The Falcon veers out of the crater and back above the giant asteroid's surface. Rattled by the violent rocking of the starship, Threepio is nearly in hysterics.
THREEPIO: Oh, this is suicide! There's no where to go!
Han notices something on his main scope and nudges his faithful Wookiee, pointing. Out the cockpit window, they see that they are skimming the surface of the enormous asteroid and nearing a large crater.
HAN: There. That looks pretty good.
LEIA: What looks pretty good?
HAN: Yeah. That'll do nicely.
THREEPIO (to Leia): Excuse me, ma'am, but where are we going?
Han guides the Falcon in a vertical near 360 degree loop, targeting the crater hole.
The Millennium Falcon dives into the huge crater and disappears.
The Falcon races down into the crater. The walls are barely visible as the ship speed through the tunnel-like opening.
LEIA: I hope you know what you're doing.
HAN: Yeah, me too.
The tiny X-wing speeds toward the cloud cover of Dagobah. Artoo, riding on the back of the fighter, turns his head back and forth with some anxiety. Luke watches Artoo's words as they are translated and screened on the computer scope.
LUKE (into comlink): Yes, that's it. Dagobah.
Artoo beeps a hopeful inquiry.
LUKE (into comlink): No, I'm not going to change my mind about this. (getting a little nervous) I'm not picking up any cities or technology. Massive life-form readings, though. There's something alive down there...
Artoo beeps, this time a slightly worried question.
LUKE (into comlink): Yes, I'm sure it's perfectly safe for droids.
The X-wing continues its flight through the twilight above the cloud- covered planet. Luke sees the cloud race by as he takes his craft closer to the planet. He must operate his controls carefully since the cloud cover has completely obscured his vision. An alarm buzzes in the background, Artoo beeps and whistles frantically.
LUKE (into comlink): I know, I know! All the scopes are dead. I can't see a thing! Just hang on, I'm going to start the landing cycle...
The blast of the retrorockets is deafening, drowning out Artoo's electronic squeals. Suddenly, there is a cracking sound as if limbs were being broken off trees and then a tremendous jolt as the spacecraft stops. Luke pulls a switch and his canopy pops open.
DAGOBAH: The mist-shrouded X-wing fighter is almost invisible in the thick fog. Luke climbs out onto the long nose of the spacecraft as Artoo pops out of his cubbyhole on the back. The young warrior surveys the fog, which is barely pierced by the ship's landing lights.
About all he can make out are some giant, twisted trees nearby. Artoo whistles anxiously.
LUKE: No, Artoo, you stay put. I'll have a look around.
Artoo lets out a short beep. As Luke moves along the nose, Artoo loses his balance and disappears with a splash into the boggy lake.
Luke kneels and leans over the plane looking for Artoo, but the water is still and reveals no sign of the little droid.
LUKE: Artoo! Where are you?
A small periscope breaks the surface of the water and a gurgly beep is heard. The periscope starts to move to shore.
LUKE: Artoo! You be more careful.
The outline of the shore is now more than ten feet away.
LUKE: Artoo - that way!
Relieved, Luke starts running along the nose of the fighter to its tip. Luke jumps off the plane into the water, scrambles up to the shore, and turns to look for Artoo. The periscope still steadily moves toward shore.
Suddenly, through the thick fog layer, a dark shape appears, moving toward the little droid. The dark, sinuous bog beast dives beneath the swampy water, making a loud clunk against Artoo's metal hull. The droid disappears from sight, uttering a pathetic electronic scream.
Pulling out his blaster, Luke wades a few feet into the murky pool, looking for any sign of his little friend.
The black surface is still as death itself... until a few bubbles begin to appear. Then, phheewaat!! The runt-size robot is spit out of the water, makes a graceful arc, and comes crashing down into a patch of soft gray moss.
LUKE: Oh, no! Are you all right? Come on. You're lucky you don't taste very good. Anything broken?
Luke helps Artoo to his feet and begins wiping the mud and roots from his round metal body. Artoo responds with feeble, soggy beeps.
LUKE: If you're saying coming here was a bad idea, I'm beginning to agree with you. Oh, Artoo, what are we doing here? It's like... something out of a dream, or, I don't know. Maybe I'm just going crazy.
As Luke glances around at the spooky swamp jungle that surrounds him, Artoo ejects a stream of muddy water from one of his cranial ports.