NC-217's Dream: A Short Screenplay
Setting: An empty cafeteria, with a large window looking out upon a starry sky. Two armored Imperial Storm Troopers walk into the room, chatting amicably, carrying lunch boxes. They sit down and remove their helmets. NC-217 is a young, blond man in his late teens. PG-8115 is a few years older, with dark hair. They open their lunch boxes and begin to eat. 217: [Around mouthfuls of food] So, I had the craziest dream last night. 8115: Yeah? 217: Yeah. You were in it, too. There was this big rebellion against the Empire... 8115: [Snorts loudly] Like that's gonna happen. I'm telling you, kid, this Death Star is the key to peace in this galaxy. Once we finish welding those blast grates over the thermal exhaust ports...Nobody's gonna make trouble now. 217: Yeah, but in this dream, there was a rebellion, and get this--you and me were in it. I think we were even some kind of leader...