Narrator: Turmoil has engulfed the Galactic Republic. The taxation of trade routes to outlaying star systems is in dispute. Hoping to resolve the matter with a blockade of deadly battleships, the greedy Trade Federation has stopped all shipping to the small planet of Naboo. While the congress of the Republic endlessly debates this alarming chain of events, the Supreme Chancellor has secretly dispatched two Jedi Knights, the guardians of peace and justice in the galaxy, to settle the conflict.....
Space
(Pan down to reveal a small space cruiser heading toward camera at great speed.
Pan with the cruiser as it heads toward the beautiful green planet of Naboo, which is surrounded by hundreds of Trade Federation battleships)
Republic Cruiser
(In the cockpit of the cruise, the captain and pilot maneuver closer to one of the battleships)
Qui-Gon: Captain.
(The Captain turns to an unseen figure sitting behind her)
Captain: Yes, sir?
Qui-Gon: Tell them we wish to board at once.
Captain: Yes, sir.
(The captain looks to her view screen, where Nute Gunray, a Neimoidian trade viceroy, waits for a reply)
Captain: With all due respect for the Trade Federation, the Ambassadors for the Supreme Chancellor wish to board immediately.
Nute: Yes, yes, of coarse... ahhh... as you know, our blockade is perfectly legal, and we'd be happy to recieve the Ambassador... Happy to.
(The screen goes black. Out the cockpit window,
the sinister battleship looms ever closer)
Federation Battleship
(The small space cruiser docks in the enormous main bay of the Federation battleship. A protocol droid, TC-14, waits at the door to the docking bay. Two worker droids, PK-4 and EG-9 watch)
PK-4: They must be important if the Viceroy sent one of those useless protocol gearheads to greet them.
(The door opens, and the Republic cruiser can be seen in the docking bay.
Two darkly robed figures are greeted by
TC-14)
TC-14: I'm TC-14 at your service. This way, please.
(They move off down the hallway)
EG-9: A Republic cruiser! That's trouble... don't you think?
PK-4: I'm not made to think.
-----Time Skip-----
(A door slides open, and the two cloaked shapes are led past camera into the formal conference room by TC-14)
TC-14: I hope you honoured sirs with the most comfortable here. My master will be with you shortly.
(The droid bows before Obi-Wan Kenobi and Qui-Gon Jinn. He backs out the door and it closes. The jedi lower their hoods and look out a large window at the lush green planet of Naboo. Qui-Gon sixty years old, has long white hair in a ponytail. He is tall and striking, with blue eyes. Obi-Wan is twenty five, with very short brown hair, pale skin, and blue eyes. Several exotic, bird-like creatures sing in a cage near the door)
Obi-Wan: I have a bad feeling about this.
Qui-Gon: I don't sense anything.
Obi-Wan: It's not about the mission, Master, it's something... elsewhere... elusive.
Qui-Gon: Don't center on your anxiety, Obi-Wan. Keep your concentration here and now where it belongs.
Obi-Wan: Master Yoda says I should be mindful of the future...
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The True Chosen One - Male Reader x Star Wars (On-Hold)
FanfictionIn the events of the phantom menace, two young slaves are spotted on Tatooine. They are very skilled in the force and has already shown signs of it. This boys are Y/N and Anakin Skywalker.
