The small SHUTTLE comes to rest. LUKE, ALANA, and THREEPIO are met at the bottom of the ramp by MON MOTHMA and her Galactic Alliance SECURITY CHIEF, CRISPIN HOEDAAK.
MON MOTHMA: Luke! It is so good to see you again since Endor!
LUKE: (bows) Likewise, My Lady. You certainly have been busy. Frankly, I’ve been starting to wonder if you were nothing more than a hologram!
MON MOTHMA: (laughs) Yes, I suppose I have been somewhat elusive, haven’t I? The re-formation of a functioning Senate body is no easy task! I’ve been from one end of the galaxy to the other trying to garner support...
HOEDAAK steps forward.
HOEDAAK: Excuse me, My Lady, but we really should get you inside, where it is safe.
MON MOTHMA: Yes, yes, alright Crispin. (to LUKE and ALANA, smiling) Now you see the real reason why nobody can ever seem to find me!
They laugh, and the GROUP walks away from the platform toward the SENATE BUILDING GRAND HALLWAY.