Did you hear that? They’ve shut down the main reactor. We’ll be destroyed for sure. This is madness! We’re doomed! There’ll be no escape for the Princess this time. What’s that? Artoo! Artoo-Detoo, where are you? At last! Where have you been? They’re heading in this direction. What are we going to do? We’ll be sent to the spice mine of Kessel or smashed into who knows what! Wait a minute, where are you going? ...
Echo Three to Echo Seven. Han, old buddy, do you read me? Loud and clear, kid. What’s up? Well, I finished my circle. I don’t pick up any life readings. There isn’t enough life on this ice cube to fill a space cruiser. The sensors are placed. I’m going back. Right. I’ll see you shortly. There’s a meteorite that hit the ground near here. I want to check it out. It won’t take long. Hey, steady girl. What’s the matter? You smell something?
What is thy bidding, my master? There is a great disturbance in the Force. I have felt it. We have a new enemy - Luke Skywalker. Yes, my master. He could destroy us. He’s just a boy. Obi-Wan can no longer help him. The Force is strong with him. The son of Skywalker must not become a Jedi. If he could be turned, he would become a powerful ally. Yes. Yes. He would be a great asset. Can it be done? He will join us or die, my master.
General, I’ve got to leave. I can’t stay anymore. I’m sorry to hear that. Well, there’s a price on my head. If I don’t pay off Jabba the Hut, I’m a dead man. A death mark’s not an easy thing to live with. You’re a good fighter, Solo. I hate to lose you. Thank you, General.
Sir, Commander Skywalker hasn’t come in through the south entrance. He might have forgotten to check in. Not likely. Are the speeders ready? Not yet. We’re having some trouble adapting them to the cold. Then we’ll have to go out on Tauntauns. Sir, the temperature’s dropping too rapidly. That’s right. And my friends out in it. I’ll cover sector twelve. Have com-control set screen alpha. Your Tauntaun’ll freeze before you reach the first marker. Then I’ll see you in hell!
The security codes has been changed! Artoo, you can tell the computer to override the security system. Attention! This is Lando Calrissian. The Empire has takes control of the city. I advise everyone to leave before more Imperial troops arrive. This way. Don’t blame me. I’m an interpreter. I’m not supposed to know a power socket from a computer terminal. What are you talking about? We’re not interested in the hyperdrive on the Millennium Falcon. It’s fixed! Just open the door, you stupid lump.
The last several months have been a hallowing and trying experience. I lost another toe this winter. Seven still remain, faithful friends as they are. This wilderness in which I’ve become accustom is unforgiving as my father; as cold as my mother.
I have been whittling a pinhole camera out of elk antlers, purposing to record my surroundings for those that come after me. Having forgone a dozen, dozen meals and resigning myself to a strict and exhausting diet of berries and insects, my work has finally been completed. My bones are weak and have begun to protrude from my body. My muscles are weak. My arms oft dangle, with no strength to lift them. Using trout skin as a film substitute I’ve managed to capture and record the raw wild in which I have been living these past nine years. May my pain bring you joy and wonderment, and may you enjoy the appendages you still possess, while you still possess them.
I finally braved the journey that not long ago laid plans to thwart me and take my life. The ridge haunted me. Mocked me. Controlled me.
But I have prevailed. I have conquered. And I have had my worst fears realized. This land is but the isle of my demise. No hope is there for me and my cause. I am alone. I will survive. This marks day 3,144 of my solitude.
Were I to die tonight, I’d be more of a man tomorrow.