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"Waiting for Yoda"
Samuel Beckett's Star Wars Slash Story
As Told to Ann Larimer
November 30, 1999
[SCENE: A remote beach on an even more remote planet. Or
perhaps it's a patch of desert. It doesn't really matter. The
suns have just gone down, and the lingering sky is still an
interesting color. To stage left, there is a single, leafless
tree - more like a large branch than a proper tree. Downstage,
two figures dressed in dull robes sit before a small fire. They
are QUI-GON JINN, a Jedi Master, and his Padawan Apprentice,
OBI-WAN KENOBI.]
[A few moments pass. OBI-WAN pokes at the fire with a stick.]
[After a few more moments, QUI-GON rises to his feet. He turns
his back to us, watching the backlit sky, and stretches.]
QUI-GON: My.
[OBI-WAN does not look at him. He is engrossed in the fire.]
[QUI-GON looks around, then crosses to the leafless tree. He
reaches up, and breaks off one of the remaining branches. It is
straightish, nearly ten feet long. He carries it back to the
fire, tucked under one arm, and for a moment we see him
silhouetted before the fire, the branch appearing to pierce his
heart. Obi-Wan happens to look up and see this.]
OBI-WAN: That would hurt.
QUI-GON: What?
OBI-WAN: Nothing.
[Qui-Gon shifts his grip and, with a series of CRACK!s breaks
it over his knee into manageable sections. He drops them, one
at a time, in the fire. Sparks fly up and the fire snaps and
pops.]
QUI-GON: Firewood.
[beat]
OBI-WAN: Gosh.
[beat]
OBI-WAN: Well done
[Qui-Gon sits next to Obi-Wan.]
[beat]
QUI-GON: Well.
OBI-WAN: Gosh.
QUI-GON: Well.
[beat]
OBI-WAN: Has any word come from the transport yet?
QUI-GON: Patience, my Padawan. It will be here soon.
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