First post of a long Episode III treatment...
Hi, all, Happy Thanksgiving (belatedly)! Well, I've been given a proverbial kick in the....well, you know, by my best friend (hey, Kel!) to update this, so here goes...
This is part one of what I originally began as a very short scene I imagined would appear in Episode III, but turned out to be basically a complete treatment for the film...I have to admit, it wouldn't have turned into much if it hadn't been for the encouragement I got over at theforce.net...
OK, without any further ado, here goes...
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A DARK DAY
The simple, one-man fighter touched down on one of the more obscure landing pads that was scattered intermittently throughout the traffic lanes of Coruscant. A lone figure stood waiting, a woman. She was of medium height, with brown hair and eyes, and dressed simply. However, the ordinary appearance of the woman belied her true nature, for she was not only intelligent, resourceful, and kind, but she was also not a woman one would want as an enemy.
Her name was Padmè Amidala Skywalker, and as she watched the mysterious ship land, she began walking forward to meet it’s occupant. Though one would be unlucky to be Padmè’s enemy, luck seemed to be on the side of the ship’s only occupant, who was one of her dearest friends. The figure exiting the ship, however, felt anything but lucky. For he had just been through what he would recall in later years to be the most devastating encounter of his entire life.
As Obi-Wan Kenobi opened the canopy of his Jedi starfighter and descended to the ground, images of the last 24 hours began assailing him; the rage on the face of his padawan-no, former padawan-and that thought stopped him in his mental tracks, though his steps didn’t falter. Could his beloved padawan, Anakin Skywalker, really be gone? Who was the person he had just seen? It was not the exuberant, sometimes cocky padawan he had spent the last 12 years training. The red of Anakin’s saber which, even if he closed his eyes, seemed to bore into the back of his eyelids like the memories were now boring into his mind.
Quickly, so as not to alarm Padmè, Obi-Wan took a deep breath and, with much difficulty, restored his calm.
“Obi-Wan, I’m so relieved to see you!”,Padmè said. Then looking around, she said, “but where is Anakin?” At the mention of the name, Obi-Wan inwardly flinched, realizing that Padmè would naturally want to hear about her husband before anything else.
“Padmè, I think we’d better go somewhere where we can talk in private”, said Obi-Wan, realizing for the first time how hoarse his voice sounded, even in his own ears.
“Of course, we’ll go to my apartment right now”, she said, and they made their way into the massive Senatorial apartment complex.
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OK, so that was just the setup...more to come soon...later, all!
This is part one of what I originally began as a very short scene I imagined would appear in Episode III, but turned out to be basically a complete treatment for the film...I have to admit, it wouldn't have turned into much if it hadn't been for the encouragement I got over at theforce.net...
OK, without any further ado, here goes...
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A DARK DAY
The simple, one-man fighter touched down on one of the more obscure landing pads that was scattered intermittently throughout the traffic lanes of Coruscant. A lone figure stood waiting, a woman. She was of medium height, with brown hair and eyes, and dressed simply. However, the ordinary appearance of the woman belied her true nature, for she was not only intelligent, resourceful, and kind, but she was also not a woman one would want as an enemy.
Her name was Padmè Amidala Skywalker, and as she watched the mysterious ship land, she began walking forward to meet it’s occupant. Though one would be unlucky to be Padmè’s enemy, luck seemed to be on the side of the ship’s only occupant, who was one of her dearest friends. The figure exiting the ship, however, felt anything but lucky. For he had just been through what he would recall in later years to be the most devastating encounter of his entire life.
As Obi-Wan Kenobi opened the canopy of his Jedi starfighter and descended to the ground, images of the last 24 hours began assailing him; the rage on the face of his padawan-no, former padawan-and that thought stopped him in his mental tracks, though his steps didn’t falter. Could his beloved padawan, Anakin Skywalker, really be gone? Who was the person he had just seen? It was not the exuberant, sometimes cocky padawan he had spent the last 12 years training. The red of Anakin’s saber which, even if he closed his eyes, seemed to bore into the back of his eyelids like the memories were now boring into his mind.
Quickly, so as not to alarm Padmè, Obi-Wan took a deep breath and, with much difficulty, restored his calm.
“Obi-Wan, I’m so relieved to see you!”,Padmè said. Then looking around, she said, “but where is Anakin?” At the mention of the name, Obi-Wan inwardly flinched, realizing that Padmè would naturally want to hear about her husband before anything else.
“Padmè, I think we’d better go somewhere where we can talk in private”, said Obi-Wan, realizing for the first time how hoarse his voice sounded, even in his own ears.
“Of course, we’ll go to my apartment right now”, she said, and they made their way into the massive Senatorial apartment complex.
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OK, so that was just the setup...more to come soon...later, all!
posted by Anna-juniorknitwit at 6:48 PM
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