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The final minutes *MAJOR SPOILERS*..........

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PostPosted: Wed Mar 23, 2005 1:55 pm    Post subject: The final minutes *MAJOR SPOILERS*.......... Reply with quote

Ok this is a long one:
Chapter 21

A New Order

A Naboo skiff reverted to realspace and flashed toward an alien medical installation in the asteroid belt of Polis Massa.

Tantive IV reentered reality only moments behind.

And on Mustafar, below the red thunder of a volcano, a Sith Lord had already snatched from sand of black glass the charred torso and head of what once had been a man, and had already leapt for the cliffbank above with effortless strength, and had already roared to his clones to bring the medical capsule immediately!

The Sith Lord lowered the limbless man tenderly to the cool ground above, and laid his hand across the cracked and blackened mess that once had been his brow, and he set his will upon him.

Live, Lord Vader. Live, mv apprentice.


Beyond the transparent crystal of the observation dome on the airless crags of Polis Massa, the galaxy wheeled in a spray of hard, cold pinpricks through the veil of infinite night.

Beneath that dome sat Yoda. He did not look at the stars.

He sat a very long time.

Even after nearly nine hundred years, the road to self-knowledge was rugged enough to leave him bruised and bleeding.

He spoke softly, but not to himself.

Though no one was with him, he was not alone.

"My failure, this was. Failed the Jedi, I did."

He spoke to the Force.

And the Force answered him. Do not blame yourself, my old friend.

As it sometimes had these past thirteen years, when the Force spoke to him, it spoke in the voice of Qui-Gon Jinn,

"Too old I was," Yoda said. "Too rigid. Too arrogant to see that the old way is not the only way. These Jedi, 1 trained to become the Jedi who had trained me, long centuries ago—but those ancient Jedi, of a different time they were. Changed, has the galaxy. Changed, the Order did not—because let it change, I did not."

More easily said than done, my friend.

"An infinite mystery is the Force." Yoda lifted his head and turned his gaze out into the wheel of stars. "Much to learn, there still is."

And you will have time to learn it.

"Infinite knowledge . . ." Yoda shook his head. "Infinite time, does that require."

With my help, you can learn to join with the Force, yet retain consciousness. You can join your light to it forever. Perhaps, in time, even your physical self.

Yoda did not move. "Eternal life . . ."

The ultimate goal of the Sith, yet they can never achieve it; it comes only by the release of self, not the exaltation of self. It comes through compassion, not greed. Love is the answer to the darkness.

"Become one with the Force, yet influence still to have . . ." Yoda mused. "A power greater than all, it is."

It cannot be granted; it can only be taught. It is yours to learn, if you wish it.

Slowly, Yoda nodded. "A very great Jedi Master you have become, Qui-Gon Jinn. A very great Jedi Master you always were, but too blind I was to see it."

He rose, and folded his hands before him, and inclined his head in the Jedi bow of respect.

The bow of the student, in the presence of the Master.

"Your apprentice, I gratefully become."

He was well into his first lesson when the hatch cycled open behind him. He turned.

In the corridor beyond stood Bail Organa. He looked stricken,

"Obi-Wan is asking for you at the surgical theater," he said. "It's Padme. She's dying."

Obi-Wan sat beside her, holding one cold, still hand in both of his. "Don't give up, Padme."

"Is it . . ." Her eyes rolled blindly. "It's a girl. Anakin thinks it's a girl."

"We don't know yet. In a minute . .. you have to stay with us."

Below the opaque tent that shrouded her from chest down, a pair of surgical droids assisted with her labor. A general medical droid fussed and tinkered among the clutter of scanners and equipment.

"If it's ... a girl—oh, oh, oh no . . ."

Obi-Wan cast an appeal toward the medical droid. "Can't you do something?"

"All organic damage has been repaired." The droid checked another readout. "This systemic failure cannot be explained."

Not physically, Obi-Wan thought. He squeezed her hand as though he could keep life within her body by simple pressure. "Padme, you have to hold on."

"If it's a girl . . . ," she gasped, "name her Leia . . ."

One of the surgical droids circled out from behind the tent, cradling in its padded arms a tiny infant, already swabbed clean and breathing, but without even the hint of tears.

The droid announced softly, "It's a boy."

Padme reached for him with her trembling free hand, but she had no strength to take him; she could only touch her fingers to the baby's forehead.

She smiled weakly. "Luke ..."

The other droid now rounded the tent as well, with another clean, quietly solemn infant. ". . . and a girl."

But she had already fallen back against her pillow.

"Padme, you have twins," Obi-Wan said desperately. ""They need you—please hang on ..."

"Anakin ..."

"Anakin . . . isn't here, Padme," he said, though he didn't think she could hear.

"Anakin, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry . . . Anakin, please, I love you . .."

In the Force, Obi-Wan felt Yoda's approach, and he looked up to see the ancient Master beside Bail Organa, both staring the same grave question down through the surgical theater's observation panel.

The only answer Obi-Wan had was a helpless shake of his head.

Padme reached across with her free hand, with the hand she had laid upon the brow of her firstborn son, and pressed something into Obi-Wan's palm.

For a moment, her eyes cleared, and she knew him.

"Obi-Wan . . . there ... is still good in him. I know there is... still..."

Her voice faded to an empty sigh, and she sagged back against the pillow. Half a dozen different scanners buzzed with conflicting alarm tones, and the medical droids shooed him from the room.

He stood in the hall outside, looking down at what she had pressed into his hand. It was a pendant of some kind, an amulet, unfamiliar sigils carved into some sort of organic material, strung on a loop of leather. In the Force, he could feel traces of the touch of her skin.

When Yoda and Bail came for him, he was still standing there, staring at it.
"She put this in my hand—" For what seemed the dozenth time this day, he found himself blinking back tears. "—and I don't even know what it is."

"Precious to her, it must have been," Yoda said slowly. "Buried with her, perhaps it should be."

Obi-Wan looked down at the simple, child-like symbols carved into it, and felt from it in the Force soaring echoes of transcendent love, and the bleak, black despair of unendurable heartbreak.

"Yes," he said. "Yes. Perhaps that would be best."

Around a conference table on Tantive TV, Bail Organa, Obi-Wan Kenobi, and Yoda met to decide the fate of the galaxy.

"To Naboo, send her body . . ." Yoda stretched his head high, as though tasting a current in the Force. "Pregnant, she must still appear. Hidden, safe, the children must be kept. Foundation of the new Jedi Order, they will be."

"We should split them up," Obi-Wan said. "Even if the Sith find one, the other may survive. I can take the boy. Master Yoda, and you take the girl. We can hide them away, keep them safe— train them as Anakin should have been trained—"

"No." The ancient Master lowered his head again, closing his eyes, resting his chin on his hands that were folded over the head of his stick.

Obi-Wan looked uncertain. "But how are they to learn the self-discipline a Jedi needs? How are they to master skills of the Force?"

"Jedi training, the sole source of self-discipline is not. When right is the time for skills to be taught, to us the living Force will bring them. Until then, wait we will, and watch, and learn."

"I can . . ." Bail Organa stopped, flushing slightly. "I'm sorry to interrupt, Masters; I know little about the Force, but I do know something of love. The Queen and I—well, we've always talked of adopting a girl. If you have no objection, I would like to take Leia to Alderaan, and raise her as our daughter. She would be loved with us."

Yoda and Obi-Wan exchanged a look. Yoda tilted his head. "No happier fate could any child ask for. With our blessing, and that of the Force, let Leia be your child."

Bail stood, a little jerkily, as though he simply could no longer keep his seat. His flush had turned from embarrassment to pure uncomplicated joy. "Thank you, Masters—I don't know what else to say. Thank you, that's all. What of the boy?"

"Ciiegg Lars still lives on Tatooine, I think—and Anakin's stepbrother . . . Owen, that's it, and his wife, Beru, still work the moisture farm outside Mos Eisley . . "

"As close to kinfolk as the boy can come," Yoda said approvingly. "But Tatooine, not like Alderaan it is-—deep in the Outer Rim, a wild and dangerous planet."

"Anakin survived it," Obi-Wan said. "Luke can, too. And I can—well, 1 could take him there, and watch over him. Protect him from the worst of the planet's dangers, until he can learn to protect himself."

"Like a father you wish to be, young Obi-Wan?"

"More an ... eccentric old uncle, I think. It is a part I can play very well. To keep watch over Anakin's son—" Obi-Wan sighed, finally allowing his face to register a suggestion of his old gentle smile. "I can't imagine a better way to spend the rest of my life."

"Settled it is, then. To Tatooine, you will take him."

Bail moved toward the door. "If you'll excuse me, Masters, I have to call the Queen . . ." He stopped in the doorway, looking back. "Master Yoda, do you think Padme's twins will be able to defeat Palpatine?"

"Strong the Force runs, in the Skywalker line. Only hope, we can. Until the time is right, disappear we will."

Bail nodded. "And I must do die same—metaphorically, at least. You may hear . . . disturbing things . . . about what I do in the Senate. I must appear to support the new Empire, and my comrades with me. It was . . . Padme's wish, and she was a shrewder political mind than I'll ever be. Please trust that what we do is only a cover for our true task. We will never betray the legacy of the Jedi. I will never surrender the Republic to the Sith."

"Trust in this, we always will. Go now; for happy news, your Queen is waiting."

Bail Organa bowed, and vanished into the corridor.

When Obi-Wan moved to follow, Yoda's gimer stick barred his way. "A moment, Master Kenobi. In your solitude on Tatooine, training I have for you. I and my new Master."

Obi-Wan blinked. "Your new Master?" v;
"Yes." Yoda smiled up at him. "And your old one . . ."

C-3PO shuffled along the starship's hallway beside R2-D2, following Senator Organa who had, by all accounts, inherited them both. "I'm certain I can't say why she malfunctioned," he was telling the little astromech. "Organics are so terribly complicated, you know."

Ahead, the Senator was met by a man whose uniform, C-3PO's conformation-recognition algorithm informed him, indicated he was a captain in the Royal Alderaan Civil Fleet.

"I'm placing these droids in your care," the Senator said. "Have them cleaned, polished, and refitted with the best of everything; they will belong to my new daughter."

"How lovely!" C-3PO exclaimed. "His daughter is the child of Master Anakin and Senator Amidala," he explained to R2-D2. "I can hardly wait to tell her all about her parents! I'm sure she will be very proud—"

"Oh, and the protocol droid?" Senator Organa said thoughtfully. "Have its mind wiped."

The captain saluted.

"Oh," said C-3PO. "Oh, dear."

In the newly renamed Emperor Palpatine Surgical Reconstruction Center on Coruscant, a hypersophisticated prototype Ubrikkian DD-13 surgical droid moved away from the project that it and an enhanced FX-6 medical droid had spent many days rebuilding.

It beckoned to a dark-robed shadow that stood at the edge of the pool of high-intensity light. "My lord, the construction is finished. He lives."

"Good. Good."

The shadow flowed into the pool of light as though the overhead illuminators had malfunctioned.

Droids stepped back as it came to the rim of the surgical table.

On the table was strapped the very first patient of the EmPalSuRecon Center.

To some eyes, it might have been a pieced-togcther hybrid of droid and human, encased in a life-support shell of gleaming black, managed by a thoracic processor that winked pale color against the shadow's cloak. To some eyes, its jointed limbs might have looked ungainly, clumsy, even monstrous; the featureless curves of black that served it for eyes might have appeared inhuman, and the underthrust grillwork of its vocabulator might have suggested the jaws of a saurian predator built of polished blast armor, but to the shadow—

It was glorious.

A magnificent jewel box, created both to protect and to exhibit the greatest treasure of the Sith.




The table slowly rotated to vertical, and the shadow leaned close.

"Lord Vader? Lord Vader, can you hear me?"


This is how it feels to be Anakin Skywalker, forever:

The first dawn of light in your universe brings pain.

The light burns you. It will always burn you. Part of you will always lie upon black glass sand beside a lake of fire while flames chew upon your flesh.

You can hear yourself breathing. It comes hard, and harsh, and it scrapes nerves already raw, but you cannot stop it. You can never stop it. You cannot even slow it down.

You don't even have lungs anymore.

Mechanisms hardwired into your chest breathe for you. They will pump oxygen into your bloodstream forever.

Lord Vader? Lord Vader, can you hear me?

And you can't, not in the way you once did. Sensors in the shell that prisons your head trickle meaning directly into your brain.

You open your scorched-pale eyes; optical sensors integrate light and shadow into a hideous simulacrum of the world around you.

Or perhaps the simulacrum is perfect, and it is the world that is hideous.

Padme? Are you here? Are you all right? you try to say, but another voice speaks for you, out from the vocabulator that serves you for burned-away lips and tongue and throat.

"Padme"? Are you here? Are you all right?"

I'm very sorry, Lord Vader. I'm afraid she died. It seems in your anger, you killed her.

This burns hotter than the lava had.

"No . . . no, it is not possible!

You loved her. You will always love her. You could never will her death.

But you remember . . .

You remember all of it.

You remember the dragon that you brought Vader forth from your heart to slay. You remember the cold venom in Vader's blood. You remember the furnace of Vader's fury, and the black hatred of seizing her throat to silence her lying mouth—

And there is one blazing moment in which you finally understand that there was no dragon. That there was no Vader. That there was only you. Only Anakin Skywalker.

That it was all you. Is you.

Only you.

You did it.

You killed her.

You killed her because, finally, when you could have saved her, when you could have gone away with her, when you could have been thinking about her, you were thinking about yourself. . .

It is in this blazing moment that you finally understand the trap of the dark side, the final cruelty of the Sith—

Because now your self is all you will ever have.

And you rage and scream and reach through the Force to crush the shadow who has destroyed you, but you are so far less now than what you were, you are more than half machine, you are like a painter gone blind, a composer gone deaf, you can remember where the power was but the power you can touch is only a memory, and so with all your world-destroying fury it is only droids around you that implode, and equipment, and the table on which you were strapped shatters, and in the end, you cannot touch the shadow.

In the end, you do not even want to.

In the end, the shadow is all you have left.

Because the shadow understands you, the shadow forgives you, the shadow gathers you unto itself—

And within your furnace heart, you burn in your own flame.

This is how it feels to be Anakin Skywatker.

Forever. . .


The long night has begun.

Huge solemn crowds line Palace Plaza in Theed, the capital of Naboo, as six beautiful white gualaars draw a flower-draped open casket bearing the remains of a beloved Senator through the Triumphal Arch, her fingers finally and forever clasping a snippet of japor, one that had been carved long ago by the hand of a nine-year-old boy from an obscure desert planet in the far Outer Rim . . .

On the jungle planet of Dagobah, a Jedi Master inspects the unfamiliar swamp of his exile . . .

From the bridge of a Star Destroyer, two Sith Lords stand with a sector governor named Tarkin, and survey the growing skeleton of a spherical battle station the size of a moon . . .

But even in the deepest night, there are some who dream of dawn.

On Alderaan, the Prince Consort delivers a baby girl into the loving arms of his Queen.

And on Tatooine, a Jedi Master brings an infant boy to the homestead of Owen and Bern Lars—

Then he rides his eopie off into the Jundland Wastes, toward the setting suns.
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PostPosted: Wed Mar 23, 2005 3:26 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Uhh... "Possible Spoilers", anyone?

Wow. Shocked If that's from the novelization, then the author's done a magnificent job.

Interesting to see how Lucas handled that material in the movie- it will be...

I'm spoiled REAL good now, regardless. Very Happy Twisted Evil Shocked Sad Crying or Very sad Surprised Razz
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PostPosted: Wed Mar 23, 2005 4:10 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

All I can say is wow. I can't wait until May. Twisted Evil

I am guessing though that the ''I am your father'' line has no shock value in the OT anymore.
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PostPosted: Wed Mar 23, 2005 6:24 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

this is all real, its from the novel, sum1 over at MF.com scaned these pages and sum1 else typed it up, btw thanks to whoever put the spoiler warning, i had to put this all in fast cuz i was in tech class

oh and theres more now too, ill post those later, includes mace vs palpy and order 66
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PostPosted: Wed Mar 23, 2005 6:34 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

You're welcome. Smile

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PostPosted: Wed Mar 23, 2005 6:37 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

ok then thank you collin Smile
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PostPosted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 11:42 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

you know what my problem with this is....Yoda and Obi Wan are taught enternal life but how does Anakin learn it. They teach him after he dies (in which case you would think Anakin would teach Padma) or did Vader learn himself. If Vader learned how to do it you would think so did Palpatine which leaves his influence in the galaxy.
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PostPosted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 3:56 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

BD: I was wondering the exact same thing after some thinking about the end of ROTJ last night.

The only thing i could come up with is that Obi-Wan, Yoda & Anakin appear to Luke as spirits, but they don't speak or communicate in any way other than smiling. (And i'm still wondering how in the ROTJ DVD vesion, pre-Vader Anakin knows who the heck he's looking at! Ok, ok. becuae he *feels* his son through the Force. Young Anakin looks at bit startled at first and only actually looks in Luke's direction for a split second.) Anyway...

Maybe simply appearing to Luke as a vision (as it's described in the ROTJ novelization) is different than actually giving vocal guidance as Obi-Wan does in ANH, or even sitting down & chatting like in ESB?

Sure, i'll buy into Qui-Gon's belief & superior knowledge of the Living Force. And that he learned to maintain his conciousness after death by becoming "one with the Force" a la Neo in the Matrix. So when the Jedi are at their lowest point, and as the Force's tide is turning for the worst throughout the Galaxy, he "visits" Yoda & tells him of his discovery and how Yoda can achieve the same. (But Yoda calling him his new "Master"??? THAT won't be in the movie.)

And there's no way Sidious or Vader could have learned this, as it can't be attained thru the Dark Side. The Sith strived for it and always failed before and nothing changed in the end. Both of 'em are gone for good. Pre-Vader Anakin might reappear as a vision simply because of the sheer strength of the Force in him, as after bringing Balance to The Force by killing Sidious he would be purged of the Dark Side completely.

Ultimately, as Padme and eventually Luke both KNEW, there *was* still good in him. *Only* good in the end i would say, allowing for an appearance as a vision to Luke, and probably hanging out with Obi-Wan & Yoda for a long time afterwards too.

Even if Qui-Gon's spirit doesn't literally explain the Sith's failures w/ eternal being to Yoda, it would be easily inferred and understood by any SW fan. What would be the point of both Palps and Vader physically dying if they could continue their Dark Side / Sith influence in the afterlife? If Qui-Gon discovers such a wonderous thing only through the ultimate knowledge of the Living Force, then Sidious must only face the unliving or Anti-Force upon death. Qui-Gon was SO sure that Anakin was The One who would bring Balance to The Force. He KNEW it and he *never* questioned it. And he was right.

Or something like that. Wink
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PostPosted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 5:13 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

I actually read a theory on this on the mf.com boards that made some sense. At the end of episode 3 Yoda confuses that he trained the jedi by the old teachings and to essentially be afraid of the dark side when he should have changed the training to confirm with the changing political enviornment and not to be afraid of the dark side sense fear ultimately leads to it.

It is at this time that Yoda and Obi-Wan realize they messed up with Anakin. Anyway, the theory runs that the way to perserving yourself eternaly is through undieing love or compasion as Anakin says in Episode II. Anakin lives in spirit form after the death of Vader because he had undieing love for Padma, Obi-Wan learns this and his love for both Anakin and Luke safe his spirit, Yoda it was believed this and his love for the republic and the force is what they theorized preserve his body.

I think this is a great theory that Love makes your spirit enternal. The only problem I have with it is from what I've read Padma uses her last breath to affirm her love for Anakin and so why wasn't her spirit perserved? I know it's never directly stated but I believe Padma to have a connection to the force which is why she is so important and it would make the childern between her and Anakin that much stronger in the force.
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PostPosted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 6:31 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

first its spelled "Padme" and she couldnt be a ghost thingie cuz she has no force, the twins are strong in it cuz of anakin and his bloodline
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PostPosted: Fri Mar 25, 2005 11:22 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

They never say Padme doesn't have force and that's what I was getting at. I personally believe Padme did have a certain amount of force even if it was Jedi levels but it was more then the normal person.
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PostPosted: Fri Mar 25, 2005 11:48 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

BigDog wrote:
They never say Padme doesn't have force ...

But they never say she does either ! Or have I missed something ? Razz

A 'belief' is fine, but don't expect anyone else to buy into it without a little bit of evidence !

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PostPosted: Fri Mar 25, 2005 2:27 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

No I wasn't saying anyone had to believe that. It's just my opinion that Padme is so important to the story of Star Wars that it would seem the force selected her...which in my opinion stands to reason that she has some amount of the force flowing through her. More then your average person but less then a Jedi.

I personnally like my idea because it stands to reason that Luke and Leia are even stronger in the force because of it and would serve why the childern are more drawn to the lightside.
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