ALANA is listening while LUKE debriefs MON MOTHMA. THREEPIO enters.
THREEPIO: Em, excuse me, Master Luke? We have safely entered hyperspace and should arrive at Mon Calamar very soon.
LUKE: Thanks, Threepio.
THREEPIO sits down next to ALANA. LUKE turns back to MON MOTHMA.
LUKE: That's right; it’s as if Amedda’s simply vanished. After a thorough search conducted by the marshalls, Alana, and myself, it appears that the entire palace has been completely deserted.
MON MOTHMA: Well, if he has indeed fled, then the palace is yours, Luke. I would be glad to see it restored to its former beauty as a Jedi Temple.
LUKE: As would I, M’Lady. (smiles) Rest assured, it will no longer be desecrated by Mas Amedda and his ilk.
MON MOTHMA: Still, I won’t be surprised if we haven’t heard the last of him...
ALANA: And what about this mysterious attack from his aide? No doubt she is the one Barrola spoke of - the one with the red blade? She is clearly dangerous, and still at large.
LUKE: Yes, the dark side of the Force was certainly with her, and she fought well. By all accounts she is a Sith, and my feelings say that the two are in collusion; if we find one we will find the other. I just don’t understand how it is possible the Sith could still exist...
LUKE and MON MOTHMA give each other a concerned look. THREEPIO turns to ALANA and shakes his head.
THREEPIO: Goodness me... This is most puzzling, don’t you think?