Holy Spirit’s Annual Winterfest will be on February 12, 2017. This year’s theme is God Bless America. They will haveWatch yourself, Wedge! Three from above! Red Three, Red Two, pull in! Got it! Three of them coming in, twenty degrees! Cut to the left! I’ll take the leader! They’re heading for the medical frigate. Pressure’s steady. Only the fighters are attacking. I wonder what those Star Destroyers are waiting for. We’re in attack position now, sir. Hold here. We’re not going to attack? I have my orders from the Emperor himself. He has something special planned for them. We only need to keep them from escaping.
Tee chuta hhat yudd! Goodness gracious me! Artoo Detoowha bo Seethreepiowha ey toota odd mischka Jabba du Hutt. I don’t think they’re going to let us in, Artoo. We’d better go. Artoo, wait. Oh, dear! Artoo. Artoo, I really don’t think we should rush into all this. Oh, Artoo! Artoo, wait for me! Just you deliver Master Luke’s message and get us out of here. Oh my! Oh! Oh, no.
Die Wanna Wanga! Oh, my! Die Wanna Wauaga. We — we bring a message to your master, Jabba the Hutt…and a gift. Gift, what gift? Nee Jabba no badda. Me chaade su goodie. He says that our instructions are to give it only to Jabba himself. I’m terribly sorry. I’m afraid he’s ever so stubborn about these sort of things. Nudd Chaa. Artoo, I have a bad feeling about this. Good morning. Bo Shuda! The message, Artoo, the message.
I’m going in. Here goes nothing. Now lock onto the strongest power source. It should be the power generator. Form up. And stay alert. We could run out of space real fast. Split up and head back to the surface. See if you can get a few of those TIE fighters to follow you. Copy, Gold Leader. That was too close. We’ve got to give those fighters more time. Concentrate all fire on that Super Star Destroyer.
Good luck. You’re gonna need it. General Madine. We have stolen a small Imperial shuttle. Disguised as a cargo ship, and using a secret Imperial code, a strike team will land on the moon and deactivate the shield generator. Sounds dangerous. I wonder who they found to pull that off. General Solo, is your strike team assembled? Uh, my team’s ready. I don’t have a command crew for the shuttle. Rawwwrr! Well, it’s gonna be rough, pal. I didn’t want to speak for you. That’s one. Uh, General… count me in. I’m with you, too! What is it? Ask me again sometime. Luke. Hi, Han… Chewie. Exciting is hardly the word I would use.