The low-ceilinged WAR ROOM is filled with STARPILOTS and NAVIGATORS of all races and forms. WEDGE ANTILLES sits among them, along with a sprinkling of ASTROMECH DROIDS. ARTOO is plugged into a holographic emitter table in the center of the room, and THREEPIO stands next to the plucky little droid. LUKE is near the back with ALANA, OXUS, and the JEDI MASTERS. ALANA has changed from her dirty dress into a dazzling silver skirt. LANDO enters the room and moves through the crowd to join HAN and CHEWIE, who are in the front with LEIA and her STUDENT PILOTS. HAN claps him on the back.
HAN: Hey buddy! How’re you feelin’?
LANDO: All things considered, not too bad. The droids at the medical center are giving everyone a clean bill of health so far, but y’know, it’s still pretty creepy knowing someone had control of our minds...
LEIA: (chuckling) You should talk to Luke about that...
They all laugh and sit down. LANDO looks at DODONNA, RIEEKAN, MADINE, and ACKBAR, who are quietly conferring with several other Galactic Alliance LEADERS next to the projection table.
LANDO: So, I guess they’re keeping us busy, eh? ...Where’s Mon Mothma?
LEIA: She couldn’t make it. She’s on Coruscant, concluding her talks with the leaders on Granicus.
LANDO: Oh. That woman never stops, does she? Talk about keeping busy! I don’t know how she does it. Even when I was the administrator on Cloud City, I had to take a break every once in a while.
HAN: "Every once in a while?" Who’re you tryin’ to fool? You probably spent more time at the casino gambling tables than you did behind your desk!
LANDO gives a sheepish grin. Before he can reply, GENERAL DODONNA signals for attention and looks to LEIA.