Mat
05-26-2004, 03:24 PM
Last night I started to dwaddle with the Star Wars universe and came up with the begginnings of my own Episode 3. Of course, I'm only going to borrow what I want from the last two prequels, so don't expect any sort of continuity.
EXT. SPACE
Millions of stars twinkle in the mass emptiness of space. The huge Star Destroyer, PANTHEON, emerges from the bottom of the frame; it’s gigantic gray bulk slowly engulfing the frame. Squads of TIE fighters fly in formation above the huge ship. Their screeching engines are deafening.
INT. PANTHEON-OFFICER’S CANTINA
Dozens of uniformed humans sit around tables playing cards, drinking, and smoking. A small band plays a familiar tune in the background. Around the bar, uniformed patrons drinking, telling dirty jokes, and conversing. Another uniformed fat man, Lieutenant ECKART, enters the cantina, talks to the barkeep who points to a dark corner where a uniformed figure half enshrouded in shadow sits looking vacantly his green drink. Eckart walks over to the MAN’s table.
ECKART
Captain said someone was waiting for me in the officer’s cantina. May I ask who that might be?
A broad grin crosses the man’s face.
MAN
Where you from, Eckart? Alderaan? Naboo?
ECKART
Why yes, sir, I’m from Alderaan.
MAN
Figures
ECKART
What, sir?
MAN
It’s your language pattern. You can always tell a man from a more “elegant” planet by the way he talks.
ECKART
I did not know that, sir.
MAN
Learn something new everyday.
ECKART
May I ask why I’ve been called to the cantina?
MAN
Eckart, have you heard any rumblings among the officers or men about some sort of mutiny occurring on this ship from the officers or the crew?
ECKART
Why no sir. I haven’t heard a thing.
Eckart starts to stir in his seat, sweating like a hog.
MAN
Well, that’s a funny thing because Petty Officer Anon, you know him of course, he said that you came to him just yesterday and said that the crew was not satisfied with the leadership they were receiving.
ECKART
I said no such thing!
MAN
And he said that you had thoughts of organizing a revolt against the captain. You know the punishment for inciting a mutiny is execution, don’t you lieutenant?
Eckart shakes his head yes. The figure smiles and takes a swig of his beverage and plops in back down on the table.
MAN
We used call this drink Yoda Soda back at the Temple. It sure would take one hell of a compactor to juice that little guy.
ECKART (shaking in fear)
Who are you?
MAN (leaning onto the table into the light)
Anakin Skywalker, Jedi Knight, and I’m here to juice you, Eckart.
With one swift move, Anakin’s lightsabre activates and slices off Eckart’s head which roles across the cantina floor. Some patrons gasp at the sight, a few grasp for their pistols instinctively. Anakin just deactivates his lightsabre, gets up, and walks toward the door.
ANAKIN
A Jedi’s work is never done.
He tosses a coin to the barkeep and doesn’t apologize for the mess.
EXT. SPACE
Two TIE Fighters scream in formation across the side of The Pantheon. From a huge viewing window, a figure looks out.
INT. THE PANTHEON- BRIDGE
The man, Captain TARKIN, looks out the window at the passing TIE fighters. Around him the bridge is abuzz with activity as officers dressed in the same attire as the officers in the lounge go about their business at consoles and holographic maps. From the back, Anakin emerges, back in his hood and cloak, and walks to Tarkin at the window.
ANAKIN
Any word yet from the Chancellor?
TARKIN
No, but your Master sent a message. He says he’s found the Separatist Headquarters on a moon of the gas giant Phosphile. He’s calling for all Star Destroyers in this part of the galaxy to pack up and head for the coordinates he’s given.
Tarkin places his hand on Anakin’s shoulder. Anakin looks absently out the window.
TARKIN (cont’d)
This is your chance to prove to your Master that you are the master now.
(beat)
ANAKIN
Thank you, captain. Call me when we get there or if anything develops.
Anakin walks off, and Tarkin looks back out the window. Another squad of TIE fighters screams past.
TARKIN
Corporal, call our squads in and tell the Hyperbay to set our course to the Phosphile system.
CORPORAL (OS)
Right, sir.
WIPE RIGHT
EXT. DUSK- JUNGLE MOON OF PHOSPHILE
A large troop transport slowly descends to a clearing surrounded by dense jungle. The engines of the craft howl as it nears the ground. The sun lays low in the sky behind the transport casting an eerie red glow to the craft. From the front of the craft a mechanical door pops out and out steps GENERAL OBI-WAN KENOBI, dressed in traditional Jedi robes, onto a platform that rose as the door opened. Behind him 4 of his top officers follow.
The platform slowly hovers toward the ground. The back bay of the transport opens and out marches thousands of clone troopers in perfect formation. Obi-Wan sets his binoculars on them
OBI-WAN (almost a whisper)
As many times as I see this sight, it never fails to be both awe- inspiring and sickening.
A young lieutenant, MALLARD, smiles misinterpreting the statement.
MALLARD
Quite right, sir, a very thrilling sight.
The platform makes it’s way to the ground, the side bars open, and Kenobi and his officers go to meet the clone officers.
CLONE OFFICER
The men are ready for your orders, General.
OBI-WAN
Very well...
He takes a small round device out of his robe and pushes a button on the side. The device floats in the air and a holographic image of the area pops up.
OBI-WAN
What we have here is an underground facility that Republic Intelligence is telling us might be the main headquarters for the rogue Jedi Dooku and his Separatist cronies. There are also reports that the bulk of the Droid Army is stationed here, but unless they are activated they won’t do the Separatists very good. Squads A & B will take out the manufacturing and droid control center.
CLONE OFFICER
Affirmative
OBI-WAN
This will drive out the droid starfighters and other ships. They’ll be fodder for the Star Destroyers to take care of. I will lead a force here...
He points to the center of the facility.
OBI-WAN (cont’d)
This is where probably Dooku’s bunker. If we cut the head off the hutt, gentlemen, the rest is gravy.
MALLARD
Why don’t we just send our bombers in and bomb the hell out of them until they beg for mercy.
OBI-WAN
It would take more fire power than the entire Republic fleet to penetrate the deepest core of the facility’s infrastructure. No, we shall infiltrate and do our damage inside the base.
Another jollier LIEUTENANT claps his hands together than laughs.
LIEUTENANT
I don’t think we could have asked for a better plan.
OBI-WAN
Well if you did, I couldn’t give you one.
(beat)
May the Force be with us.
LIEUTENANT
Right, then, to your stations!
To be continued... maybe... ;)
EXT. SPACE
Millions of stars twinkle in the mass emptiness of space. The huge Star Destroyer, PANTHEON, emerges from the bottom of the frame; it’s gigantic gray bulk slowly engulfing the frame. Squads of TIE fighters fly in formation above the huge ship. Their screeching engines are deafening.
INT. PANTHEON-OFFICER’S CANTINA
Dozens of uniformed humans sit around tables playing cards, drinking, and smoking. A small band plays a familiar tune in the background. Around the bar, uniformed patrons drinking, telling dirty jokes, and conversing. Another uniformed fat man, Lieutenant ECKART, enters the cantina, talks to the barkeep who points to a dark corner where a uniformed figure half enshrouded in shadow sits looking vacantly his green drink. Eckart walks over to the MAN’s table.
ECKART
Captain said someone was waiting for me in the officer’s cantina. May I ask who that might be?
A broad grin crosses the man’s face.
MAN
Where you from, Eckart? Alderaan? Naboo?
ECKART
Why yes, sir, I’m from Alderaan.
MAN
Figures
ECKART
What, sir?
MAN
It’s your language pattern. You can always tell a man from a more “elegant” planet by the way he talks.
ECKART
I did not know that, sir.
MAN
Learn something new everyday.
ECKART
May I ask why I’ve been called to the cantina?
MAN
Eckart, have you heard any rumblings among the officers or men about some sort of mutiny occurring on this ship from the officers or the crew?
ECKART
Why no sir. I haven’t heard a thing.
Eckart starts to stir in his seat, sweating like a hog.
MAN
Well, that’s a funny thing because Petty Officer Anon, you know him of course, he said that you came to him just yesterday and said that the crew was not satisfied with the leadership they were receiving.
ECKART
I said no such thing!
MAN
And he said that you had thoughts of organizing a revolt against the captain. You know the punishment for inciting a mutiny is execution, don’t you lieutenant?
Eckart shakes his head yes. The figure smiles and takes a swig of his beverage and plops in back down on the table.
MAN
We used call this drink Yoda Soda back at the Temple. It sure would take one hell of a compactor to juice that little guy.
ECKART (shaking in fear)
Who are you?
MAN (leaning onto the table into the light)
Anakin Skywalker, Jedi Knight, and I’m here to juice you, Eckart.
With one swift move, Anakin’s lightsabre activates and slices off Eckart’s head which roles across the cantina floor. Some patrons gasp at the sight, a few grasp for their pistols instinctively. Anakin just deactivates his lightsabre, gets up, and walks toward the door.
ANAKIN
A Jedi’s work is never done.
He tosses a coin to the barkeep and doesn’t apologize for the mess.
EXT. SPACE
Two TIE Fighters scream in formation across the side of The Pantheon. From a huge viewing window, a figure looks out.
INT. THE PANTHEON- BRIDGE
The man, Captain TARKIN, looks out the window at the passing TIE fighters. Around him the bridge is abuzz with activity as officers dressed in the same attire as the officers in the lounge go about their business at consoles and holographic maps. From the back, Anakin emerges, back in his hood and cloak, and walks to Tarkin at the window.
ANAKIN
Any word yet from the Chancellor?
TARKIN
No, but your Master sent a message. He says he’s found the Separatist Headquarters on a moon of the gas giant Phosphile. He’s calling for all Star Destroyers in this part of the galaxy to pack up and head for the coordinates he’s given.
Tarkin places his hand on Anakin’s shoulder. Anakin looks absently out the window.
TARKIN (cont’d)
This is your chance to prove to your Master that you are the master now.
(beat)
ANAKIN
Thank you, captain. Call me when we get there or if anything develops.
Anakin walks off, and Tarkin looks back out the window. Another squad of TIE fighters screams past.
TARKIN
Corporal, call our squads in and tell the Hyperbay to set our course to the Phosphile system.
CORPORAL (OS)
Right, sir.
WIPE RIGHT
EXT. DUSK- JUNGLE MOON OF PHOSPHILE
A large troop transport slowly descends to a clearing surrounded by dense jungle. The engines of the craft howl as it nears the ground. The sun lays low in the sky behind the transport casting an eerie red glow to the craft. From the front of the craft a mechanical door pops out and out steps GENERAL OBI-WAN KENOBI, dressed in traditional Jedi robes, onto a platform that rose as the door opened. Behind him 4 of his top officers follow.
The platform slowly hovers toward the ground. The back bay of the transport opens and out marches thousands of clone troopers in perfect formation. Obi-Wan sets his binoculars on them
OBI-WAN (almost a whisper)
As many times as I see this sight, it never fails to be both awe- inspiring and sickening.
A young lieutenant, MALLARD, smiles misinterpreting the statement.
MALLARD
Quite right, sir, a very thrilling sight.
The platform makes it’s way to the ground, the side bars open, and Kenobi and his officers go to meet the clone officers.
CLONE OFFICER
The men are ready for your orders, General.
OBI-WAN
Very well...
He takes a small round device out of his robe and pushes a button on the side. The device floats in the air and a holographic image of the area pops up.
OBI-WAN
What we have here is an underground facility that Republic Intelligence is telling us might be the main headquarters for the rogue Jedi Dooku and his Separatist cronies. There are also reports that the bulk of the Droid Army is stationed here, but unless they are activated they won’t do the Separatists very good. Squads A & B will take out the manufacturing and droid control center.
CLONE OFFICER
Affirmative
OBI-WAN
This will drive out the droid starfighters and other ships. They’ll be fodder for the Star Destroyers to take care of. I will lead a force here...
He points to the center of the facility.
OBI-WAN (cont’d)
This is where probably Dooku’s bunker. If we cut the head off the hutt, gentlemen, the rest is gravy.
MALLARD
Why don’t we just send our bombers in and bomb the hell out of them until they beg for mercy.
OBI-WAN
It would take more fire power than the entire Republic fleet to penetrate the deepest core of the facility’s infrastructure. No, we shall infiltrate and do our damage inside the base.
Another jollier LIEUTENANT claps his hands together than laughs.
LIEUTENANT
I don’t think we could have asked for a better plan.
OBI-WAN
Well if you did, I couldn’t give you one.
(beat)
May the Force be with us.
LIEUTENANT
Right, then, to your stations!
To be continued... maybe... ;)