TATOOINE - MOS EISLEY - STREET: Various strange forms of transport, including several unusual beasts of burden, are parked outside the bar.
The speeder pulls up in front of a rundown blockhouse cantina on the outskirts of the spaceport.
A Jawa runs up and begins to fondle the speeder.
THREEPIO: I can't abide these Jawas. Disgusting creatures.
As Luke gets out of the speeder he tries to shoo the Jawa away.
LUKE: Go on, go on. I can't understand how we got by those troopers. I thought we were dead.
BEN: The Force can have a strong influence on the weak-minded. You will find it a powerful ally.
LUKE: Do you really think we're going to find a pilot here that'll take us to Alderaan?
BEN: Well, most of the best freighter pilots can be found here. Only watch your step. This place can be a little rough.
LUKE: I'm ready for anything.
THREEPIO: Come along, Artoo.
MOS EISLEY - CANTINA: The young adventurer and his two mechanical servants follow Ben Kenobi into the smoke-filled cantina.
The murky, moldy den is filled with a startling array of weird and exotic alien creatures and monsters at the long metallic bar.
At first the sight is horrifying. One-eyed, thousand-eyed, slimy, furry, scaly, tentacled, and clawed creatures huddle over drinks.
Among the bar patrons of the bizarre are (from left to right) . . .
First Row: Hem Dazon - an Arcona, Kabe - a Chadra-Fan; Reegesk - a Ranat; Het Nkik - a Jawa.
Second Row: Dice Ibegon - a Lamproid; Kardue'sai'Malloc - a Devaronian; Muftak - a Talz; Ketwol - Pacithhip.
Third Row: Hrcheck Kal Fas - a Saurin; Momaw Nadon - an Ithorian; Melas - a Sarkan, Myo - an Abyssin.
Fourth Row: Feltipern Trevagg - a Gotal; Nabrun Leids - a Morseerian; Chachi De Maal - a Duros; M'iiyoom Onith - a H'nemthe.
(not all bar patron aliens were highlighted above)
The band playing are Bith from the planet Clak'dor VII, their band leader is Frigrin D'an.
Ben moves to an empty spot at the bar and talks to one of the Galactic pirates, Bo Shek.
A huge, rough-looking Bartender stops Luke and the robots.
BARTENDER: We don't serve their kind here!
Luke still recovering from the shock of seeing so many outlandish creatures, doesn't quite catch the bartender's drift.
BARTENDER: Your droids. They'll have to wait outside. We don't want them here.
LUKE: Listen, why don't you wait out by the speeder. We don't want any trouble.
THREEPIO: I heartily agree with you sir.
Threepio and his stubby partner go outside and most of the creatures at the bar go back to their drinks.
Luke cautiously walks up to the bar next to Ben and orders a drink from the grumpy bartender.
Ben is standing next to Chewbacca, an eight-foot-tall-savage-looking creature resembling a huge grey bushbaby monkey with fierce baboon-like fangs. His large blue eyes dominate a fur-covered face and soften his otherwise awesome appearance. Over his matted, furry body he wears two chrome bandoliers, and little else. He is a two-hundred-year-old Wookiee and a sight to behold.
Luke is quietly sipping his drink when a large, bug-eyed creature gives Luke a rough shove. He grunts a noise unintelligible to the human ear. The hideous freak is obviously drunk.
Luke tries to ignore the creature and turns back on his drink.
A grubby mutant-like human joins the belligerent monstrosity.
MUTANT HUMAN: He doesn't like you.
LUKE: I'm sorry.
MUTANT HUMAN: I don't like you either. You just watch yourself. We're wanted men. I have the death sentence on twelve systems.
LUKE: I'll be careful.
MUTANT HUMAN: You'll be dead!
Luke tries to remain cool but it isn't easy, old Ben moves in behind Luke.
BEN: This little one isn't worth the effort. Come let me buy you something . . .
A powerful blow from the unpleasant creature sends the young would-be Jedi sailing across the room, crashing through tables. The mutant-like human draws a wicked laser pistol from his belt and levels it at old Ben. The bartender panics and ducks behind the bar.
BARTENDER: No blasters! No blasters!
With astounding agility old Ben's laser sword sparks to life, he slices through both creatures with blinding speed.
In a flash, a severed, bloody arm lies on the floor. Ben carefully and precisely turns off his laser sword and replaces it on his utility belt.