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Like fire across the galaxy, the Clone War spread.
In league with the wicked Count Dooku
more and more planets slip...
Against this threat upon the Jedi Knights
falls the duty to lead the newly formed army of the Republic,
And as the heat of war grows, so too grows the prowess
of one most gifted student of the Force.
The Banking Clan has hidden huge factories on Muunilist
building huge droid armies and massive warships.
- We must act quickly. - I agree.
But who to send? Master Windu still fights on Dantooine.
Lead the assault Master Obi-Wan can.
My army is ready, Chancellor. We can leave immediately.
Yes, and young Skywalker as well.
I suggest that we give him special command of your space forces.
His exceptional skill will be quite useful.
Chancellor, I feel that Padawan Anakin
is not yet ready for such responsibility.
True. With his master a Padawan's place is.
But undeniably strong he has become. Perhaps...
Then it is decided.
I doubt even Master Qui-Gon could have prepared a Jedi for this.
ARC troopers, you have been selected for this task because you are the best, the elite.
You all know what to do.
The success of your mission is our key to a swift victory.
When you get into position, send word, as planned
then I will join you.
Master, I know you don't think I'm ready for a command of my own,
but I am the best pilot in the order.
Chancellor Palpatine knows it. I don't know why you can't...
Padawan, your skills have never been in question. It is your maturity.
I've argued this before. But the decision has been made.
May the Force be with you, Commander.
All squadrons to me.
- ARC troopers, deploy! - Yes, sir.
Evasive action!
Roger, roger.
General Kenobi, target sighted.
Very good, Sergeant. Proceed with the next phase.
Troubled is the planet Mon Calamari.
Its races have divided.
The droid army of the Quarren Isolation League
moves against the Calamari Council.
Alone, the Calamari are no match.
Intervene we must.
Master Fisto, in these matters, trust your insight we do.
May the Force be with you.
Those guns are destroying our foe and positions
The Republic is breaking through
Sir, our cannon at the base of the tower had been destroyed!
Their range is greater than we thought
It must be their artillery
What are we going to do? What are we going to do?
I don't know why Dooku sent you here
if all you going to do is stand around
I mean... whenever you are ready
Everything has been arranged precisely as you have requested
most illustrious Count Dooku.
Indeed
I trust you will find what you seek.
Impressive. You mask your presence well.
flawless timing, perfect control,
You have great skill of infiltration.
My host would applaud your abilities posthumously.
However, I am not looking for a spy.
You are more powerful than I had sensed.
The dark side is strong in me.
For I am Sith.
A bold claim.
But you are not Sith.
You wear the trappings of the Sith, you fight like the Sith,
but this can be imitated, however.
You lack a vital quality found in all Sith.
Sith have no fear. And I sense much fear in you.
You are a foolish old man who knows nothing of the dark side.
Indeed.
Truly if you were Sith
would this contest be not over?
It would not be so easy to defeat a Sith.
So finish it.
We have other plans.
Have you been watching, Master?
I have indeed, Lord Tyranus.
The child's skill with a lightsaber are most impressive.
You have found a promising disciple, my apprentice.
- She shall serve us well. - I am honored.
Let me introduce my master
the true lord of the Sith...
Darth Sidious, - What is your bidding?
A Jedi named Anakin Skywalker.
You will find him for us and eliminate him.
Jedi. Their order is a fading light in the dark.
Corrupt and arrogant. They must be punished.
The Jedi shall fall!
Consider this a gift.
She will be more than a match for young Skywalker.
It matters not.
She is merely an instrument
to bring forth the eradication of the Jedi.
General Kenobi, our cannons are being destroyed.
- Mount up. - Yes, sir.
General Kenobi, we are in position.
I'm on my way.
- We're set, General. - Very well.
Let's end this battle, Commander.
- General - Mercy, I beg you. I am merely a banker.
That is entirely up to you and your unconditional surrender.
Control room secure, General.
One can never be too sure, Commander.
- General, are you all right? - I'm fine.
Seems I've created quite the mess now.
- Haven't I? - Yes, sir.
Now, where were we? Ah, yes.
I believe you were surrendering.
We lost Gold Leader.
Commander, enemy reinforcements coming in .35.
Clear out, Gold 2, I'm coming in.
R4, switch all power to forward shields.
I know. I know.
Red Leader, fire all your missiles across the bow of Cruiser 8.
But, Commander, there's nothing out there.
- No targets. - Do it now, trooper!
Commander Skywalker, almost all the gun platforms are destroyed and only...
Wait. What's that?
Commander, we just lost Blue Squadron.
- A rogue fighter has... - I see it.
Mop up the fighters as planned. This one's mine.
Got you.
I have you now.
Increase power to the thrusters, R4.
This is no droid pilot.
Come on.
- What was that? - I don't know, General.
- That's not one of ours. - No, General.
- That was Anakin. - Yes, General.
- Anakin! - It's under control, Master.
You're supposed to be in space, leading our forces.
It's under control.
Under control? I don't think so.
Your place is with your squadrons, young one, not...
Not chasing one ship through the city streets.
Master, this is no droid pilot.
And the Force is with him. I can't let him getaway.
Anakin, I'm also sensing something strange.
But you must let that ship go. It's baiting you.
Jumping into hyperspace? You have his coordinates?
Then plug them in. He's not losing us.
- Anakin. - Master, the battle up here is more than won.
- I can handle this. - Do not follow that ship.
Anakin, do you hear me? Do not follow that ship! That is an order! Anakin!
Sorry, sir. Your signal is breaking up.
Padawan, if you...
You have the coordinates?
- Yes, General. - Take a squad and follow him.
I've got a bad feeling about this.
- Fire at will. - Roger, roger.
- Recharge accelerators. - Roger, roger.
- Fire. - Roger, roger.
Internal explosions allover. We are losing control.
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