Frigate Main Docking Bay: The Millennium Falcon rests beyond the stolen Imperial Shuttle, which looks anomalous among all the Rebel ships in the vast docking bay. Chewie barks a final farewell to Lando and leads Artoo and Threepio up the shuttle, crowded now with the Rebel strike team loading weapons and supplies.
Lando turns to face Han. Luke and Leia have said their good-byes and start up the ramp.
HAN: Look. I want you to take her. I mean it. Take her. You need all the help you can get. She's the fastest ship in the fleet.
LANDO: All right, old buddy. You know, I know what she means to you. I'll take good care of her. She-she won't get a scratch. All right?
HAN (looks at him warmly): Right. I got your promise now. Not a scratch.
LANDO: Look, would you get going, you pirate.
Han and Lando pause, then exchange salutes.
LANDO: Good luck.
HAN: You, too.
Han goes up the ramp. Lando watches him go and then slowly turns away.
Imperial Shuttle Cockpit: Luke is working on a back control panel as Han comes in and takes the pilot's seat. Chewie, in the seat next to him, is trying to figure out all the Imperial controls.
HAN: You got her warmed?
LUKE: Yeah, she's comin' up.
Chewie growls a complaint.
HAN: No. I don't think the Empire had Wookiees in mind when they designed her, Chewie.
Leia comes in from the hold and takes her seat near Luke. Chewie barks and hits some switches.
Han's glance has stuck on something out the window: the Millennium Falcon. Han stares at the Falcon. Leia puts a hand on Han's shoulder.
LEIA: Hey, are you awake?
HAN: Yeah, I just got a funny feeling. Like I'm not gonna see her again.
Chewie, hearing this, stops his activity and looks longingly out at the Falcon, too.
LEIA (softly): Come on, General, let's move.
Han snaps back to life.
HAN: Right. Chewie, let's see what this piece of junk can do. Ready, everybody?
LUKE: All set.
THREEPIO: Here we go again.
HAN: All right, hang on.
The stolen Imperial shuttle leaves the main docking bay of the Headquarters Frigate, lowers its wings into flight position, and zooms off into space.
Endor Orbit: The unfinished Death Star, a rondure of metallic destruction against the background of the vivid blue green planet.
Emperor's Throne Room: The converted control room is dimly lit, except for a pool of light at the far end. There the Emperor stands near an elaborate control chair before a large window which looks out across the half-completed Death Star to the giant green moon of Endor. Darth Vader, standing with other members of the Imperial council, cautiously approaches his master. The ruler's back is to Vader. After several tense moments, the Emperor turns to face him.
VADER: What is thy bidding, my Master?
EMPEROR: Send the fleet to the far side of Endor. There it will stay until called for.
VADER: What of the reports of the Rebel fleet massing near Sullust?
EMPEROR: It is of no concern. Soon the Rebellion will be crushed and young Skywalker will be one of us! Your work here is finished, my friend. Go out to the command ship and await my orders.
VADER: Yes, my Master.
Vader bows, then turns and exits the throne room as the Emperor walks toward the waiting council members.
There is a great deal of Imperial traffic in the area as construction proceeds on the Death Star. Transports, TIE fighters, and a few Star Destroyers move about. Now the huge Super Star Destroyer announces itself with a low roar and soon fills the frame.
Stolen Imperial Shuttle Cockpit: Han looks back at Luke and Leia as Chewie flips several switches. Through the viewscreen, the Death Star and the huge Super Star Destroyer can be seen.
HAN: If they don't go for this, we're gonna have to get outta here pretty quick, Chewie.
Chewie growls his agreement.
CONTROLLER (over radio): We have you on our screen now. Please identify.
HAN: Shuttle Tydirium requesting deactivation of the deflector shield.