Authors: Ian Doescher
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Library of Congress Cataloging in Publication Number: 2014953128
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Text by Ian Doescher
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a Jedi Master
a Jedi Knight
ANAKIN SKYWALKER/DARTH VADER,
his Jedi apprentice and later a Sith Lord
senator of Naboo
of Amidala’s guard
senator of the Republic
R2-D2, C-3PO, R4-P17,
of the Clone Troopers
Wookiees of Kashyyyk
an administrator of Utapau
a varactyl lizard of Utapau
CHANCELLOR PALPATINE/DARTH SIDIOUS,
a Sith Lord
COUNT DOOKU/DARTH TYRANUS,
droid leader of the Separatist army
vice chancellor of the Galactic Republic
viceroy of the Trade Federation
WAT TAMBOR, SHU MAI, SAN HILL,
POGGLE THE LESSER,
members of the Separatist Alliance
SENATORS, PILOTS, GUARDS, DROIDS, MEMBERS OF THE JEDI ORDER, JEDI YOUNGLINGS, CLONE TROOPERS, PLAYERS,
“War!” is the cry that doth through space resound:
The good Republic faces bold attack
From Dooku, he whose evil doth abound.
Yet heroes rise as each side fighteth back.
Droid leader Gen’ral Grievous, he most vile,
Hath enter’d—a new player on the scene.
With movement swift and unexpected guile
He hath made bold to kidnap Palpatine.
Whilst o’er the capital, e’en Coruscant,
The Sep’ratist droid army tries to flee,
Two Jedi are dispatch’d upon a jaunt
To set the hostage Palpatine full free.
In time so long ago begins our play,
In vengeful galaxy far, far away.
On the Separatist ship.
on balcony, in chains.
Hung be the heav’ns with black, yield day to night!
The dark shall rise an ’twere a second sun.
The course that I pursue doth run direct
Betwixt these rival factions, which make war
Upon the intrigues I myself have spread.
The game is mine to win when I see fit,
The deck is stack’d to mine advantage strong,
For I have dealt the pack with cunning shrewd.
I have, with care, a house of cards set up,
That may, by merest exhale of my breath
Be toppl’d—each card falling o’er its neighbor.
The king, e’en Yoda, rallies all his troops,
Whilst Anakin doth make off with the queen.
Count Dooku, that black-suited knave, doth serve,
Yet these most regal cards shall soon collapse
Upon the very whim of my firm will.
Yea, Palpatine still holds the ace, and waits
His turn to play the trump and take the trick.
Let these poor Jedi come to render aid;
They shall within my shuffle soon be swept.
in fighters, approaching the Separatist vessel
A mighty battle over Coruscant!
So many ships as though a million here
Did fight above the planet’s atmosphere.
Beset on ev’ry side by combat harsh,
’Tis difficult to tell who wins or loses.
Yet how the skirmish ends is no concern
Of ours, for we a nobler course pursue:
The chancellor to rescue from the grasp
Of Gen’ral Grievous, he of fitting name.
Good Master Obi-Wan, I see the ship—
The vessel wherein Grievous lays his claim—
It lies directly forward in our path.
Lock on, R2, we shall make our pursuit!
Yet with some caution we must here proceed,
For, lo, the ship is rife with vulture droids.
Forsooth, it is a simple-minded man
Who says this mission shall be simple. Fie!
attacking the Jedi’s fighters. Enter
CLONE TROOPER PILOTS
We swoop, we fly,
Our foes shall die!