The REAL story behind Star Wars... part XIII

53. EXT. TATOOINE - WASTELAND- NEAR THE BINS.

The sooperdooperlanderspeeder stops before what remains of the huge Jawas Sandcrawler. Osiris and Ma-jin walk among the smoldering rubble, plastic beach toys and scattered bodies.

OSIRIS
It looks like Sandcastle people did this, all right. Look, here are Goofy sticks, Banthaphant tracks. It's just...I never heard of them hitting anything this big before, mostly because they're such appalling shots.

Osiris is crouching in the sand studying the tracks and rifling through the pockets of dead Jawas.

MA-JIN
They didn't. But we are meant to think they did. These tracks are side by side. Sandcastle people always ride single file, like a chorus line, to hide their numbers.

OSIRIS
These are the same Jawas that sold us Ajay and Deepio.

MA-JIN
And these blast points, too accurate for Sandcastle people. Only Imperial stormtroopers are so precise- though, they still missed obvious targets, such as the side of that barn.

OSIRIS
Why would Imperial troops want to slaughter Jawas? I mean, they don't needs droids, and you can get these beachs towels in Mos Eisely.

Osiris looks back at the speeder where Ajay and Deepio are prodding dead Jawas with sticks, and puts two and two together- which, in his head, equal seven and a half.

OSIRIS- (SMELL THE BURNING COGS IN HIS BRAIN)
If they traced the robots here (smoulder), they may have learned who they sold them to. And that would lead them home!

Osiris reaches a sudden horrible realization, then races for the speeder and jumps into it, crushing his packed lunch.

MA-JIN
Wait, Osiris! It's too dangerous. Oh for... you stood on my floury bap!

Osiris races off leaving Ma-jin and the two robots alone with the burning Sandcrawler. They aren't happy, in a desert, without baps and water. Cheers Osiris.

54. EXT. TATOOINE - WASTELAND... EXCITING INTERLUDE.

Osiris races across the wasteland in his battered Landspeeder. End exciting interlude.

55. EXT. TATOOINE - HOMESTEAD-THE SMELL OF BLUE MILK FILLS THE AIR.

The speeder roars up to the burning homestead. Osiris jumps out and runs to the smoking holes that were once his home, really, how can he tell the difference. Debris is scattered everywhere and it looks as if a great battle has taken place... if by great battle we're talking about old moisture farmers against a crack squad of plastic-clad clown-descendents.

OSIRIS-GIRLY, HIGH PITCHED EMO SCREAM.
Uncle Octavius! Aunt Billy Bob! Uncle Octavius!

Osiris stumbles around in a daze looking for his aunt and uncle. Suddenly he comes upon their smoldering remains. He is stunned, and cannot speak. Hate replaces fear and a new resolve comes over him. They murdered his milk!