VADER'S STAR DESTROYER: Vader's Imperial Star Destroyer moves through space, guarded by its convoy of TIE fighters.
BRIDGE - CONTROL DECK: Vader stands in the back control area of his ship's bridge with a motley group of men and creatures. Admiral Piett and two controllers stand at the front of the bridge and watch the group with scorn.
PIETT: Bounty hunters. We don't need that scum.
FIRST CONTROLLER: Yes, sir.
PIETT: Those Rebels won't escape us.
Piett looks up from the recessed control deck. Looking straight at him, an alien bounty hunter who makes a nasty grunt. A second controller interrupts.
SECOND CONTROLLER: Sir, we have a priority signal from the Star Destroyer Avenger.
The group standing before Vader is a bizarre array of galactic fortune hunters. There is Bossk, a slimy, tentacled monster with two huge, bloodshot eyes in a soft baggy face; Zuckuss and Dengar, two battle-scarred, mangy human types; IG-88, a battered, tarnished chrome war droid; and Boba Fett, a man in a weapon-covered armored space suit.
VADER: ... there will be a substantial reward for the one who finds the Millennium Falcon. You are free to use any methods necessary, but I want them alive.
VADER: No disintegrations.
BOBA FETT: As you wish.
At that moment, Admiral Piett approaches Vader in a rush of excitement.
PIETT: Lord Vader! My lord, we have them.
IMPERIAL STAR DESTROYER, AVENGER: The Millennium Falcon speeds through deep space, closely followed by a firing Imperial Star Destroyer.
The Falcon shudders as flak explodes near the cockpit window. Threepio checks a tracking scope an the side control panel while Leia watches tensely out the window.
THREEPIO: Oh, thank goodness we're coming out of the asteroid field.
A bolt from the Star Destroyer sets up a fiery explosion on the back side of the Falcon, causing it to lurch to one side. The Falcon is hit hard by another bolt from the Star Destroyer which creates a huge explosion near the cockpit of the smaller ship. The Falcon tilts steeply, then rights itself.
an corrects the angle of his ship.
HAN: Let's get out of here. Ready for light-speed? One... two... three!
Han pulls back on the hyperspace throttle and - nothing happens. Flak bursts continue to rock the ship.
HAN (frantic): It's not fair!
Chewie is very angry and starts to growl and bark at his friend and captain. Again, Han desperately pulls back on the throttle.
HAN: The transfer circuits are working. It's not my fault!
Chewie puts his head in his hands, whining.
LEIA (almost expecting it): No light-speed?
HAN: It's not my fault.
The Avenger continues it's onslaught on the Falcon, diving below the Destroyer avoiding blasts close enough to jar the pirate ship.
THREEPIO: Sir, we just lost the main rear deflector shield. One more direct hit on the back quarter and we're done for.
Han pauses for a moment, makes a decision, and pulls back on a lever.
HAN: Turn her around. Chewie barks in puzzlement.
HAN: I said turn her around! I'm going to put all power in the front shield.
LEIA: You're going to attack them?!
THREEPIO: Sir, the odds of surviving a direct assault on an Imperial Star Destroyer...
LEIA: Shut up!
The Falcon banks, makes a steep, twisting turn.
In the next moment it is racing toward the Star Destroyer, looking very small against the massive surface of the Imperial ship. As it moves across the surface of the Star Destroyer, the Falcon bobs and weaves to avoid the numerous flak bursts.
The tiny Falcon heads directly for the Avenger's bridge. The Imperials stationed there are stunned to see the small spaceship racing low across the hull, headed directly at the huge windows of the bridge area. Alarms go off everywhere.
The Destroyer's commander, Captain Needa, can scarcely believe his eyes.
NEEDA: They're moving to attack position! Shields up!
Needa and his men duck as the Falcon nears the bridge window. At the last minute, the Falcon veers off and out of sight. All is quiet.
NEEDA: Track them. They may come around for another pass.
TRACKING OFFICER: Captain Needa, the ship no longer appears on our scopes.
NEEDA: They can't have disappeared. No ship that small has a cloaking device.
TRACKING OFFICER: Well, there's no trace of them, sir.
COMMUNICATIONS OFFICER: Captain, Lord Vader demands an update on the pursuit.
NEEDA (drawing a breath): Get a shuttle ready. I shall assume full responsibility for losing them, and apologize to Lord Vader. Meanwhile, continue to scan the area.
COMMUNICATIONS OFFICER: Yes, Captain Needa.