Revenge of the Sith: Illustrated Screenplay: Star Wars: Episode III (22 page)

In those days he had used the Force without knowing it; he’d thought the Force was something inside him, just a feeling, an instinct, a string of lucky guesses that led him through maneuvers other pilots wouldn’t dare attempt. Now, though …

Now—

Now he could reach into the Force and feel the engagement throughout Coruscant space as though the whole battle were happening inside his head.

His vehicle became his body. The pulses of its engines were the beat of his own heart. Flying, he could forget about his slavery, about his mother, about Geonosis and Jabiim, Aargonar and Muunilinst and all the catastrophes of this brutal war. About everything that had been done to him.

And everything he had done.

He could even put aside, for as long as the battle roared around him, the starfire of his love for the woman who waited for him on the world below. The woman whose breath was his only air, whose heartbeat was his only music, whose face was the only beauty his eyes would ever see.

He could put all this aside because he was a Jedi. Because it was time to do a Jedi’s work.

But today was different.

Today wasn’t about dodging lasers and blasting droids. Today was about the life of the man who might as well have been his father: a man who could die if the Jedi didn’t reach him in time.

Anakin had been late once before.

Obi-Wan’s voice came over the cockpit speakers, flat and tight
.
“Does your droid have anything? Arfour’s hopeless. I think that last cannon hit cooked his motivator.”

Anakin could see exactly the look on his former Master’s face: a mask of calm belied by a jaw so tight that when he spoke his mouth barely moved. “Don’t worry, Master. If his beacon’s working, Artoo’ll find it. Have you thought about how we’ll find the Chancellor if—”

“No.”
Obi-Wan sounded absolutely certain.
“There’s no need to consider it. Until the possible becomes actual, it is only a distraction. Be mindful of what is, not what might be.”

Anakin had to stop himself from reminding Obi-Wan that he wasn’t a Padawan anymore. “I should have been here,” he said through his teeth. “I
told
you. I should have
been
here.”

“Anakin, he was defended by Stass Allie and Shaak Ti. If two Masters could not prevent this, do you think you could? Stass Allie is clever and valiant, and Shaak Ti is the most cunning Jedi I’ve ever met. She’s even taught
me
a few tricks.”

Anakin assumed he was supposed to be impressed. “But General Grievous—”

“Master Ti had faced him before, Anakin. After Muunilinst. She is not only subtle and experienced, but very capable indeed. Seats on the Jedi Council aren’t handed out as party favors.”

“I’ve noticed.” He let it drop. The middle of a space battle was no place to get into this particular sore subject.

If only
he’d
been here, instead of Shaak Ti and Stass Allie, Council members or not. If he had been here, Chancellor Palpatine would be home and safe already. Instead, Anakin had been stuck running around the Outer Rim for months like some useless Padawan, and all Palpatine had for protectors were Jedi who were
clever
and
subtle
.

Clever and subtle. He could whip any ten
clever and subtle
Jedi with his lightsaber tied behind his back.

But he knew better than to say so.

“Put yourself in the moment, Anakin. Focus.”

“Copy that, Master,” Anakin said dryly. “Focusing now.”

R2-D2 twittered, and Anakin checked his console readout. “We’ve got him, Master. The cruiser dead ahead. That’s Grievous’s flagship—
Invisible Hand.”

“Anakin, there are
dozens
of cruisers dead ahead!”

“It’s the one crawling with vulture fighters.”

The vulture fighters clinging to the long curves of the Trade Federation cruiser indicated by Palpatine’s beacon gave it eerily life-like ripples, like some metallic marine predator bristling with Alderaanian walking barnacles.

“Oh. That one.”
He could practically hear Obi-Wan’s stomach dropping.
“Oh
, this
should be easy …”

Now some of them stripped themselves from the cruiser, ignited their drives, and came looping toward the two Jedi.

“Easy? No. But it might be fun.” Sometimes a little teasing was the only way to get Obi-Wan to loosen up. “Lunch at Dex’s says I’ll blast two for each of yours. Artoo can keep score.”

“Anakin—”

“All right, dinner. And I promise this time I won’t let Artoo cheat.”

“No games, Anakin. There’s too much at stake.”
There, that was the tone Anakin had been looking for: a slightly scolding, schoolmasterish edge. Obi-Wan was back on form
.
“Have your droid tight-beam a report to the Temple. And send out a call for any Jedi in starfighters. We’ll come at it from all sides.”

“Way ahead of you.” But when he checked his comm readout, he shook his head. “There’s still too much ECM. Artoo can’t raise the Temple. I think the only reason we can even talk to each other is that we’re practically side by side.”

“And Jedi beacons?”

“No joy, Master.” Anakin’s stomach clenched, but he fought the tension out of his voice. “We may be the only two Jedi out here.”

“Then we will have to be enough. Switching to clone fighter channel.”

Anakin spun his comm dial to the new frequency in time to hear Obi-Wan say,
“Oddball, do you copy? We need help.”

The clone captain’s helmet speaker flattened the humanity out of his voice.
“Copy, Red Leader.”

“Mark my position and form your squad behind me. We’re going in.”

“On our way.”

The droid fighters had lost themselves against the background of the battle, but R2-D2 was tracking them on scan. Anakin shifted his grip on his starfighter’s control yoke. “Ten vultures inbound, high and left to my orientation. More on the way.”

“I have them. Anakin, wait—the cruiser’s bay shields have dropped! I’m reading four, no, six ships incoming.”
Obi-Wan’s voice rose
.
“Tri-fighters! Coming in fast!”

Anakin’s smile tightened. This was about to get interesting.

“Tri-fighters first, Master. The vultures can wait.”

“Agreed. Slip back and right, swing behind me. We’ll take them on the slant.”

Let Obi-Wan go first? With a blown left control surface and a half-crippled R-unit? With Palpatine’s
life
at stake?

Not likely.

“Negative,” Anakin said. “I’m going head-to-head. See you on the far side.”

“Take it easy. Wait for Oddball and Squad Seven. Anakin—”

He could hear the frustration in Obi-Wan’s voice as he kicked his starfighter’s sublights and surged past; his former Master still hadn’t gotten used to not being able to order Anakin around.

Not that Anakin had ever been much for following orders. Obi-Wan’s, or anyone else’s.

“Sorry we’re late.”
The digitized voice of the clone whose call sign was Oddball sounded as calm as if he were ordering dinner.
“We’re on your right, Red Leader. Where’s Red Five?”

“Anakin, form up!”

But Anakin was already streaking to meet the Trade Federation fighters. “Incoming!”

Obi-Wan’s familiar sigh came clearly over the comm; Anakin knew exactly what the Jedi Master was thinking. The same thing he was
always
thinking.

He still has much to learn
.

Anakin’s smile thinned to a grim straight line as enemy starfighters swarmed around him. And he thought the same thing
he
always thought.

We’ll see about that
.

He gave himself to the battle, and his starfighter whirled and his cannons hammered, and droids on all sides began to burst into clouds of debris and superheated gas.

This was how
he
relaxed.

Long—
long
—ago in a galaxy far, far away … some twenty-five thousand years before Luke Skywalker destroyed the first Death Star at the Battle of Yavin in
Star Wars: A New Hope
 … a large number of star systems and species in the center of the galaxy came together to form the Galactic Republic, governed by a Chancellor and a Senate from the capital city-world of Coruscant. As the Republic expanded via the hyperspace lanes, it absorbed new member worlds from newly discovered star systems; it also expanded its military to deal with the hostile civilizations, slavers, pirates, and gangster-species such as the slug-like Hutts that were encountered in the outward exploration. But the most vital defenders of the Republic were the Jedi Knights. Originally a reclusive order dedicated to studying the mysteries of the life energy known as the Force, the Jedi became the Republic’s guardians, charged by the Senate with keeping the peace—with wise words if possible; with lightsabers if not.

But the Jedi weren’t the only Force-users in the galaxy. An ancient civil war had pitted those Jedi who used the Force selflessly against those who allowed themselves to be ruled by their ambitions—which the Jedi warned led to the dark side of the Force. Defeated in that long-ago war, the dark siders fled beyond the galactic frontier, where they built a civilization of their own: the Sith Empire.

The first great conflict between the Republic and the Sith Empire occurred when two hyperspace explorers stumbled on the Sith worlds, giving the Sith Lord Naga Sadow and his dark side warriors a direct invasion route into the Republic’s central worlds. This war resulted in the first destruction of the Sith Empire—but it was hardly the last. For the next four thousand years, skirmishes between the Republic and Sith grew into wars, with the scales always tilting toward one or the other, and peace never lasting. The galaxy was a place of almost constant strife: Sith armies against Republic armies; Force-using Sith Lords against Jedi Masters and Jedi Knights; and the dreaded nomadic mercenaries called Mandalorians bringing muscle and firepower wherever they stood to gain.

Then, a thousand years before
A New Hope
and the Battle of Yavin, the Jedi defeated the Sith at the Battle of Ruusan, decimating the so-called Brotherhood of Darkness that was the heart of the Sith Empire—and most of its power.

One Sith Lord survived—Darth Bane—and his vision for the Sith differed from that of his predecessors. He instituted a new doctrine: No longer would the followers of the dark side build empires or amass great armies of Force-users. There would be only two Sith at a time: a Master and an apprentice. From that time on, the Sith remained in hiding, biding their time and plotting their revenge, while the rest of the galaxy enjoyed an unprecedented era of peace, so long and strong that the Republic eventually dismantled its standing armies.

But while the Republic seemed strong, its institutions had begun to rot. Greedy corporations sought profits above all else and a corrupt Senate did nothing to stop them, until the corporations reduced many planets to raw materials for factories and entire species became subjects for exploitation. Individual Jedi continued to defend the Republic’s citizens and obey the will of the Force, but the Jedi Order to which they answered grew increasingly out of touch. And a new Sith mastermind, Darth Sidious, at last saw a way to restore Sith domination over the galaxy and its inhabitants, and quietly worked to set in motion the revenge of the Sith …

If you’re a reader new to the Old Republic era, here are three great starting points:

Read on for an excerpt from a
Star Wars
novel set in the Old Republic era.

CHAPTER 1