LEIA: General Kenobi, years ago you served my father in the Clone Wars. Now he begs you to help him in his struggle against the Empire. I regret that I am unable to present my father's request to you in person, but my ship has fallen under attack and I'm afraid my mission to bring you to Alderaan has failed.
LEIA: I have placed information vital to the survival of the Rebellion into the memory systems of this R2 unit. My father will know how to retrieve it. You must see this droid safely delivered to him on Alderaan. This is our most desperate hour. Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi, you're my only hope.
There is a little static and the transmission is cut short. Old Ben leans back, Luke has stars in his eyes.
BEN: You must learn the ways of the Force if you're to come with me to Alderaan.
LUKE: (laughing) Alderaan? I'm not going to Alderaan. I've got to go home. It's late, I'm in for it as it is.
BEN: I need your help, Luke. She needs your help. I'm getting too old for this sort of thing.
LUKE: I can't get involved! I've got work to do! It's not that I like the Empire. I hate it! But there's nothing I can do about it right now. It's such a long way from here.
BEN: That's your uncle talking.
LUKE: (sighing) Oh, God, my uncle. How am I ever going to explain this?
BEN: Learn about the Force, Luke.
LUKE: Look, I can take you as far as Anchorhead. You can get a transport there to Mos Eisley or wherever you're going.
BEN: You must do what you feel is right, of course.
SPACE: An Imperial Stardestroyer heads toward the evil planet-like battle station: the Death Star!
DEATH STAR - CONFERENCE ROOM: Eight Imperial senators and generals sit around a black conference table. Imperial stormtroopers stand guard around the room. Commander Tagge, a young, slimy-looking general, is speaking.
TAGGE: Until this battle station is fully operational we are vulnerable. The Rebel Alliance is too well equipped. They're more dangerous than you realize.
MOTTI: Dangerous to your starfleet, Commander, not to this battle station!
TAGGE: The Rebellion will continue to gain a support in the Imperial Senate as long as . . . .
Suddenly all heads turn as Commander Tagge's speech is cut short and the Grand Moff Tarkin, governor of the Imperial outland regions, enters. He is followed by his powerful ally, The Sith Lord, Darth Vader. The thin, evil-looking governor takes his place at the head of the table. The Dark Lord stands behind him.
TARKIN: The Imperial Senate will no longer be of any concern to us. I've just received word that the Emperor has dissolved the council permanently. The last remnants of the Old Republic have been swept away.
TAGGE: That's impossible! How will the Emperor maintain control without the bureaucracy?
TARKIN: The regional governors now have direct control over territories. Fear will keep the local systems in line. Fear of this battle station.
TAGGE: And what of the Rebellion? If the Rebels have obtained a complete technical readout of this station, it is possible, however unlikely, that they might find a weakness and exploit it.
VADER: The plans you refer to will soon be back in our hands.
MOTTI: Any attack made by the Rebels against this station would be a useless gesture, no matter what technical data they've obtained. This station is now the ultimate power in the universe. I suggest we use it!
VADER: Don't be too proud of this technological terror you've constructed. The ability to destroy a planet is insignificant next to the power of the Force.
MOTTI: Don't try to frighten us with your sorcerer's ways, Lord Vader. Your sad devotion to that ancient religion has not helped you conjure up the stolen data tapes, or given you clairvoyance enough to find the Rebel's hidden fort . . .
Suddenly Motti chokes and starts to turn blue under Vader's spell.
VADER: I find your lack of faith disturbing.
TARKIN: Enough of this! Vader, release him!
VADER: As you wish.
TARKIN: This bickering is pointless. Lord Vader will provide us with the location of the Rebel fortress by the time this station is operational. We will then crush the Rebellion with one swift stroke.
TATOOINE - WASTELAND: The speeder stops before what remains of the huge Jawas Sandcrawler. Luke and Ben walk among the smoldering rubble and scattered bodies.
LUKE: It looks like Sandpeople did this, all right. Look, here are Gaffi sticks, Bantha tracks. It's just . . . I never heard of them hitting anything this big before.
BEN: They didn't. But we are meant to think they did. These tracks are side by side. Sandpeople always ride single file to hide there numbers.
LUKE: These are the same Jawas that sold us Artoo and Threepio.
BEN: And these blast points, too accurate for Sandpeople. Only Imperial stormtroopers are so precise.
LUKE: Why would Imperial troops want to slaughter Jawas?
Luke looks back at the speeder where Artoo and Threepio are inspecting the dead Jawas, and put two and two together.
LUKE: If they traced the robots here, they may have learned who they sold them to. And that would lead them home!
Luke reaches a sudden horrible realization, then races for the speeder and jumps it.
BEN: Wait, Luke! It's too dangerous.
Luke races off leaving Ben and the two robots alone with the burning Sandcrawler and heads across the wasteland in his battered Landspeeder.
LARS HOMESTEAD: The speeder roars up to the burning homestead.