Star Wars: Clone Wars

Commander. Approaching target.

- Begin jamming signals. - Yes, sir.

Open doors.

Approaching droid perimeter. We are undetected.

- Gun it! - Sir.

- Three life signs. One in the rubble. - Sir!

- Another in the rafters. - Yes, sir.

Everyone else, with me. Move out.

Shoot him down! Shoot him down!

Backup, now.

- Everyone out. - No! We must pursue!

General, we can't. The survivors will die. We have no time.

Aayla.

Shaak Ti.

They're stabilized, sir. They just might make it.

- And the others? - They are all dead, sir.

Run, Jedi, run.

You have only prolonged the inevitable.

Did you hear that, Master Qui-Gon?

- Yes, Ana/ah. Fr ca//5 rayon. - The tree?

Yes. You must enter it... alone.

I'm... afraid, Master.

Control your fear.

You are the chosen one, and you must be tested.

- Wh-What's in there? - Only what you take with you.

Your final test is at hand...

Trust in the Force.

Hmm.

We may have been exhausted, but when was the last time

someone stood up to five Jedi and held his own?

This must be dealt with.

I agree. This General Grievous is changing the shape of the war.

Our numbers were dwindling before, and now this.

Yes. We need more knights.

I know this will generate debate,

but I suggest that in this time of war

we forgo the trials and promote my Padawan, Anakin, to Jedi knight.

This is preposterous. We can't set aside our most hallowed traditions.

In this time of need, why do we hold back the chosen one?

Whether or not he is the chosen one is still to be determined.

Hmm. Palpatine has been requesting this for months now.

Politicians have no voice in Jedi matters.

Well, he is a cunning warrior and our best pilot.

- He is reckless with his gifts. - Sometimes in the past, yes.

But regardless, Anakin has been through things more difficult than the trials.

Surely he passed a trial of skill

when he defeated that dark assassin on the fourth moon of Yavin...

and he endured an atrocious trial of the flesh at the hands of Count Dooku.

- Hmm. - And he continued to pass

every test of courage this war has dealt him.

It would seem he would have but one trial left to face.

- Testing the spirit? - Facing the mirror.

And that is what concerns me.

To walk the path of the Jedi, one's spirit must be strong.

That requires discipline, and he has often disobeyed you, has he not, Master Kenobi?

Did you not disobey me from time to time in your youth, Master Rancisis?

A just debate this is, but in these days of war, need all the knights we can.

Unorthodox young Skywalker's career has been.

So too will be his trials.

Trust in the Force I do.

A knight he shall be.

Ani

Mmm.

I've... missed you so much.

I'm tired of all this.

Our love should not be hidden like it's some kind of immoral thing.

Ani, you're almost Jedi knight, and then...

And then what? Jedis aren't supposed to be married.

Oh, it doesn't matter.

It does matter. We knew it would be like this.

Perhaps things can change after the war,

but for now, the Republic needs you,

and in the shadows of Coruscant, or any other city,

and most importantly in my heart...

I will always love you.

- Well, you do look really good in the dark. - Ani.

Miss Padmé! Miss Padmé!

Oh, no. 3PO.

Miss Padmé! Miss Padmé! Oh, dear. Where did she go?

Miss Padmé! Mi...

Please don't damage me. I-I'm only a droid.

Nobody's going to hurt you, 3PO.

Master Anakin? On, Miss Padmé. Thank goodness you're unharmed.

I was so worried. You left without notifying...

- You look different, 3PO. - Oh. It must be this disguise.

- No, 3PO. It's your new gold plating. - Gold plating?

Oh, yes. In the service of a senator, one must be presentable.

- Well, let's see it. - Here? Now? In this neighborhood? Oh.

Very well. If you wish.

Impressive. Most impressive.

Yes, I rather fancy it myself.

Young one. The council requires your presence immediately.

I'll be right there, Master.

- Don't want to go. - You must, Ani.

- I love you. - Mmm.

Anakin, you're late.

Oh.

When the council requests your presence, it is always of great importance.

If I'm late for another scolding, does it really matter?

Scolding? You're not a little boy anymore,

but as long as you are my student, you will heed my wisdom.

You're right. I'm not a little boy,

and as far as your wisdom goes, you're no Qui-Gon Jinn.

Master, forgive me. I-I didn't mean...

I know. I miss him too.

Not a day goes by that I don't look to his wisdom for guidance.

I've done my best to pass his teaching to you, and in our time together

you have proven to me that you are capable of all he believed you would be.

And now we must leave our roles as master and student.

- It is time we became... brothers. - Master?

Step forward, Padawan.

Anakin Skywalker, by the right of the council

by the will of the Force

dub thee I do... Jedi...

Knight of the Republic.

I wonder how many they'll send.

We've got so much firepower in here.

These walls are ray-shielded. They can't take this fort.

It'll probably be, uh, 50 Jedi. They'll need at least that many.

Maybe a hundred Jedi. They'll never take this base with less.

Hah. They'll need an army of Jedi.

- I have a visual. - Jedi?

- I think so. - How many? A thousand?

- No. - Eighty?

- No, sir. - What? Fifty?

- Less. - Forty? Come on. How many?

- Two. - What? Give me those.

- General Kenobi. - Commander Cody.

The siege goes well. With our continued barrage, their shield should be down in three months.

But we've been here a month already.

Yes, sir. We're right on schedule.

Oh.

- What is that? - Lunch.

How can you eat that?

But, Master, you're the one who always taught me to feed off the living Force.

That's not what I...

- Where did you get that stuff anyway? - From the enemy camp.

What? You were there? What were you doing?

Reconnaissance.

How did you penetrate the shield?

I found this ancient sewer that goes right under the old city.

Sol assume the plan is to crawl through the sewer

work our way to the shield generator

fight our way through the defenses

blow up the generator, knocking out the shield,

and all our troops swarm in and overwhelm the enemy.

Yep. Let's go.

What an incredible smell you've discovered.

- What now? - We swim.

I knew you were going to say that.

- Let's go. - No, no, no, no. Wait.

- Did you say something? - Negative.

There are alternatives to fighting.

That's no fun.

All units attack. Let's go!

Nee 30's, my Mend. Nee 30's.

Stop using the standard attacks. Use the unorthodox.

How often must I tell you? Control my central line.

Good.

Faster. Destroy my focus.

You're holding the saber too tightly.

Now too lightly.

Mmm. A new one?

Your training has served me well.

It has awarded me many trophies.

Don't let your pursuit of trinkets cloud your reality.

Remember what I taught you, General.

If you are to succeed in combat against the best of the Jedi

you must have fear, surprise and intimidation on your side.

For if any one element is lacking

it would be best for you to retreat.

You must break them before you engage them.

Only then will you ensure victory and have your trophy.

Wise counsel, my apprentice. Most wise.

My master.

Report, General. What news from the front?

The strategy is working perfectly, my lord.

The Jedi and their forces are stretched thin across the outer rim worlds

in a vain attempt to contain our new offensive.

Good. Good. Now is the time to strike.

Now is the time to launch our final operation.

Is everything ready for your special mission?

Yes, Lord Sidious.

The unsuspecting fools know not what awaits.

Typical. The weather clears as soon as we're leaving.

General. Urgent message from Coruscant.

We are most pleased with your performance-both of you.

With your command of the third army...

I'm sure we are well on our way to achieving victory in this war.

But for every system that is liberated

it seems another is taken, prolonging this conflict.

- We must stop this war at its source. - Grievous.

We have questionable intel on this at best,

On the contrary, my intelligence assures me that my information is quite accurate.