the gray ship of the force

tellcassiopeia:

More transcripts from the book preview of “Jedi the Last,” the official Shakespearean adaptation of TLJ by Ian Doescher.

Hux: I live to serve. You have my thanks for your
Affirming words, strong Supreme Leader Snoke.

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Kylo: All that I have, thus have I giv'n to you,
To our First Order, to the dark side, too.

Snoke: Remove that cowardly, ridic'lous mask.
[Kylo removes his mask.]
Behold that face, with all too gentle look.
Thou hast too much of thy dead father’s heart,
Young Solo shouldst thou be, not Kylo Ren.

…..

Enter Poe Dameron. Leia slaps him immediately.

Thou art demoted on the instant, Poe.

Poe: How can thou speak so, worthy general?
We have a mighty Dreadnought taken down.
Pray, hear me, this indeed is life itself!

Leia: And what the cost–in life? In ships? In hope?

Poe: ‘Tis but a basic strategy of war:
Once battle hath begun, continue on–
Go not halfway toward a victory.
For if we do, then surely death doth hold
Illimit'ble dominion over all.

Leia: Pray, pull thy mind out of thy codpiece, Poe.

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Paige: Kick on the ladder. Kick! And kick again!
The shy remote must bring itself to me.
O sister, whom I think upon e'en now,
In this, the final moment of my life,
I bid thee be courageous when I’m gone.
Thou carriest the twin of this steel pendant–
Which I hold even now and think on thee–
And with it, sister, thou hast half my heart.
Another kick, rememb'ring thou still liv'st,
And lo, the bomb’s remote doth fall to me.
I clutch it, press the button, seal my fate–
The bombs will hit their mark, and I shall die,
That my sweet sister live another day.

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Leia: How shall a gen'ral find the time to grieve?
When I lost Han, I first was in denial,
Could not believe my paramour was gone.
Then came the anger, first for Leader Snoke,
Then for our galaxy, too mir’d in hate.
I bargain’d– yea, I did– with fickle Fate,
And wish’d that I could die instead of Han.
The feelings of depression follow’d next,
As I sunk to the depths of human pain.
Acceptance then should follow, yet ‘tis near
Impossible when others still are dying–

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Luke: Who art thou? Please, I bid thee honest be.

Rey: I know this place. I have been here before;
At least, seen from a certain point of view.

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Finn: If we propel to lightspeed’s blaze again,
They shall but find us easily once more,
And we shall have no fuel. ‘Tis o'er–we’re done.

Poe: Not yet, kind Finn, a notion comes to me–
The angel of the odd may yet watch o'er us.
[To Leia:] Permission to take forth my X-wing fighter,
To make explosions of what bothers us?

[Errors, if any, are mine.]