human.

VADER: What is thy bidding, my master?

EMPEROR: There is a great disturbance in the Force.

VADER: I have felt it.

EMPEROR: We have a new enemy -- Brock Stonewalker.

VADER: Yes, my master.

EMPEROR: He could destroy us.

VADER: He's just a boy. Oaki-Wan can no longer help him.

EMPEROR: The Force is strong with him. The son of Stonewalker must not
become a Gym Leader.

VADER: If he could be turned, he would become a powerful ally.

EMPEROR: Yes. Yes. He would be a great asset. Can it be done?

VADER: He will join us or die, my master.

         Vader kneels. The supreme Emperor passes a hand over the
      crouched Lord of the Sith and fades away.

EXTERIOR: CINNIBAR -- CREATURE'S HOUSE -- NIGHT

         A heavy downpour of rain pounds through the gnarled trees.
      A strange baroque mud house sits on a moss-covered knoll on
      the edge of a small lagoon. The small, gnomish structure
      radiates a warm glow from its thick glass windows. As rain
      tap-dances a merry tune on Vultoo's head, the stubby little
      droid rises up on his hind legs to peek into one of the glowing
      portals.

INTERIOR: CREATURE'S HOUSE

         Vultoo, peeking in the window, sees the inside of the house
      -- a very plain, but cozy dwelling. Everything is in the same
      small scale as the creature. The only thing out of place in
      the miniature room is Brock, whose height makes the four-foot
      ceiling seem even lower. He sits cross-legged on the floor of
      the living room.
         The creature is in an adjoining area -- his little kitchen
      -- cooking up an incredible meal. The stove is a steaming
      hodgepodge of pots and pans. The tiny little host scurries
      about chopping this, shredding that, and showering everything
      with exotic herbs and spices. He rushes back and forth putting
      platters on the table in front of Brock, who watches the
      creature impatiently.

Brock: Look, I'm sure it's delicious. I just don't understand why we
can't see Mew now.

CREATURE: Patience! For the Jedi it is time to eat as well. Eat, eat.
Hot. Good food, hm? Good, hmm?

         Moving with some difficulty in the cramped quarters, Brock
      sits down near the fire and serves himself from the pot.
      Tasting the unfamiliar concoction, he is pleasantly surprised.

Brock: How far away is Mew? Will it take us long to get there?

CREATURE: Not far. Mew not far. Patience. Soon you will be with him.
(tasting food from the pot) Oddishleaf, I cook. Why wish you become
Gym Leader? Hm?

Brock: Mostly because of my father, I guess.

CREATURE: Ah, your father. Powerful was he, powerful, mmm.

Brock: (a little angry) Oh, come on. How could you know my father? You
don't even know who I am. (fed up) Oh, I don't even know what I'm
doing here. We're wasting our time.

         The creature turns away from Brock and speaks to a third
      party.

CREATURE: (irritated) I cannot teach him. The boy has no patience.

         Brock's head spins in the direction the creature faces. But
      there is no one there. The boy is bewildered, but it gradually
      dawns on him that the little creature is Mew, the Pokemon
      Master.  One of the PokeBalls on his belt drops off and opens.
      Oak's Scyther emerges in a flash of light and faces Mew.

OAK'S VOICE: He will learn patience.

MEW: Hmmm. Much anger in him, like his father.

OAK'S VOICE: Was I any different when you taught me?

MEW: Hah. He is not ready.

Brock: Mew! I am ready. I...Oak! I can be a Gym Leader. Oak, tell him
I'm ready.

         Trying to see Oak, Brock starts to get up but hits his head
      on the low ceiling.

MEW: Ready, are you? What know you of ready? For eight hundred years
have I trained Gym Leaders. My own counsel will I keep on who is to be
trained! A Leader must have the deepest commitment, the most serious
mind. (to the Scyther, indicating Brock) This one a long time
have I watched. Never his mind on where he was. Hmm? What he was
doing. Hmph. Adventure. Heh! Excitement. Heh! A Gym Leader craves not
these things. (turning to Brock) You are reckless!

         Brock looks down. He knows it is true.

OAK'S VOICE: So was I, if you'll remember.

MEW: He is too old. Yes, too old to begin the training.

         Brock thinks he detects a subtle softening in Mew's voice.

Brock: But I've learned so much.

         Mew turns his piercing gaze on Brock, as though the Pokemon
      Master's huge eyes could somehow determine how much the boy
      had learned. After a long moment, the little Jedi turns toward
      where he alone sees Oak.

MEW: (sighs) Will he finished what he begins?

Brock: I won't fail you -- I'm not afraid.

MEW: (turns slowly toward him) Oh, you will be. You will be.

EXTERIOR: SPACE -- STAR DESTROYERS -- ASTEROID FIELD

         The Rocket fleet around Vader's ship is surrounded by the
      asteroid storm. Asteroids big and small pelt the vast
      exteriors of the menacing ships. One of the smaller Rocket
      vessels is hit by a huge asteroid and explodes in a brilliant
      flash of light.

INTERIOR: ASTEROID CAVE -- MILLENNIUM FALCON -- COCKPIT

         The cockpit is quiet and lit only by the indicator lights
      on the control panel. Princess Misty sits in the pilot's seat.
      She runs her hand across the control panel as she thinks of
      Ash and the confusion he has created within her. Suddenly,
      something outside the cockpit window catches her eye. The
      reflection of the panel lights obscures her vision until a
      large mouth attaches itself to the windscreen. Misty
      moves closer to see what it might be. Large, yellow eyes flash
      open and stare back at her. Startled, she jumps back into her
      seat, her heart pounding. There is a scurry of feet and a loud
      screech, and in an instant the eyes are gone. The young
      princess catches her breath, jumps out of her chair, and races
      from the cockpit.

INTERIOR: ASTEROID CAVE -- MILLENNIUM FALCON -- HOLD AREA

         The lights go bright for a second then out again. Togepio
      and Chupika watch as Ash finishes with some wires.

TOGEPIO: Sir, if I may venture an opinion...

ASH: I'm not really interested in your opinion, Togepio.

         Misty rushes into the cabin just as Ash drops the final
      floor panel into place.

MISTY: (out of breath) There's something out there.

ASH: Where?

MISTY: Outside, in the cave.

         As she speaks, there comes a sharp banging on the hull.
      Chuie looks up and barks anxiously.

TOGEPIO: There it is. Listen! Listen!

ASH: I'm going out there.

MISTY: Are you crazy?!

ASH: I just got this bucket back together. I'm not going to let
something tear it apart.

         He and Chuie grab their breath masks off a rack and hurry
      out. Misty follows.

MISTY: Then I'm going with you.

TOGEPIO: I think it might be better if I stay here and guard the
ship. (hears another mysterious noise) Oh, no.

EXTERIOR: ASTEROID CAVE -- MILLENNIUM FALCON

         It is very dark inside the huge asteroid cave, too dark to
      see what is attacking the ship.
         Misty stamps her foot on the floor of the cave.

MISTY: This ground sure feels strange. It doesn't feel like rock at
all.

         Ash kneels and studies the ground, then attempts to study
      the outline of the cave.

ASH: There's an awful lot of moisture in here.

MISTY: I don't know. I have a bad feeling about this.

ASH: Yeah.

         Chuie barks through her face mask, and points toward the
      ship's cockpit. A bat-like shape can be seen moving
      across the top of the Pidgeot. The leathery creature lets out a
      screech as Ash blasts it with a laser bolt.

ASH: (to Misty) Watch out!

         The black shape tumbles off the spaceship and onto the
      ground in front of the princess. Ash bends down to investigate
      the dead creature.

ASH: Yeah, that's what I thought. Golbat. Chuie, check the rest of
the ship, make sure there aren't any more attached. They're chewing on
the power cables.

MISTY: Golbats?

ASH: Go on inside. We'll clean them off if there are any more.

         Just then, a swarm of the ugly creatures swoops through the
      air. Misty puts her arms over her head to protect herself as
      she runs toward the ship. Chuie shoos another Golbat away
      with his blaster. Several of the batlike creatures flap their
      wings loudly against the cockpit window of the Pidgeot. Inside,
      Togepio shudders at their presence.

TOGEPIO: Ohhh! Go away! Go away! Beastly thing. Shoo! Shoo!

         Ash looks around the strange, dripping cave.

ASH: Wait a minute...

         He unholsters his blaster and fires at the floor of the
      huge cave. The cavern begins to shake and the ground starts to
      buckle.
         Chuie barks and moves for the ship, followed closely by
      Misty and Ash. The large wings of the Golbats flap past them as
      they protect their faces and run up the platform.

INTERIOR: ASTEROID CAVE -- MILLENNIUM FALCON -- ENTRY AREA

         As soon as Ash and Misty are on board, Chuie closes the
      main hatch. The ship continues to shake and heave.

ASH: All right, Chuie, let's get out of here!

         The Raichee heads for the cockpit as Ash, followed by
      Togepio, rushes to the hold area and checks the scopes on the
      control panel. Misty hurries after.

MISTY: The Empire is still out there. I don't think it's wise to...

         Ash rushes past her and heads for the cockpit.

ASH: (interrupting) No time to discuss this as a committee.

         And with that he is gone. The main engines of the Pidgeot
      begin to whine. Misty races after him, bouncing around in the
      shaking ship.

MISTY: (angry) I am not a committee!

INTERIOR: ASTEROID CAVE -- MILLENNIUM FALCON -- COCKPIT

         Ash is already in the pilot's seat pulling back on the
      throttle. The cave-quake has greatly diminished.

MISTY: You can't make the jump to light-speed in this asteroid field...

ASH: Sit down, sweetheart. We're taking off!

         As the ship begins to move forward, Chuie barks. He
      notices something out the window ahead. Togepio sees it too.

TOGEPIO: Look!

ASH: I see it, I see it.

         Suddenly, a row of jagged white stalagmites and stalactites
      can be seen surrounding the entrance. And as the Pidgeot moves
      forward, the entrance to the cave grows ever smaller. Ash
      pulls hard on the throttle, sending his ship surging forward.

TOGEPIO: We're doomed!

MISTY: The cave is collapsing.

ASH: This is no cave.

MISTY: What?

         Misty's mouth drops open . She sees that the rocks of the
      cave entrance are not rocks at all, but giant teeth, quickly
      closing around the tiny ship. Chuie howls.

INTERIOR: GIANT GYARADOS MOUTH

         The Millennium Pidgeot, zooming through the monster's mouth,
      rolls on its side and barely makes it between two of the
      gigantic white teeth before the huge jaws slams closed.

EXTERIOR: CAVE ENTRANCE -- GIANT ASTEROID

         The enormous Gyarados moves its head out of the cave as
      the Pidgeot flies out of its mouth. The monster tilts its head,
      watching the starship fly away.

EXTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- GIANT ASTEROID

         The Pidgeot races out of the asteroid crater and into the
      deadly rain of the asteroid storm.

EXTERIOR: CINNIBAR -- DAY

         With Mew strapped to his back, Brock climbs up one of the
      many thick vines that grow in the swamp. Panting heavily, he
      continues his course -- climbing, flipping through the air,
      jumping over roots, and racing in and out of the heavy ground
      fog.

MEW: Run! Yes. A Leader's strength flows from the Force. But beware of
the dark side. Anger...fear...aggression. The dark side of the Force
are they. Easily they flow, quick to join you in a fight. If once you
start down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny,
consume you it will, as it did Oaki-Wan's apprentice.

Brock: Vader. Is the dark side stronger?

MEW: No...no...no. Quicker, easier, more seductive.

Brock: But how am I to know the good side from the bad?

MEW: You will know. When you are calm, at peace. Passive. A Gym Leader
uses the Force for knowledge and defense, never for attack.

Brock: But tell me why I can't...

MEW: (interrupting) No, no, there is no why. Nothing more will I
teach you today. Clear your mind of questions. Mmm. Mmmmmm.

         Vultoo beeps in the distance as Brock lets Mew down to the
      ground. Breathing heavily, he takes his shirt from a nearby
      tree branch and pulls it on.
         He turns to see a huge, dead, black tree, its base
      surrounded by a few feet of water. Giant, twisted roots form a
      dark and sinister cave on one side. Brock stares at the tree,
      trembling.

Brock: There's something not right here.

         Mew sits on a large root, poking his tail into the
      dirt.

Brock: I feel cold, death.

MEW: That place...is strong with the dark side of the Force. A domain
of evil it is. In you must go.

Brock: What's in there?

MEW: Only what you take with you.

         Brock looks warily between the tree and Mew. He starts to
      strap on his weapon belt.

MEW: Your weapons...you will not need them.

         Brock gives the tree a long look, than shakes his head "no."
      Mew shrugs. Brock reaches up to brush aside some hanging vines
      and enters the tree.

INTERIOR: CINNIBAR -- TREE CAVE

         Brock moves into the almost total darkness of the wet and
      slimy cave. The youth can barely make out the edge of the
      passage. Holding his lit saber before him, he sees a Paras
      crawling up the side of the cave and an Ekans wrapped around
      the branches of a tree. Brock draws a deep breath, then pushes
      deeper into the cave.
         The space widens around him, but he feels that rather than
      sees it. His sword casts the only light as he peers into the
      darkness. It is very quiet here.
         Then, a loud hiss! Rock Vader appears across the
      blackness, illuminated by his own just-ignited laser sword.
      Immediately, he charges Brock, saber held high. He is upon the
      youth in seconds, but Brock sidesteps perfectly and slashes at
      Vader with his sword.
         Vader is decapitated. His helmet-encased head flies from
      his shoulders as his body disappears into the darkness. The
      metallic banging of the helmet fills the cave as Vader's head
      spins and bounces, smashes on the floor, and finally stops.
      For an instant it rests on the floor, then it cracks
      vertically. The black helmet and breath mask fall away to
      reveal...Brock's head.
         Across the space, the standing Brock gasps at the sight,
      wide-eyed(or at least as wide as Brock can get) in terror.
         The decapitated head fades away, as in a vision.

EXTERIOR: CINNIBAR -- CAVE -- DUSK

         Meanwhile, Mew sits on the root, calmly floating in midair.

EXTERIOR: SPACE -- VADER'S STAR DESTROYER

         Vader's Rocket Star Destroyer moves through space,
      guarded by its convoy of BAT fighters.

INTERIOR: VADER'S STAR DESTROYER -- BRIDGE -- CONTROL DECK

         Vader stands in the back control area of his ship's bridge
      with a motley group of men and creatures. Admiral Piett and
      two controllers stand at the front of the bridge and watch the
      group with scorn.

PIETT: Bounty hunters. We don't need that scum.

FIRST CONTROLLER: Yes, sir.

PIETT: Those Rebels won't escape us.

         A second controller interrupts.

SECOND CONTROLLER: Sir, we have a priority signal from the Star
Destroyer Avenger.

PIETT: Right.

         The group standing before Vader is a bizarre array of
      galactic fortune hunters: There is Bossk, a slimy, tentacled
      monster with two huge, bloodshot eyes in a soft baggy face;
      Haunter and Gengar, two battle-scarred, mangy Ghost types;
      IG-88, a battered, tarnished chrome war droid; and A.J. Fett,
      a man in a weapon-covered armored space suit standing with a
      Sandshrew.

VADER: ...there will be a substantial reward for the one who finds
the Millennium Pidgeot. You are free to use any methods necessary, but
I want them alive. No disintegrations.

A.J. FETT: If you say so.

         At that moment, Admiral Piett approaches Vader in a rush of
      excitement.

PIETT: Lord Vader! My lord, we have them.


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