pg.4: Yet both massive G1 and G2 stars orbited a common center with perculiar regularity, and Tatooine circled them far enough out to permit the development of a rather stable, if exquisitely hot, climate.
pg.4-5: That same sunlight suddenly shone on the thin skin of a metallic shape falling crazily toward the atmosphere. the erratic course the galactic cruiser was traveling was intentional, not the product of injury but of a desperate desire to avoid it.
pg.6: Threepio turned his smooth, humanlike head to one side. Metallic ears listened intently. The imitation of a human pose was hardly necessary--Threepio's auditory sensors were fully omnidirectional--but the slim robot had been programmed to blend perfectly among human company. This program extended even to mimicry of human gestures.
pg.6: "We can't enter atrmosphere with our main stabilizer fin destroyed."	Threepio commenting on the damage to the Tantive IV
pg.7: Both robots knew that no machine could match the fluidity with which those shapes moved and instantly assumed fighting postures. These new arrivals were humans in armor, not mechanicals. pg.8: "I should have known better than to trust the logic of a half-sized thermocapsulary dehousing assister. I don't know why you insisted we leave our assigned stations" pg.9: Robots were occasionally subject to electronic hallucinations, pg.10: An Imperial officer, his armored helmet shoved back to reveal a recent scar where an energy beam had penetrated his shielding, pg.11: When he looked back, Artoo was already working his way into the cramped boat pod. It was just large enough to hold several humans, and its design was not laid out to accomodate mechanicals.
pg.12: He was listening with pleasure to the proceedings on the captured vessel when one of his chief gunnery officers called to him. Moving to the man's position, the Captain stared into a circular viewscreen and saw a tiny dot dropping away toward the fiery world below.	The officers were watching the escape pod via viewscreen, not a window.
pg.12: "There goes another pod sir. Instructions?" The officer's hand hovered over a computerized energy battery.	Star Destroyer Devestator computer-controlled weaponry
pg.14: Luke Skywalker was twice the age of the ten year old vaporator, but much less secure.	Luke Skywalker is 20 years old at the time of A New Hope
pg.15: Still no sign of a cloud, and he knew there never would be unless he got that vaporator working.	Vaporators aid in the formation of clouds in the atmosphere
pg.16: A dog barked in the distance, the sole sign of habitation until a lone old woman appeared and started across the street.	First mention of an Earth animal in the GFFA
pg.26: "Your uncle could hold off a whole colony of radiers with one blaster." pg.27: There were any number of extraordinary features unique to Tatooine's surface. Outstanding among them were the mysterious mists which rose regularly from the ground at the points where desert sands washed up against unyielding cliffs and mesas. pg.28: Artoo Detoo could hear them but failed to comprehend anything. He need not have been embarassed at his failure. If thery so wished, only jawas could understand other jawas, for they employed a randomly variable language that drove linguistics mad. pg.29: "Some of you still don't seem to realize how well equipped and organized the rebel Alliance is. Their vessels are excellent, their pilots better." pg.30: An older officer, with facial scars so deeply engraved that even the best cosmetic surgery could not fully repair them, shifted nervously in his chair.
pg.31: Tarkin shook the Dark Lord off, something no one else at the table would have dared to do.	Tarkin must be aware of an order from the Emperor to Vader that he's not to be harmed
pg.31: "After many long years of secretive construction," he declared with evident pleasure, "this station has become the decisive force in this part of the universe."	Confirmation that the first Death Star took many years to build. Reinforces the ending of Revenge Of The Sith
31:A huge metal-clad hand gestured slightly, and one of the filled cups on the table drifted responsively into it.	Vader about to drink with the mask on?
pg.32: "As the Emperor wills it," Vader added, not without sarcasm, "so shall it be." If any of the powerful men seated at the table found this disrespectful tone objectionable, a glance at Tagge was sufficient to dissuade them from mentioning it.	Vader seems to have grown tired of being Palpatine's apprentice after 20 years, and doesn't care that anyone knows it.
pg.33: Leaning over his still-motionless companion, he began a steady shaking of the barrel-like torso. Epidermal sensors were activated on the Artoo unit, and the lights on the front side of the little robot began a sequential awakening.
pg.33: Thoughts of escape did not enter his mind. Such a concept was utterly alien to a mechanical. The more intelligent a robot was, the more abhorrent and unthinkable the concept. Besides, had he tried to escape, built-in sensors would have detected the critical logic malfunction and melted every circuit in his brain. pg.34: One of his many human-analog functions was the ability to react naturally to offensive odors.	C3P0's functions and limitations
pg.34: When they wished it, the jawas could be understood.
pg.35:"I've been programmed for over thirty secondary functions that require only..."	C3P0's many secondary functions
pg.37: Though inherently cowards, the tiny deset scavengers could be pushed too far. The sandcrawler could flatten the homestead--at the risk of inciting the human community to lethal vengeance. pg.39: Sarcasm was difficult for even an extremely sophisticated robot to detect so Threepio considered the question objectively before finally replying, "I don't think so, sir. I'm only a third-degree droid and not very knowledable about such things as transatomic physics."
pg.40: "Looks like you've both seen a lot of action out of the ordinary." "Indeed, sir," Threepio admitted, forgetting to drop the honorific. This time Luke was too absorbed elsewhere to correct him. "Sometimes I'm amazed we're in as good shape as we are." He added as an afterthought, while still shying away from the thrust of Luke's question.	C3P0 protecting the identity of Princess Leia
pg.41: Despite a superficial sharpness, the image flickered and jiggled unsteadily, as if the recording had been made and installed with haste.	Leia's holo message. Holos recorded in a hurry suffer picture resolution
pg.43: "Uncle Owen and a few of the other farmers say he's a sorcerer."	Description of Ben Kenobi
pg.48: Soon, for the first time, those sands would blossom with food plants.	The coming harvest on Tatooine
pg.51:"This is definitely the pod that cleared the rebel ship sir, but there's nothing on board." "Yet it set down intact," the officer was murmuring to himself. "It could have done so on automatics, but if it was a true malfunction, then they shouldn't have been engaged." pg.51-52: Luke leaned back in the seat, luxuriating in unaccostomed relaxation as Threepio skillfully directed the powerful landcraft around dunes and rocky outcrops. "You handle a landspeeder pretty well, for a machine," he noted admiringly. "Thank you, sir," a gratified Threepio responded, his eyes never moving from the landscape ahead. "I was not lying to your uncle when I claimed versatility as my middle name. In fact, on occasion I have been called upon to perform unexpected functions in circumstances which would have appalled my designers." pg.52: Those eyes were not organic, but then, they weren't wholly mechanical, either. No one could say for certain, because no one had ever made that intimate a study of the Tusken Raiders--known less formally to the margin farmers of Tatooine simply as sand people. pg.54: Without warning the Artoo unit suddenly leaped off the ground--no mean feat considering the weakness of the spring mechanisms in his three thick legs.
pg.56: Made from cannibalized freighter plating the huge axe shattered the barrel and made metallic confetti of the gun's delicate insides.	Tusken Raider gaderffii stick
pg.58: The sound produced by a tiny pebble he dislodged was barely perceptible to his electronic sensors, but the whirled as if shot.	Artoo's Ben Kenobi observation
pg.60: "That's a Krayt dragon call!" Luke gaped in astonishment. "How did you do that?"	Luke comments on the sound Kenobi uses to scare away the Tuskin Raiders. One has to wonder, after seeing Anakin's attack on the Raider camp in AOTC, if Kenobi's brown cloak and lightsaber isn't what scares the sand people more than a Krayt dragon call
pg.61: Luke spent several hours ignoring the temptations of Kenobi's cave. Instead he remained in the corner which was equipped as a compact yet complete repair shop, working to fix Threepio's severed arm. Fortunately, the automatic overload disconnects had given way under the severe strain, sealing electronic nerves and ganglia without real damage. Repair was merely a matter of reattaching the limb to the shoulder, then activating the self-reseals. Had the arm been broken in mid-"bone", instead of at a joint, such repairs would have been impossible save at a factory shop.
pg.62: The image continued to flicker, indicating a tape hastily prepared. But it was much sharper, better defined now, Luke noted with admiration. One thing was apparent: Kenobi was skilled in subjects more specific than desert scavenging.
pg.65: "If you'll not be needing me," Threepio declared, "I think I'll shut down for a bit. It will help the armature nerves to knit, and I'm due for some internal self-cleansing anyhow."
pg.65: "Your father's lightsaber," Kenobi told him. "At one time they were widely used. Still are, in certain galactic quarters."
pg.65: Strangely, Luke felt no heat from it, though he was very careful not to touch it. He knew what a lightsaber could do, though he had never seen one before.
pg.68: The metal door which began moving aside was as thick as her body--as if, she mused bitterly, they were afraid she might break through anything less massive with her bare hands.	Leia in her holding cell-thickness of metal cell door
pg.69: Leia studied the contraption fearfully. She had heard rumors of such machines, but had never really believed that Imperial technicians would construct such a monstrosity. Incorporated into its soulless memory was every barbarity, every substantiated outrage known to mankind--and to several alien races as well.	Imperial Interrogator droid
pg.70: Luke turned the speeder. Before long the rising wisps of smoke that Kenobi had somehow detected earlier became visible to him also. pg.72: The tridimensional solid screen filled one wall of the vast chamber from floor to ceiling. It showed a million star systems. A tiny portion of the galaxy, but an impressive display nonetheless when exhibited in such a fashion. pg.73: Kenobi's pride did not prevent him from wrapping an old scarf over his nose and mouth to filter out a portion of the bonfire's drifting putrid odor. Though possessed of olfactory sensory apparatus, Artoo Detoo and Threepio had no need of such a screen. Even Threepio, who was equipped to discriminate among aromatic asthetics, could be artifically selective when he wanted to. pg.79: -Ben who was talking to the Wookiee in its own language, quarreling and hooting softly like a native. pg.90: Docking bay ninety-four, Luke noted, was no different in appearance from a host of other grandiosely named docking bays scattered throughout Mos Eisley. It consisted mostly of an entrance rampway and an enormous pit gouged from the rocky soil. This served as clearance radii for the effects of the simple antigrav which boosted all spacecraft clear of the gravitational field of the planet. The mathematics of spacedrive were simple enough even to Luke. Antigrav could operate only when there was a sufficient gravity well to push against--like that of a planet--whereas supralight travel could only take place when a ship was clear of the same gravity. Hence the necessity for the dual-drive system on any extrasystem craft.
pg.91: "She'll make point five factors beyond lightspeed."	Solo's slightly different speed rating for the Millennium Falcon
pg.94: Luke had a retort poised on his lips. It was wiped out as he threw up his arms to ward off a brilliant red flash which gave black space outside the viewport the temporary aspect of the surface of a sun. Kenobi, Solo, and even Chewbacca did likewise, since the proximity of the explosion nearly overrode the phototropic shielding. pg.94: "We're still within the gravitational influence of Tatooine," came the cool response. "It will be a few minutes yet before the navigation computer can compensate and effect an accurate jump. I could override its decision, but the hyperdrive would likely shread itself. That would give me a nice hold full of scrap metal in addition to you four." pg.95: Despite the evidence of the small green gem of a world entered in the screen, he formally announced, "We have entered the Alderaan system. We await your order." pg.95: "This station is the final link in the new-forged Imperial chain which will bind the million systems of the galactic Empire once and for all." pg.96: A voice announced over a hidden speaker that they had approached within antigrav range of Alderaan--approximately six planetary diameters. pg.99: "No one, not even the Jedi scientists, were able to truly define the Force." pg.102: Gigantic chunks of glowing stone appeared out of the nothingness, barely shunted aside by the ship's deflectors. The strain caused the Millennium Falcon to begin shuddering violently. "What the--?" a thoroughly startled Solo muttered. Next to him, Chewbacca offered no comment of his own as he flipped off several controls and activated others. Only the fact that the cautious Solo always emerged from supralight travel with his deflectors up--just in case any of many unfriendly folks might be waiting for him--had saved the freighter from instant destruction. pg.102: "I've triple-checked the coordinates, and there's nothing wrong with the nav 'puter. We ought to be standing out one planetary diameter from the surface. The planet's glow should be filling the cockpit, but--there's nothing out there. Nothing but debris." He paused. "Judging from the level of wild energy outside and the amount of solid waste, I'd guess that Alderaan's been...blown away. Totally." "Destroyed," Luke whispered, overwhelmed at the specter raised by such an unimaginable disaster. "But-how?" "The Empire," a voice declared firmly. Ben Kenobi had come in behind Luke, and his attention was held by the emptiness ahead as well as the import behind it. "No." Solo was shaking his head slowly. In his own way even he was stunned by the enormity of what the old man was suggesting. That a human agency had been responsible for the annihilation of an entire population, of a planet itself... "No...the entire Imperial fleet couldn't have done this. It would take a thousand ships massing a lot more firepower than has ever existed." pg.104: "Although, according to the atlas, Alderaan had no moons." pg.106: "The defense systems on Alderaan, despite the Senator's protestations to the contrary, were as strong as any in the Empire." pg.115: Luke studied the operating panel, then tried to sound at once knowledgeable and important as he spoke into the pickup grid. Instead, he sounded nervous and scared, but the elevator was a pure-response mechanism, not programmed to differentiate the appropriateness of emotions conveyed vocally. pg.117: Apparently there were audio as well as visual links between this detention station and elsewhere.
pg.118: Turning his pistol to maximum and hoping it wouldn't melt in his hand before it broke through, he opened fire on the door. When the weapon became too hot to hold, he tossed it from hand to hand. As he did so the smoke had time to clear, and he saw with some surprise that the door had been blown away.	Stormtrooper blaster max power setting melting through a cell door as thick as Leia's body.
pg.121: A last glance and the bolt detonated almost on top of them. pg.124: As they departed it occurred to the guard that the taller of the two 'droids was of a type he had never seen before. He shrugged. That was not surprising on a station of this size. pg.130: Seeing that the ten had halted, Solo likewise slowed. Gradually, he came to a complete stop. Corellian and Imperials regarded one another silently. Several of the troopers were staring, not at Han but past him. It suddenly occurred to Solo that he was very much alone, and the same thought was beginning to seep into the minds of the guards he was confronting. Embarassment gave way rapidly to anger. Rifles and pistols started to come up. Solo took a step backward, fired one shot, then turned and ran like hell. pg.132: "This is a shield-rated door, but it won't hold them back very long." pg.132: Some desperate searching produced nothing, while an ominous pounding and hissing sounded from behind the frozen door. A small spot of white appeared in the center of the metal, then began to spread and smoke. pg.132: The cable coiled tightly in small loops was thin and fragile seeming, but it was general military-issue line and would have supported Chewbacca's weight easily. pg.133: The hatch door behind them was now a molten white, and liquid metal was running steadily from its borders. pg.134: Despite his immense strength, the Wookiee was not built for long-distance sprinting. Only his enormous stride had enabled him to keep pace with the lithe Corellian.
pg.134: Ben Kenobi ducked into the shadows of a narrow passageway, seeming to become part of the metal itself as a large cluster of troopers hurried past them. Pausing to make certain they had all passed, he checked the corridor ahead before starting down it. But he failed to see the dark silhouette which eclipsed the light far behind him.	Kenobi can cloak himself, blending into the walls around him. Vader can sense Kenobi, but Kenobi can't sense Vader.
pg.135: Ben sensed something directly ahead and slowed cautiously. It had a most familiar feel to it, a half-remembered mental odor he could not quite place. Then the figure stepped out in front of him, blocking his entry to the hangar not five meters away. The outline and size of the figure completed the momentary puzzle. It was the maturity of the mind he had sensed that had temporarily confused him. pg.135-136: Kenobi blinked once, shook his head, and tried to clear his eyes, which hadbegun to water slightly. Sweat beaded up on his forehead, and his eyelids fluttered again. pg.140-141: Another fighter unloosed a barrage on the freighter, only this time the bolt pierced an overloaded screen and actually struck the side of the ship. Though partially deflected, it still carried enough power to blow out a large control panel in the main passageway, sending a rain of sparks and smoke in all directions. pg.143: Yavin was not a habitable world. The huge gas giant was patterned with pastel high-altitude cloud formations. Here and there the softly lambent atmosphere was molded by cyclonic storms composed of six-hundred-kilometer-per-hour winds which boiled rolling gasses up from the Yavinesque troposphere. pg.144: It was a temple, a roughly pyramidal structure structure so colossal that it seemed impossible it could have been built without the aid of modern gravitonic construction techniques. Yet all evidence pointed only to simple machines, hand technology--and, perhaps, devices alien and long lost. pg.145-146: Luke was treated to a sight unique in his experience, unique in most men's. Several Rebel technicians walked up to Artoo Detoo, positioned themselves around him, and gently hoisted him in their arms. This was the first, and probably the last time he would ever see a robot being carried respectfully by men. pg.146: Theoretically, no weapon could penetrate the exceptionally dense stone of the ancient temple, but Luke had seen the shattered remains of Alderaan and knew that for those in the incredible battle station the entire moon would present simply another abstract problem in mass-energy conversion. pg.146: On an array of screens and readouts nearby the technical information stored on the microscopic record tape within the robot's brain was being played out. Hours of it--diagrams, charts, statistics. pg.147: "The Imperial battle station you now all have heard of is approaching from the far side of Yavin and its sun." pg.148: "Also, their field generators will probably create a lot of distortion, especially in and around the trench. I figure that maneuverability in that sector will be less than point three." pg.151: "There's not much difference control-wise between an X-wing T65," Blue Leader went on, "and a skyhopper." pg.153-154: The man who had observed the byplay between Biggs and Luke now lowered his glare visor and adjusted his half-automatic, half-manual gunsights as he checked the ships to either side of him. pg.154: As he neared that threatening black sphere for the second time, Luke's breathing grew faster. Automatic life-support machinery detected the respiratory shift and compensated properly. pg.156: Soon a web of annihilation began to envelop the station as energy weapons, electrical bolts, and explosive solids ripped out at the oncoming rebel craft. pg.157: Energy bolts and sun-bright beams continued to create a chromatic maze in the space above the station as the rebel fighters crisscrossed back and forth over its surface, firing at whatever looked like a decent target. pg.157: "Lord Vader, we count at least thirty of them, of two types. They are so small and quick the fixed guns cannot follow them accurately. They continuously evade the predictors." pg.158: "Squad leaders--attention; squad leaders--attention! We've picked up a new set of signals from the other side of the station. Enemy fighters coming your way." pg.158: "Maintain visual scanning," Blue Leader directed. "With all this energy flying, they'll be on top of you before your scope can pick them up. Remember, they can jam every instrument on your ship except your eyes." pg.160: "The high-band reciever has failed. It will take some time to fix." "Do the best you can," Leia snapped. "Switch to audio only." pg.160: On the battle station, troopers worn half to death or deafened by the concussion of the big guns were replaced by fresh crews. pg.162: With his instrumentation not providing proper information, and at the altitude he was traveling, Porkins's ship was simple for one of the big, clumsy gun emplacements to track. It did as its designers had intended it should. Porkins's demise was as glorious as it was abrupt. pg.162: "Blue Leader, this is Red Leader," he announced into his mike. "We're starting our attack run. The exhaust port is located and marked. No flak, no enemy fighters up here-yet. Looks like we'll get at least one smooth run at it." pg.162: "This is it, boys. Remember, when you think you're close, go in closer before you drop that rock." pg.162: They reacted speedily, and soon energy bolts were racing at the attacking ships in a steadily increasing volume. Occasionally one would explode near one of the onrushing Y-wings, jostling it without real damage. pg.166: "This doesn't look right." he found himself muttering. Blue Ten sounded equally concerned. "You should be able to pick up the target by now." "I know. The disruption down here is unbelievable. I think my instruments are off. Is this the right trench?" pg.167: Blue Leader was amazed at how calm he was. The targeting device was partly responsible, enabling him to concentrate on tiny, abstract images to the exclusion of all else, helping him to shut out the rest of the inimical universe. pg.170: Luke didn't offer an evaluation--he was too busy holding a course through the turbulence produced by exploding bolts. Vader was setting his controls when one of his wingmen broke attack silence. "They're making their approach too fast-they'll never get out in time." "Stay with them," Vader commanded. "They're going too fast to get a fix," his other pilot announced with certainty. Vader studied several readouts and found that his sensors confirmed the other estimates. "They'll still have to slow down before they reach that tower." pg.174: The same distortion fields that confused rebel instrumentation now did likewise to the two TIE-fighters. pg.176: Space filled temporarily with trillions of microscopic metal fragments, propelled past the retreating ships by the liberated energy of a small artificial sun. The collapsed residue of the battle station would continue to consume itself for several days, forming for that brief span of time the most impressive tombstone in this corner of the cosmos.