Saga Star Wars: Episode 3D (Exactly what it says on the tin) NEWLY UPDATED April 23rd 2003

This is my fourth attempt (hence the D. Sorry, did you think it was gonna be in three-dimentional text? ) at getting this up and finished. Hope you enjoy. Feedback welcome, as always.

The following takes place between the hours of 9am and 10am:

Star Wars

Episode III

The Sith Have Vengeance

It is a time of unrest in the galaxy. While the Galactic Senate is still divided over the issue of fighting the dwindling separatist movement led by the former Jedi COUNT DOOKU, the Chancellor has maintained his control granted by emergency powers and continues to command the Republic's clone armies to maintain order in the galaxy.

Meanwhile the Jedi, devastated by losses from defending Republic worlds from separatist attacks, have been requested to hunt the leaders of the separatists. However, their small numbers force them to refuse, causing disruption and alarm across the galaxy.

The Senate now prepares to discuss a proposed act, which would bring the Jedi under their control?

**

A swarthy, bulbous craft pushes through the black ocean of space, tilting towards the side to bring itself level with the glowing, yellowing atmosphere of the capital world, with a smaller craft sliding along behind, almost invisible amongst the bustling space lanes. It dives through the smoky clouds, emerging beneath with thin strings of water slipping from it. The ship settles on a stubby platform hanging from the side of a grand building, and a gangly creature hauls himself awkwardly from the top hatch.

"Hellosa, Miss Padame!" the gungan bellowed.

A young woman, standing on the limb adjoining the platform to the structure, smiled softly as he padded towards her. "It was good of you to come, Jar-Jar," she said in a slightly broken voice. "I hope you were not too upset at having your leave disrupted," she finished, before turning back towards the building. Jar-Jar assured her in his own attempt at basic that he was happy to be doing his duty in replacing her, and apologised profusely, yet again, for getting things so wrong last time.

"Thisa time nuttin will go wrongo," he concluded, but Padme brushed his pink shoulder and shook her head.

"Perhaps you have done the right thing after all," she said sadly. "If it weren't for the new army, I? I fear the Jedi would be all but destroyed by now."

They continued on slowly, the slightly awkward silence disrupted by the distant rumblings of what must be heavy traffic in the skies. Padme looked up, shaken from her unsaid thoughts over which Jedi in particular she feared for, as the automatic door swept open earlier than she had expected. In that doorframe she saw the figure, his cloak drooping from the shoulders and the already lit weapon in his hands.

"Run, Padme, run!" he screamed, dashing through the door and hurling himself overhead.

Padme, having learned quickly to never question a Jedi, sprung towards the opening, dragging the bewildered gungan by the hand. She turned and crouched in the doorframe, watching as a small, spherical ship with flat, parallel side panels, slid between the building and the structures opposite, spraying green fire ahead of it, sparking explosions of glass, metal and stones.

Swiftly following the hostile craft, sluing around buildings and traffic on a path that hung between ingenious control and suicidal tendencies, the best starfighter pilot in the galaxy gave chase in the now familiar red Jedi craft.

"Anakin was right," Obi-Wan said quickly as he marched back to the politicians. He smiled at Jar-Jar, who was trying to disentangle his floppy ears from Padme's outfit after burying his head in her back in terror. Padme straightened, keeping her eyes gazing out into the city, and away from Obi-Wan.

"Right about what?" she asked, quietly.

"He believed the separatists would make an attack on the capital, and that you were in danger," Obi-Wan said, nodding to the smouldering hulk of Jar-Jar's craft which had been one of many casualties of the sprays of blaster fire. "And he promptly stole my ship to find the a

 

**

Anakin slammed the controls to the side, tearing his lean craft around a building, keeping his gunsights firmly locked onto his prey. He yanked back the triggers, sending a torrent of red laser fire lancing through the swarming traffic. Several bolts streaked into the flat side panels of the fleeing craft, whilst others spattered against the sides of numerous civilian ships that got in the way. Another lengthy burst hit home, smashing through the ball-like cockpit and shearing a side panel off, causing two hunks of wreckage to slew respectively into a the streets below and the wall of the endless city to the sides.

"That ship was weak," Anakin opined to himself, casually flicking the control stick around with his fingers to weave between unseen traffic as his eyes glanced around the sky for any more hostile craft. Soon he was satisfied there were none, and turned back for the temple.

**

Padme stepped out of the sterile corridor of the grand apartment building and into her slightly more homely living quarters. She threw a quick glance over her shoulder as the doors hissed to a close again, not entirely convinced that the Jedi who had insisted on escorting her had finally agreed to leave her. She turned back to see one of her servants rushing in from an adjacent room, and smiled warmly. "Dorme," she greeted her simply.

"M-miss Padme," the girl almost cried out breathlessly. "I was so worried! I feared you had been caught up in the attacks, and in all the chaos I could not reach you through the communications!"

"It's quite alright," Padme soothed her, taking a seat on the sleek couch and motioning for Dorme to do the same. "I am becoming quite used to the separatists taking pot shots at me. All loyalist politicians must be wary of it. Although," she added, showing Dorme a wry smile in an attempt to lessen the severity of the situation. "It may have been rather foolish meeting with my own replacement myself. If Jar-Jar and I had both been taken out of action, who knows what would happen."

"Oh, my lady, you should not say such things!" Dorme gasped, then calmed herself slightly. "Though I do not believe you or the Representative were the targets. I have been hearing reports of much destruction all over the area. They are saying the separatists were making random attacks. Even the Jedi starfighters caused damage in destroying them."

Padme sighed at the news, and shook her head slowly. "Something has to be done about this, quickly," she said, then groaned in frustration. "I wish the Chancellor had not forced me into taking leave again. I'm sure I could do something to help, even with the illness." She looked down at her hands, clasped in her lap, keeping her eyes away from Dorme.

"The Chancellor is concerned for you, my lady," Dorme responded gently. "He wishes to meet with you soon, to enquire on your health. He insists that you see medical personnel, and has already arranged for it. He is very worried."

"I'm starting to think the power has gone to his head," Padme muttered, fuming at his interference.

"I'm sure that your best interests are in his mind."

Padme sighed again, and nodded. "Perhaps it's for the best. I wouldn't be much use if my work made me worse. And they might be able to give me something for the sickness."

**

 

**

Obi-Wan stood in the centre of the Jedi Council chamber, surrounded by the stern faces, some unfamiliar and recent replacements of those lost in the Clone Wars, of the leaders of the Jedi Order. He kept his eyes firmly fixed on the higher powers amongst the council, Masters Yoda and Windu, who sat together before him, and continued to deliver his report on the day's proceedings. "As I escorted the Senator to safety, Anakin pursued the suspect and took him out. He should be returning to the hangars around now."

"Yes, we heard about the incident," Mace Windu replied slowly.

"However a report was not our reason for requesting your presence, Master Obi-Wan," Yoda concluded.

"Then why else was I summoned here, Masters?" Obi-Wan asked, throwing a slightly nervous glance around at the council members surrounding him.

"We have been informed that much of the damage to the city was caused by your apprentice's pursuit of the attacker, even more so than caused by the attack itself," Mace said, and sighed. "His chase was reckless, and several civilians were injured and much property damaged by what appears to be a rather aggressive assault on the hostile craft by your padawan."

"Yes, much anger I sensed went into his pursuit, caused by the Senator's influence I feel," Yoda said pointedly.

Obi-Wan nodded. "Yes, Masters, I'm afraid Anakin has become rather attached to her. I will speak with him, he must learn to not allow his emotions to control his actions in such a way."

"I'm sorry, Obi-Wan, but it is too late," Mace Windu responded slowly, leaning back in his seat and resting his elbow on its back. "In the current political climate we cannot possibly allow Anakin to continue his training after such an incident."

"Masters!" Obi-Wan protested, fretfully searching the faces of the council members around the room for any sign of support. "Surely he deserves another chance?"

"We must show ourselves to be in control, Obi-Wan. We must expel Anakin from the Jedi Order."

Obi-Wan took a final glance at Yoda, who lowered his ears sadly. "I understand," he said, taking a deep breath. "I? I should be the one to tell him."

**

Palpatine's body sat inert, arms draped limply over the high arms of the chair, his eyes covered with thin, wrinkled lids. They flickered open, a swirl of yellow and black, as one of the pair of red-clad guards made a small motion to open the door to the office. The Chancellor managed a small smile as Padme strode purposely into the room, and finally relaxed from her tensed state as soon as the door hissed to a close, and she dropped herself into the chair across the desk at Palpatine's gesture.

"Ah, m'lady, what a pleasure to see you again," he said. "I was quite terrified at hearing of your involvement in another separatist assault."

"Thank you for your concern, Chancellor," Padme replied, smiling in return. "But I am perfectly fine."

"Now that, I know, is not entirely the truth," Palpatine responded quickly, leaning forward across the desk with a terrible look of concern. "I am aware that your illness seems to be getting no better. After all, I was the one who insisted on your leave from the Senate. Have you seen a medic as I requested?"

"Yes, though it would seem it is not an illness after all," Padme said, hesitantly. She glanced over her shoulder fitfully, seemingly to ensure that the doors had fully closed behind her.

"Oh?" Palpatine asked, leaning back and raising his head in surprise.

The Senator took a deep breath. "I appear to be pregnant," Padme told him, speaking awkwardly and averting her eyes.

"Oh," Palpatine repeated, and then suddenly thrust his hands together. "Well, I believe congratulations are in order," he chuckled, grinning.

Padme returned her gaze to him, smiling grimly. "I'm not sure that is a good idea. The circumstances are far from ideal."

"Ah. May I ask who the father is?"

Padme swallowed hard, and lowered her eyes. "Anakin Skywalker."

After a moment of silence, Palpatine let out a short sigh. "

 

Is there anybody out there?

 

Yes, me.

Very good so far. I shall be watching this with interest.

 

Thank you for reading, and of course replying. Glad you're enjoying it, here's some more. And I'm sure lots of other people are reading too. It's just that their reply buttons are all broken.


**

"Anakin," Obi-Wan's voice echoed around the hangar as Anakin hauled himself from the cockpit of the narrow Jedi fighter. He perched himself on the side of the craft, his back resting against the canopy, and smiled as his master approached.

"Good day to you, Master," Anakin said brightly. His cheerfulness made Obi-Wan wince, but Anakin didn't seem to notice. "I took out the threat as quickly as possible. In fact I'm rather proud of the time. Of course there was a little collateral damage, but I think--"

"A little?" Obi-Wan cut in, raising his eyebrows. "Anakin, there was no need for any damage or harm to innocents. We are Jedi, it is our duty to protect those wh--"

"I know what my duties are, Master," Anakin interrupted, garnering a frown of disapproval from Obi-Wan.

"You certainly don't act like it. This is not the first time your impatience has caused you trouble."

"Impatience isn't always a bad thing, Master. Even the chancellor has said he believes my forward sightedness has saved many innocent lives."

"Regardless of the results, Anakin, a Jedi must learn patience," Obi-Wan replied in a tight, frustrated voice.

"I will try again then, Master," Anakin said quietly, bowing his head.

Obi-Wan glanced around the hangar uncomfortably, and sighed heavily. "I'm afraid you will not have another chance, my old Padawan."

"Why not?" Anakin demanded, his head snapping back up to glare at Obi-Wan incredulously.

"The council has not taken as lightly to your latest adventure as I have. Neither have the media or politicians. I'm afraid the council feels that they must set an example and prove that Jedi are not above the law."

"I am being sacrificed so that they do not have to deal with politicians?" Anakin growled quietly, yet furiously, his eyes boring with great intensity into Obi-Wan's.

"I am sorry, Anakin, but they feel that your leaving the order would be for the best."

"But I AM the Chosen One!" Anakin cried out, anger spraying from his mouth in the form of spittle. He threw his eyes around the room, and then turned them, moist, back to Obi-Wan, whispering softly. "They don't want me?"

"Anakin?" Obi-Wan said in a soothing tone, placing his hand on the boy's shoulder. He could feel the rigid rising and falling of Anakin's shallow breaths, gaining in tempo as his emotions and thoughts boiled in his mind. Anakin hesitated for a few moments, and then thrust himself away from Obi-Wan before marching across the hangar to the sliding doorway. "Anakin!" Obi-Wan called, but the boy continued.

**

The senate chamber reverberated with the thrumming of hundreds of voices and other sounds of communication, murmuring amongst themselves as they swarmed into the huge, cavernous hall to debate the proposed Civil Control Act. The hubbub grew as more and more senators filed into their round stations, then all but ceased as the Chancellor rose to his feet in his central spire. He cast his hooded, yellowing eyes around the senate hall, waiting a few more moments, and began to speak warmly. "As you will all be aware, recent events have led to the raising of the issue of whether or not the Jedi, our esteemed, peace keeping colleagues, should be brought under the control of our senate rather than acting as an independent body."

The Chancellor lowered his head for a moment, appearing to the senators as a saddened figure. Several cries, both of support and outrage at the suggestion, rang out during the silence, until the Chancellor's head rose again, and his soft voice hushed the senators. "It has been said already, I feel a great love for this Republic and its ideals. Those ideals dictate that it is not right for us to force any group to fall under our control. However," he continued over a brief smattering of applause and cheers from the more democratic minded politicians, w

 

NO! ANI CAN'T BE EXPELLED FROM THE ORDER! IT'S TO MUCH FOR HIM AND OBI TO HANDLE! THEY WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO BEAR IT!

 

Anakin's expulsion was a good twist, but it could have been better built up to. The writing just doesn't convey the agony or shock that should come along with Anakin being expelled.

Perhaps more intricate development?

All in all, I like it. Will be following.

 

Hello again, sorry it's been such a long time, but everyone gets busy over holidays, don't they? Anyway, thanks for reading and for the constructive criticsm, and here's another post I hope you like.

**

"That's it then," Mace Windu mused, rubbing the back of his smooth head, its skin taut and tense with stress. "The Republic, and all that we stood for, are gone. The separatists have won." He turned to his companion, who was perched across the gallery walkway from him, peering curiously at the figure resting in the central spire of the chamber.

"Hmph," Yoda grunted. "Now, nothing have they to separate from. But? Danger? betrayal I sense."

Mace nodded, and let out a sigh. He turned to face down into the chamber, craning his neck to watch the furious wavering of protesting sentators' limbs, flailing around in their little pods far below. "Perhaps we should recall Skywalker?" He turned to face Yoda, nodding pointedly at him. "We may need him."

Yoda shook his head slightly, and turned back to watch the Chancellor. "Now longer our choice, that is," he whispered, sadly. Suddenly, he pricked up his ears, and stared even more intently at the political arena beneath them.

**

Meanwhile, down in the senate chamber, a furious voice was fighting gallantly to be heard over the roar of squabbling delegates. After a few moments, Palpatine's eyes fell on the man, and he raises a crooked finger to silence the hall. "The chair recognises the representative from Alderaan?" he said.

"Thank you, Chancellor," Bail Organa replied, by now sounding rather hoarse. "Now, I'm afraid I must implore you, Chancellor, please reconsider your position on this issue. Surely, in your wisdom, you can see that bringing the Jedi under civil control leaves this body unanswerable to any power. In such an environment, corruption would flourish."

Palpatine seemed to recline even further back in his seat/chair/throne, and replied slowly. "I can certainly see where you, and your esteemed colleagues, may find grave concern with this act. However, it is only a temporary measure, while our state is defending itself. Afterwards, I highly doubt a Jedi Order under civil control will exist."

"Our Republic is fighting for its life as we speak, and having our politicians flout our laws and ideals is hardly moralising for our own troops or people!" Organa counterattacked, beginning to sound almost aggressive in his desperation.

Palpatine paused for a moment in his seat, and slid a hand along its arm to access a control panel. "I'm afraid such measures are necessary in a time of war. You must become a monster so the monster will not break you," he hissed.

"Chancellor, or should I say Emperor?" Bail called out, his bellow echoing around the chamber and completely stunning the entire body of the senate into silence. "You are flirting with dictatorship! If you do not somehow contain yourself, then this body may have to remove yo---"

"I think you will find that it is you who shall be removed," Palpatine hissed. Suddenly Bail Organa completely collapsed onto the front of his pod, and lay there, gasping for precious oxygen. Then, just as swiftly, doors all around the grand hall began to slither open, spitting white armoured and red robed soldiers into the ranks of senators. Emperor Palpatine slid back down into this throne, and drew up his dark hood around his head. "This first session of the Imperial Senate is concluded. The Jedi are under my authority now. There will be no debate."

**

 

i really like this story. it is very believeable. keep it up1