A small area, darkened. STEEL WALLS rise on either side. A small pool of light forms in the center--in that light is a BODY, unmoving. We can see faint, jagged stripes of RED and BLACK.

A ladder lowers. Two uniformed men climb down, MAINTENANCE WORKERS. They study the walls for a time, then notice the body.

Maintenance worker 1

What in the name of--

Maintenance worker 2

(walks over)

'E looks dead....

(nudges body with foot, at first slightly, then harder)

M.W. 2

Yeah, 'e's dead all right.

M.W. 1

(studies body)

Wonder who he was. Drug dealer, you think?

M.W. 2

I seen drug dealers before--

M.W. 1

Hey, he don't have no legs!

M.W 2

(irritated)

Well, that's prob'ly why 'e died, ain't it? Lemme finish!

M.W. 1

Sorry.

M.W. 2

As I was sayin', I seen drug dealers before, and this poor guy ain't one of 'im. Lookit the tattoos on 'im!

M.W. 1

Musta hurt.

M.W. 2

Well, guess we gotta take 'im back up...have 'im cremated.

(moves to pick body up, but notices a gleam of silver a ways away)

M.W. 2

(points)

Is that what I think it is?

M.W. 1

(picks it up; a long, cylindrical object, with openings on either side)

Yeah...it's one 'a those things the Jedi use...light swords, or sumthin' like that...

M.W. 2

Saber rods.

M.W. 1

Ain't it "lightsabers?"

M.W 2

(affectionate)

'Course not, dummy--I knows my stuff. That there's a Saber Rod.

M.W. 1

Think he was a Jedi?

M.W. 2

Hey--maybe 'e fell down here a month ago! Remember? There was sumthin' goin' on here with the Jedi and whatnot, a fight, and management was tryin' to cover it up?

M.W. 1

Yeah yeah yeah, I 'member that. One of 'em died here, wasn't it? Qui-what's-his-face?

M.W. 2

This might be 'im.

M.W. 1

But why would a Jedi have markings like this? They look real scary, and, you know...Jedi aren't supposed to be scary.

M.W. 2

True, true.

(Silence. They think.)

M.W. 2

(snaps fingers)

I got it! What if this chap's the one the Jedi was fightin'?

M.W. 1

Yeah! You're so smart.

M.W. 2

I know.

M.W. 1

He's probably a Sith.

M.W. 2

(balks)

Whattya you, nuts? They're not real!

M.W. 1

I'm just sayin'...I mean, who else would have a Saber Rod, but not be a Jedi? And the tattoos?

M.W. 2

Well--

M.W. 1

I'm telling you, this here chump's a Sith.

(both stare at the body, suddenly uncomfortable)

M.W. 2

Well, now I got the heebie-jeebies. Thanks for that.

M.W. 1

(lost in musing)

Musta been a hard end. No legs. And what if he didn't die when he landed? What if he just laid here?

M.W. 2

You ain't helpin'!

M.W. 1

But still...musta been a hard end. I wonder...

M.W. 2

(backing towards ladder)

Now what?

M.W.1

I wonder why he had to be killed at all. I mean, Jedi and Sith, they both use the Force, right?

M.W. 2

(pauses)

Of course.

M.W. 1

Then why couldn't they just, like, rehabilitate him or sumthin'? Makes no sense to kill one 'a your own kind.

M.W. 2

Can we talk about this later?

M.W. 1

One minute, will ya? It makes a man think!

M.W. 2

You ain't never thought in your entire life. Why start when there's a bleedin' Sith 'ere?

M.W. 1

He's dead.

M.W. 2

Fine. You stay. I'm gonna live, if you don't mind!

(frantically climbs up; the metallic clink of boots on metal fades steadily)

M.W. 1

Well...makes a man think...

(Echoes. He shudders, but stands resolute.)

M.W. 1

What I'm sayin' is that Jedi and Sith...light and dark, I guess...they ain't all that different, are they?

(walks to body, looking directly down into its face)

M.W. 1

It ain't your fault you ended up on the wrong side, is it? You thought what you was doin' was right, and you died for it. You thought you was usin' the Force the way its 'sposed to be used. It ain't your fault you're wrong, or that they thought you was. Light and dark, y'know...not all that different.

(cocks head, and smiles)

M.W. 1

But what am I sayin'? You can't even hear me.

(Businesslike, he bends down to lift the body--and it stirs feebly. He jumps back)

M.W. 1

Hey--no--what??? You're--you ain't--are ya???

(Pointing wildly at the body, he backs into the ladder. He turns and scrambles up without a backwards glance, yelling for all he's worth.)

M.W. 1

Wait for me, Mitch! I'm comin', don't leave me here!!

(Climbs up, offstage. The body stirs one final time, then resides, and nothing is left but the pool of light and the crushing silence.)

END