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Star Wars: A Lost Hope (The Final Episode in DuracellEnergizer's New PT Re-Write)


With KOTE revised to my satisfaction, I’m now going to go ahead and start developing my screenplay for the final episode in my re-write, A Lost Hope.

I haven’t started on the screenplay yet (though I do have the opening crawl typed out and a good idea for the opening scene thought up) but here’s the basic plot in a nutshell:

Sixteen years have passed since the events of KOTE. The Clone Wars are long over and the Empire is at peace – at peace and in a great economic depression; the only ones profiting during this time are the criminal syndicates and the corrupt senators in their pockets.

Guided by the spirits of the long-departed Lords of the Sith, Anakin has spent these last several years rebuilding the Sith Brotherhood. Establishing a base of operations on the rainy planet of Vjun, Anakin has relentlessly searched the Known Galaxy for followers and relics of the Old Sith – the latter of which he has gathered from ancient Sith worlds and battlegrounds or stolen from museums, private collections, and heavily fortified fortresses.

Obi-Wan, now an honourary general of the Alderaanian Army, has spent just as many years pursing Anakin. So relentless has he been in his pursuit that it has cost him his family; Siri has divorced him and he is estranged from his adoptive son, Darth.

Under advisement from Siri to heal the rift between them, Obi-Wan and Darth have reluctantly agreed to form a temporary master-apprentice relationship. While living and working together, father and son cross paths with the Lord of the Sith and his followers. Captured, the two Jedi are taken to Bast Castle on Vjun, where they are imprisoned. They eventually escape, but not before Darth has been tempted by Anakin with the powers of the Sith.

There’s more to the plot, but to give too much away would be to spoil the story.

My Episode I re-write.
My Episode II re-write.
Dreams of a Randy Git-Fiend
Tribune Entertainment + Kevin Sorbo + Bob Engels = 1 Unholy Trinity


TITLE CARD: A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away….

A vast sea of stars serves as the main backdrop for the main title, followed by a roll up, which crawls up into infinity.



The Clone Wars are over. After nearly half a century of bloodthirsty crusades, the siege guns finally lie quiet. Peace has come to the Galactic Empire.

Yet the peace has come with a heavy price. The Empire has fallen into a deep economic depression. With the loss of profits and jobs, criminal syndicates have risen to power. The Imperial Senate – filled with corrupt delegates in the pockets of the gangsters – has been rendered ineffectual. The Jedi Knights, now very few in number, do their best to mitigate the widespread strife, all to limited effect.

Yet in this dark age of dismay and confusion, a flame of hope has been kindled. Senator Dantius Palpatine of Nabu has been appointed Supreme Chancellor of the Imperial Senate. Backed by the honourable and ethical senators still remaining, Palpatine has promised to enact a New Order which will see the Senate purged of corruption and the Empire ushered into a glorious renaissance.


To the terrestrial planet Taravedra.

A small fleet of ships heads on an approach vector for the planet. The fleet consists of the CR60 Corvette Slipstream, a DP20 frigate, a GAT-12 Skipray Blastboat, a heavily modified T-6 shuttle, a restored Sith escort gunship, and an assorted mix of starfighters.


Deep within a mountain range stands the Gray Fortress. Carved directly from the rock of a mountain’s summit, it’s every bit as gray as its name would suggest. This is the stronghold of the Gray Knights of Taravedra, an ancient sect of Jedi who have called this world home since the days of the Great Sith Purge.


Within the centre of the reliquary rests a stasis casket. Built by the ancient Sith, it is a technological sarcophagus designed to keep those sealed within its alchemical confines alive in perpetuity. Surrounding the casket are TWENTY GRAY ASCETICS, a subclass of Gray Knights. Descendants of Jedi altered through Force alchemy to be immune to base sensations, the bald Gray Ascetics have no eyes or ears and no senses of taste, smell, or touch, leaving them completely reliant on the Force to experience the universe outside themselves. From the shoulders down they wear suits of dull gray plate armour, the hilts of long-handle lightsabers hanging from their belts.


Inside the air traffic control tower, NINE JEDI AIR TRAFFIC CONTROLLERS man their stations, monitoring their equipment for any sign of inbound traffic. Unlike the Ascetics, these Jedi are baseline Humans, dressed in the gray uniforms of average Gray Knights.

TRAFFIC CONTROLLER #1: (reading monitors) Master!

The commander of the tower leaves his command chair and sidles up beside his subordinate.

TRAFFIC CONTROLLER #1: Seventeen starships incoming, Master – twenty-six klicks and closing.

TOWER COMMANDER: Opening hailing frequencies.

The traffic controller opens hailing frequencies.

TOWER COMMANDER: Inbound vessels, this is Gray Fortress air traffic control. State your identity and business here.

The commander takes a moment to receive a response. None follow.

TOWER COMMANDER: Inbound vessels, by your silence I am to take it you are not here on friendly terms? Respond.

They still refuse to comply.

TOWER COMMANDER: Very well. Your access to our landing strip has been denied. Turn back and return whence you came – I repeat, turn back immediately. Refuse to comply and we will consider you aggressors and act accordingly. This is your only warning.

TRAFFIC CONTROLLER #1: They’re still coming.

Returning to his chair, the commander flips up a cover and presses a large red button.


As the air raid sirens begin to WAIL, the Jedi fighter pilots of Gray Squadron scamper out to their Z-95 Headhunters. Climbing in their starfighters, they fire them up and take off for open air.


The enemy ships soar towards the Gray Fortress, the Slipstream taking the lead. Coming to meet them is Gray Squadron.


GRAY LEADER: I’m on the leader. Gray Two and Three, cover me.


As Gray Leader zeroes in on the Slipstream, opening fire with his blaster cannons, the blue plasma bolts pass straight through the Corvette as if it wasn’t even there. As his Headhunter itself passes through the Slipstream, it becomes certain that it really isn’t.

As the other Headhunters try to intercept the other enemy ships, it turns out they’re just as illusionary as the Slipstream.


GRAY FOUR: By the Force --!?


The enemy vessels then discorporate, breaking up as if they were made of cloud, leaving the Jedi starfighters in the air alone.


GRAY EIGHT: Some kind of trick!


Meanwhile back at Gray Fortress, the real Slipstream and entourage comes swooping down out of the sky from a whole 'nother direction, catching the gunners within the turbolaser turrets quite off guard. Before most of the gunners can swivel into the correct positions to fire upon the incoming craft, the enemy vessels attack, unleashing violet turbolaser beams, plasma bolts, and proton bombs which obliterate the turbolaser embankments and turn the fortress grounds into a sudden warzone.


As their citadel trembles around them, Gray Knights scurry to and fro.


Returning to the fortress, Gray Squadron finally intercepts the unknown attackers. The sky comes alive with violet-and-blue fireworks as the ships all zip around each other, firing their weapons.


Within the Slipstream’s dark meditation chamber, LORD BIBHRAMA sits cross-legged atop a shallow circular platform. He is a rather peculiar-looking creature, with large bat-like ears; over-sized milky eyes, and a small nose situated over a large white mustache and long white beard. Over his slender shoulders he wears a large green cloak; on his wrists he wears jewelled gauntlets; and upon his paw-like left hand he wears a Sith amulet.

CHANTING in low tones, closing his eyes, Bibhrama raises his hands in the air. The jewel on the back of his Sith amulet begins to resonate with a baleful violet glow.


For reasons they cannot fathom, the pilots of Gray Squadron suddenly lose their ability to coordinate against the enemy starcraft. This costs them their defense of Gray Fortress, their ships, and their lives.


In the Gray Fortress’ entrance hall, a PLATOON OF GRAY KNIGHTS have assembled. Their gray uniforms are similar in style to those worn by the Jedi in the control tower, albeit reinforced with light armour to make them suitable battle garb. The platoon commander, MASTER KAOLIN DARGUUN, stands at the head of the unit, his black eyes focused on the large metal blast door which stands between them and the enemy outside.


The Slipstream, DP20, Skipray Blastboat, T-6 shuttle, and Sith gunship finally touch down. Boarding ramps opening on the DP20 and gunship, they disgorge DOZENS UPON DOZENS OF NOGHRI DEATH COMMANDOS. The Noghri – reptilian humanoids with gray skin, rectangular heads, and large, squat noses – are short but wiry creatures, their small stature disguising the deadly potential within.

As the Noghri arrange themselves in columns between the starships and fortress entrance, TWO SITH APPRENTICES exit the Blastboat and T-16, respectively. The first is a Human male, GALEN MAREK. Approximately seventeen years old, he is tall and lean, handsome, with close-cropped black hair and small, dark, insolent eyes. He wears on his person a Jedi lightsaber and a Mandalorian vibrosword. The second is a Togruta female, AHSOKA TANO. Approximately eighteen years old, she is short and slender, beautiful, with three blue-striped white head-tails and large, expressive, sapphire eyes. She wears on her person a pair of crystalline sai.

The columns of Death Commandos behind them, the Sith apprentices face the blast door separating them from the Jedi.


The blast door rises. The Gray Knights of Taravedra find themselves face-to-face with the hordes of the Resurrected Brotherhood of the Sith.

KAOLIN DARGUUN: (ignites lightsaber) Jedi, at arms!

Triggering their silver lightsabers, the Jedi warriors join their master in the charge against the Sith.


Like a pair of tidal waves, the two sides come together. The gray fabric of the Jedi uniforms collides with the gray skin of the Noghri. Blades of silver plasma and blades of lightsaber-resistant metal clash against each other or slice into pliant flesh.

As two Gray Knights – male and female – converge on Galen, he whips out his lightsaber. Triggering the Jedi weapon with a sharp SNAP-HISS, he blocks the female Jedi’s silver blade with his crimson one. As the male Jedi swings his saber, Galen ducks beneath its arc, saving him his head. Lunging with the vibroblade, the Sith runs the male Jedi through the gut. The dying male no longer a serious threat, Galen focuses all his attention on the female; in moments she, too, is removed from the fight.

A Gray Knight lunges at Ahsoka. Sidestepping the strike, she catches the glowing blade in the tongs of one of her crystal sai. Locking the blade in place, she brings the shaft of her other sai down hard on the lightsaber’s emitter, shattering it. Casting the demolished hilt aside, the Jedi makes a high kick for the Togruta’s face. Deflecting the kick with her forearm, she jabs him in the solar plexus with a sai, driving him to the ground.

The battle wears on. Though the Gray Knights fight bravely, Lord Bibhrama’s battle meditation causes them to lose morale and falter, gaining the Noghri the upper hand. Soon it becomes evident who the victors are; the Sith have won this day.

Master Darguun finds himself the last Jedi left standing. The two Sith apprentices begin circling him.

AHSOKA TANO: Lay down your arms, Master Jedi. We have no truck with you.

GALEN MAREK: We want only the casket.

KAOLIN DARGUUN: For five thousand years the Gray Knights of Taravedra have stood ever-vigilant against the minions of the dark side. Sar Maland shall never be loosed to benight the Galaxy again.

Galen strikes with both blades, scissoring them through the air. Ducking the attack, the Jedi master drives his elbow into the apprentice’s chest, driving him back with a WOOF of forcibly expelled air. As the Sith staggers backward, Darguun kicks him in the face, laying him flat on his back.

Crystal sai in both hands, Ahsoka leaps forward. With lightning quick moves, she makes a series of strikes with her sai, but the Gray Knight expertly dodges all of them. Sweeping her leg along the ground, the Togruta Sith tries to knock Darguun off his feet, but the master leaps above the kick, delivering his own which sends the apprentice sprawling.

Recapturing their wits, Ahsoka and Galen attack Darguun together. Working as a team, they prevail better against the Gray Knight, but not enough to actually best him. For every glancing blow they make, he avoids – and delivers – ten more.

With four more moves, Master Darguun ends this scuffle. Carving a vertical line down Galen’s right eye, he then punches the male apprentice across the face, finally knocking him out cold. Turning, he takes hold of both of Ahsoka’s wrists as she lunges at him; collapsing onto his back, he then uses his foot to hoist her up into the air, tossing her back head-long into the hard courtyard cobblestones.

KAOLIN DARGUUN: (retrieves lightsaber) It ends here.

Looming over the pair of beaten Sith apprentices, the Gray Knight raises the glowing plasma blade high. But before he can deliver the fatal strikes, he begins to CHOKE.

As the Jedi master loses hold of his lightsaber and falls to his knees, clawing at his throat, ANAKIN SKYWALKER and Lord Bibhrama emerge from the Slipstream. Sixteen years older than when we saw him last, Anakin has undergone minor yet noticeable physical changes in the intervening years. In addition to the goatee he has grown, he wears a long, ugly scar which runs under his left eye, across the left side of his face, ending at his ear. He is attired in an outfit consisting of a midnight blue tunic and slacks, black gloves and boots, a long black tabard, and a large black cloak.

With Darguun kneeling there, fighting to draw breath, the two Sith Lords approach.

ANAKIN: You’ll forgive me, Master Jedi, if I spare my apprentices your blade.

Anakin and Bibhrama continue on their way, slipping inside the Gray Fortress with a squad of accompanying Noghri, leaving the remaining Death Commandos to attend to Galen and Ahsoka and Darguun’s face to turn deep red.


The Sith and their Noghri slip inside the reliquary. Sensing the intruders, the twenty Gray Ascetics take up their long-handle lightsabers, igniting the silver blades. Bringing the thrumming blades to bear, they advance.

Stepping forward, Bibhrama throws up his left hand, barking an incantation. As the Sith amulet glows anew, the Ascetics halt and drop their lightsabers. Through the Force, Bibhrama awakens the Jedi to all the senses they’ve been deadened to; overwhelmed by sight, hearing, taste, smell, and touch, they collapse to the floor, SCREAMING as they claw at nonexistent ears and eyes, biting into their own tongues and smashing in their own noses to kill the flavours of the air all around them.

Passing through the writhing Jedi, Anakin approaches the stasis casket. Coming to the casket’s access panel, he submits the requisite code. The obsidian lid opens, revealing the contents secreted within: a Human corpse – five thousand years dead but as fresh as the day it met its fate – adorned in the armour of Sar Maland, a Sith warlord from the time of King Adas. A phylactery for Maland’s own soul, anyone who lays a hand upon the indestructible iron suit will fall under its spell and be compelled to don it, becoming host to the murderous warlord.

Bending low over the body, Anakin peers into the dark eyes of Sar Maland’s helm. The skull-like visage of the helm almost seems to look back at the Lord of the Sith.


Gathering their injured and dead, the Noghri return to the ships. Ahsoka and Galen stand over Darguun, who lies face-down upon the ground, face dark blue, still alive but only just barely.

The Noghri squad emerges from the fortress, guiding a repulsor pad towards the Slipstream; upon the repulsor pad rests the stasis casket, sealed once more. Bibhrama and Anakin emerge from the fortress after them.

As the Noghri guide the casket into the Corvette, the Sith Lords join the apprentices. At this point Anakin releases his hold on the Jedi master’s trachea, finally allowing him to breathe freely again.

KAOLIN DARGUUN: (gasps harshly)

ANAKIN: Excuse my acute display of Force, but I do not take kindly to the sight of Jedi striking down defenseless opponents.

KAOLIN DARGUUN: Do you know what you have unleashed? The armour of Sar Maland –

ANAKIN: (interrupts) The armour of Sar Maland is a relic of the Old Sith. (points at Darguun) You have no claim to it. (beat) The armour shall be taken to our world. There it shall be appreciated by the acolytes of the Resurrected Brotherhood – from afar.

KAOLIN DARGUUN: The armour will seek out a host. Your acolytes will be unable to resist its call.

DARTH: If you believe we cannot contain the armour, you are welcome to come with us. Your expertise may prove invaluable.

Darguun glowers at Anakin.

ANAKIN: I thought not. (beat) Your burden has been lifted, Master. Find a new cause to fight for.

The Lord of the Sith and his acolytes return to their ships. Powering up, the Sith vessels rise from the courtyard and take off into the open sky, leaving Darguun alone with the slain and the wounded surrounding him.


Hours later.

With the fall of twilight, relief ships from Alderaan have come to assist the decimated Gray Knights. Injured Jedi are looked at and attended to by medics, the most grievously injured taken aboard shuttles to be ferried up to an orbiting medical frigate.

A Lambda-class shuttle lands in the courtyard. Painted blue, the Lambda bears the crest of the Alderaanian Fleet. Boarding ramp lowering, OBI-WAN KENOBI emerges. Obi-Wan, too, has undergone subtle but profound changes in the last sixteen years. He wears his graying blond hair short and has grown a Van Dyke beard. Appointed General of the Alderaanian Fleet, he wears the corresponding uniform: a black jumpsuit complete with silver gloves, boots, and belt.

Passing through the Imperial medics and wounded Gray Knights, the ronin Jedi Knight approaches the entrance of the Gray Fortress. Above the entrance, burned deep into the stone, is the crest of the Resurrected Brotherhood of the Sith. Based on the Imperial crest, it consists of six spokes contained within a hexagon.

OBI-WAN: Damn. Missed him again.

This post has been edited.

My Episode I re-write.
My Episode II re-write.
Dreams of a Randy Git-Fiend
Tribune Entertainment + Kevin Sorbo + Bob Engels = 1 Unholy Trinity



The seventeen Sith starships come to Vjun.

Aquamarine-and-white in colour, Vjun is a predominately aquatic world, with about 82% of the surface covered in water. Only two modest continents surrounded by several small islands rise up from the ocean floor, the western continent the larger of the pair.


Breaking through the thick cloud cover, the Sith crafts approach Bast Castle. Built on a waterfall, a river running through it, Bast Castle is obsidian in colour, with a squat base which gives rise to a tall tower which tapers off at two spires at the top, granting the castle a resemblance to an oversized tuning fork. This is the home base of the Resurrected Brotherhood of the Sith.


The ships touch down on a landing platform linked to the castle by a short stone causeway. As Anakin, his three acolytes, and the Noghri climb out of their ships, they find NEARLY TWO-DOZEN MEMBERS OF THE BROTHERHOOD standing out in the pouring rain in wait for them.

Breaking away from the other twenty-three, ASAJJ VENTRESS approaches Anakin. A tall Rattataki woman in early middle age, Ventress has the distinctive pale white skin and bald cranium common to people of her near-Human species. Adorned in knee-high black boots, black evening gloves, a form-fitting white dress, and a pectoral necklace of onyx stones, Ventress also wears upon her scalp several black tattoos – the last of her possessions from her days as a Separatist in the Second Clone War.

ASAJJ VENTRESS: Lord Skywalker, your campaign was successful?

ANAKIN: (sweeps out arm) See for yourself, Asajj.

Following Anakin’s arm, Ventress watches as the Noghri unload the stasis casket from the Slipstream.

ASAJJ VENTRESS: (smiles) This artifact will be granted a special place of honour in our reliquary.

ANAKIN: The casket, yes. The body will receive an honourable burial, along with the armour it wears.

ASAJJ VENTRESS: (frowns) Master?

ANAKIN: The Gray Knights are correct in their assessment of the armour. Loath as I am to admit it, our acolytes may lack the discipline to resist its lure; should one of us succumb, the cost could be catastrophic. No. We will place the armour beyond mortal reach.

ASAJJ VENTRESS: Then why steal the armour away from the Taravedran Knights if they’ve successfully contained it these thousands of years?

ANAKIN: I’ll give you the same answer I gave them: They have no claim to it.


Having dispensed with his cloak, tabard, and gloves, Anakin enters the sunroom. Though the room isn’t exceedingly wide, it does sport a very high ceiling, allowing the south wall to accommodate a series of tall windows which let in an abundance of natural outdoor light.

Close to the windows, NASHIRA SKYWALKER reclines in a chaise longue. Clad in an off-shoulder dress of carmine velvet which shows off her shapely legs, wearing her long strawberry blond hair back in a braid, her attention is focused on the screen of a datapad she is reading. She doesn’t seem to be aware of Anakin’s presence behind her.

ANAKIN: Nashira.

Hearing his voice, she finally turns her head to look upon him.

ANAKIN: (cont’d) I’m home.

NASHIRA: (turns off datapad) Don’t let me get up on your account.

ANAKIN: (grins) I wouldn’t think of it.

Crossing in front of the chaise longue, the Lord of the Sith sits down on the end of it. Setting down her datapad, 'Shira sits up.

NASHIRA: Come get some sugar, baby.

Husband and wife kiss then hug, happy to be in close company after so long a time spent apart.


Emerging from hyperspace, the Dreadnought-class battle cruiser Wandering Knight cruises toward the beautiful blue orb that is Alderaan.


Obi-Wan stands on the bridge, arms held behind him, gazing out at the planet through the bridge viewport.


Unlike Coruscant, where the natural landscape has been wholly supplanted by a global cityscape, Alderaan is a place where technology and nature co-exist in a peaceful balance. Built along the coast of a large sparkling lake, the white marble towers and polished chromium platforms of Alderaan’s capital rise up almost high enough to touch the brilliant yellow sun in the clear azure sky. With elevated lanes connecting the towers and platforms, the ground below is allowed to escape urban development; large parks and walking trails exist where paved streets would lie on many other developed worlds.


The Wandering Knight lands. Exiting the capital ship, Obi-Wan emerges out under the bright sunlight.


The Jedi Knight sits in the back of a taxi airspeeder, on his way out of the city.


The taxi pulls up to a cottage. Built close to the lakefront, there is naught but crystal clear water, white sand, and long wild grass to be found surrounding it.

Climbing out of the taxi, Obi-Wan pays the driver then proceeds to his home.


Opening the front door, Obi-Wan steps inside. A small dwelling, the cottage only houses four rooms: the living area; a kitchen; a bedroom; and a refresher unit. For Obi-Wan, who lives alone, this space is sufficient.

Closing the door, Obi-Wan walks up to the fireplace mantel. Atop the mantel rest two decorations: the hilt of Anakin’s former lightsaber, retired from active duty since the wayward apprentice’s departure, and a hologram of himself with his wife SIRI TACHI and eleven-year-old son DARTH VADER. Picking up the hologram, Obi-Wan examines it. All three figures are looking at the unseen holographer, bright smiles on their faces.

Returning the hologram to its place, Obi-Wan takes a seat at a small round table. Setting his chin down on his closed fist, he stares ahead at nothing.

Obi-Wan Kenobi – Jedi Knight; veteran of the Third Clone War; decorated war hero; former sergeant in the Imperial Army and present General of the Alderaanian Fleet – leads a sad and lonely existence.


The large mushroom-shaped Senate Building stands dark against the electric blue sky of Coruscant.


JEDI MISTRESS ADI GALLIA, member of the Jedi Council of the Order of Coruscant, enters the private box reserved for Council members. Sitting down with her husband, GRAND MASTER MACE WINDU, she joins him in looking out through the box window to the Convocation Chamber beyond.


Atop the tall podium situated in the centre of the chamber stands DANTIUS PALPATINE with his vice chair and his aide, MAS AMEDDA and SLY MOORE. A Human male in his early thirties, Palpatine appears at least five years younger than his age. Clad in a crimson robe, he is regally handsome, with slicked-back platinum blond hair, high cheekbones, and clear, blue eyes. Amedda and Moore are Chagrian and Umbaran, respectively.

A large hologram comes to life over the trio’s heads. It is a projection of EMPEROR SON HHAT’S FACE. Hhat, the successor to the Imperial throne following the untimely death of Cos Dashit some years back, has a large round face and beady eyes. Clad in a hood of gold shimmersilk, we can instinctively tell his pomposity exceeds his competence.

MAD AMEDDA: His Imperial Majesty Emperor Son Hhat!

The amassed senators declare in one voice “Hail the emperor!”

SON HHAT: In light of the suspicions of corruption circling this body, I have appointed Senator Dantius Palpatine of Nabu and the Chommell Sector your new supreme chancellor. When he speaks, take heart that he speaks for me.

The emperor, having spoke his piece, allows the supreme chancellor to speak his.

DANTIUS PALPATINE: It is with great reluctance that I have agreed to this calling. Beyond representing my home planet and my sector, I have no ambitions. But the fact that this crisis is demanding I be given control over the Senate is evident. (beat) I make my solemn promise to you as supreme chancellor: Those elements responsible for compromising the integrity of this once-august body will be found; they will be revealed for the treacherous serpents they are; they will be delivered unto justice for their crimes.

A CHORUS OF APPLAUSE rings out. How many of the senators are genuinely applauding as opposed to masking their true sentiments remains to be uncovered.


MACE WINDU: (smiles) It is done, then.


Windu and Gallia cross paths with Palpatine and his retinue of FIVE BLUE-GARBED SENATE GUARDS.

MACE WINDU: Congratulations on your appointment, Chancellor Palpatine.

DANTIUS PALPATINE: Your congratulations are appreciated, Master Windu. (beat) The job ahead of me is a great one indeed. It will not be easy cleansing the Senate of corruption.

MACE WINDU: You will see the task through to completion, Chancellor. I’m certain of that.

DANTIUS PALPATINE: I must admit your faith in my capabilities is greater than my own, Master Jedi.

MACE WINDU: Just remember that if you are ever in need of aid, the Order of Coruscant will be there to provide it.

DANTIUS PALPATINE: (smiles) I’ll be sure to remember that. Thank you, Master Jedi.

The Chancellor and the Jedi continue on their respective ways.

As the two spouses continue along the passage, Gallia gives Windu a strange look. He notices.


ADI GALLIA: (shrugs) Nothing.

MACE WINDU: That look isn’t nothing, Adi. Please, tell me what’s on your mind.

ADI GALLIA: Your pledge to the chancellor; wasn’t it a bit …


ADI GALLIA: (cont’d) A bit bold?


ADI GALLIA: The Order submits to the will of the people through the Senate. One man isn’t the Senate, Mace.

MACE WINDU: So long as there remain senators with ties to Black Sun, the Hutt Cartel, any illicit enterprise, I will consider that one man the Senate.

This post has been edited.

My Episode I re-write.
My Episode II re-write.
Dreams of a Randy Git-Fiend
Tribune Entertainment + Kevin Sorbo + Bob Engels = 1 Unholy Trinity



Coruscant’s distant blue-white sun is setting behind the spires of the Jedi Temple of the Order of Coruscant.


Within a turbolift ride two figures, one clad in the uniform of a Coruscanti Jedi knight, the other in the uniform of a Coruscanti Jedi apprentice: SIRI TACHI and UZOCHI WINDU-GALLIA. Save for a short hairstyle she now wears, Siri hasn’t changed much in the interim since we saw her last. Uzochi, on the other hand, is now a twenty-year-old beanpole of a man – a far cry from the small, cherubic four-year-old we knew him as.

Running his hands through his hair – which is cropped short save for the single thin braid of apprenticeship he wears on the right side of his head – Uzochi then smooths out the front of his gray tunic.

SIRI: You’re on edge.

UZOCHI: (shakes head) Not at all.

SIRI: I haven’t seen you this tense since … since that first day as your caretaker.

UZOCHI: (chuckles nervously) I don’t even remember that.

SIRI: You’re sweating. Relax. Take a deep breath.

UZOCHI: I’ve been anticipating this day for ten years, Siri.

SIRI: You can anticipate it another ten minutes, 'Chi.


Emerging from the turbolift, the two Jedi walk up to the double doors leading into the Council Chambers. At their approach, the doors slide open, yawning darkness waiting beyond.

Exchanging silent glances with Siri, Uzochi steps inside.


'Chi makes his way to the centre of the pitch black room. Once his footfalls cease, twelve lightsabers spring to life in a unified SNAP-HISS around him, forming a perfect circle of varicoloured light. Surrounding the Jedi apprentice are the TWELVE MEMBERS OF THE CORUSCANTI JEDI COUNCIL: Master Cin Drallig; Master Ani Expy; Master Ben Expy; Master Kit Fisto; Mistress Gallia; Master Coleman Kcaj; Master Agen Kolar; Master Plo Koon; Master Ki-Adi-Mundi; Mistress Shaak Ti; Master Saesee Tiin, and Master Windu. All their lightsabers shine blue, green, or yellow save for Windu’s, which resonates with an electric purple radiance.

MACE WINDU: Step forward, apprentice.

Uzochi approaches his father, getting down on one knee before him. As Windu raises his saber, the other masters lower theirs.

MACE WINDU: (lays blade on Uzochi’s shoulders) Uzochi Windu-Gallia, by the right of the Council, by the will of the Force, I dub thee Jedi …

Raising his weapon’s power setting, Windu cuts the braid from his son’s head. It lands on the floor, severed end still smouldering.

MACE WINDU: (cont’d) Knight of the Galactic Empire.

The ceremony completed, Uzochi rises to his full height, now a true Jedi Knight.


Siri is waiting there patiently when 'Chi emerges from the Council Chambers.

UZOCHI: (beams) I’m a knight!

Bursting with excitement, Uzochi seizes Siri in a tight hug.

UZOCHI: I only wish Darth could’ve been here.

SIRI: (smile falters) That would’ve been nice.


Within the Outlander Club sits DARTH VADER. Like his friend Uzochi, Darth has undergone dynamic physical changes over the last couple decades. A very tall man, he is also very muscular; it is quite evident he works out. Currently dressed in a heavily wrinkled version of Chi’s Jedi uniform, he sits hunched over a glass of some blue liquor, ogling the female strippers who gyrate and undulate atop the table before him.

Darth’s attention has focused on one stripper in particular – a Theelin stripper with mottled lavender skin and white hair. As she takes notice of his gaze, she gets down on her belly and crawls toward him.

THEELIN STRIPPER: Haven’t seen you before.

DARTH: (drunk) You remember every face that comes in here?

Sitting up, she draws the zipper of her electric crimson catsuit down.

THEELIN STRIPPER: Not too many Jedi come in here.

Looking down, Darth finally seems to realize what he’s wearing.

DARTH: Name’s Darth.


DARTH: 'Chi – my friend, 'Chi – he’s being knighted today.

Pulling the front of her catsuit open, Zema unveils her ample bosom – the nipples of which are hidden behind maroon pasties.


DARTH: 'Chi doesn’t drink – and he’s not much interested in women – so I’m here celebrating for him.

ZEMA: His loss.

Lying on her back, Zema lifts her legs up into the air. Pushing the catsuit down, she uncovers her firm buttocks and the maroon thong that does little to conceal it from the universe.

DARTH: (eyes bulging) I’ll say.

Tossing the catsuit away, Zema gets up on her knees. Balancing her breasts on one forearm, she starts peeling her pasties off.

ZEMA: I thought you Jedi weren’t allowed to show interest in us non-Jedi.

DARTH: No one said I couldn’t look.

Taking her breasts in both hands, Zema wiggles them around in front of Darth’s slack face.

ZEMA: (grins) Like what you see?

DARTH: Uh-huh.

ZEMA: Fifteen credits and I’ll let you touch them.

Darth shakes his head to clear the booze from his mind.

DARTH: Let me take you home.

ZEMA: (laughs) Sorry, hon, but my services don’t extend that far – no matter how many credits you got.

DARTH: (firm) Let me take you home.

Zema loses her smile, falling under a trance.

ZEMA: Take me home.

Zema steps down off the table. Throwing an arm around Zema, he guides her to the exit.


The next day, Siri – now attired in casual civilian garb – comes to Darth’s apartment. Standing outside the door, she rings the doorbell.


Hearing the doorbell, Zema steps into the entrance hall. Rubbing her sore backside, she opens the door. Siri looks upon the Theelin woman dressed only in Darth’s Jedi tunic.

SIRI: (nonplussed) I’m here to see Darth.

ZEMA: Come in.


Zema guides Siri into the dining area. Darth is seated at the dining table, hunched over a mug of caf, nursing a hangover.

ZEMA: We were having caf. Care for some?

SIRI: Thank you, no.

Siri sits down at the table with Darth.

ZEMA: Darth, hon? I’m gonna take a shower. I’ll leave you and your girlfriend to talk or … whatever.

SIRI: I’m not his –

But Zema has already left the room.

SIRI: (cont’d) Girlfriend. (sighs)

DARTH: (sips from mug) What do you want, Siri?

SIRI: You missed Uzochi’s knighting ceremony.

DARTH: I didn’t miss it. I chose to celebrate it in my own way.

SIRI: Translation: You spent the most momentous night of your best friend’s life boozing and whoring your way about town.

DARTH: Zema’s not a whore, alright? (beat) She’s a stripper.

SIRI: A fine difference.

DARTH: Look, if you’re here to berate me over my irresponsible behaviour, don’t. I’ve learned my lesson; this raging hangover’s taught it to me.

SIRI: This isn’t the first time I’ve found you getting over a drunken stupor, Darth, or in a drunken stupor or in the company of strange women. You spend less time with me learning the Jedi arts than you do with the beer barons of Uscru District learning theirs.

DARTH: (irate) It’s all about the Jedi with you, isn’t it? Jedi, Jedi, Jedi. It’s all you’ve ever cared a damn about when it came to me. I was never a son to you – just a student to kriffing teach.

SIRI: That’s not the truth.

DARTH: Of course it is. Soon as you and Obi adopted me, you wasted no time squeezing me into that stupid uniform and making me learn about the Force.

SIRI: We didn’t make you. We offered you the choice and you took it.

DARTH: Of course I took it! I was a nine-year-old kid! What nine-year-old doesn’t want to become a Jedi Knight? Thing was I grew out of it, but you – you wouldn’t let me. I couldn’t be a regular teenager, couldn’t have normal interests – especially after the divorce. You only pushed me harder once Obi-Wan was out of the picture. (beat) Well, I’m pushing back. I’m gonna keep pushing until I’ve pushed my way out.

SIRI: So you don’t want to complete your training. You want out of the Order.

DARTH: Looks like it, doesn’t it?

SIRI: Then you won’t mind when you’re cut off.

DARTH: Cut off?

SIRI: (nods) As my apprentice, you receive an ample benefit – which you’ve been using to fuel your hedonistic lifestyle. If our relationship is terminated, so is any income you receive from the Order. Gone are your nights spent at the strip clubs and cantinas – unless you can find a job to pay for them.

DARTH: You’d do it, wouldn’t you? Take away my childhood and as the coup de grâce cut my legs out from under me.

SIRI: If you want to live your life free of the Order, you take everything that comes with that decision – drawbacks included.

DARTH: (angry) Get out.

Rising from her chair, Siri starts out of the room. Stopping in the doorway, she turns back to Darth.

SIRI: Darth, I don’t even care if you want to leave the Order. I just don’t want to see you become … whatever you’re becoming.

With those words spoken, she leaves.

A couple minutes later, Zema re-enters the dining area. Freshly showered, hair brushed, she now wears a shirt and pants taken from Darth’s dresser.

ZEMA: Your girlfriend’s gone?

Darth, too immersed in his own thoughts, doesn’t answer.

ZEMA: Look, I’ve got to head to the club. I left early, didn’t punch out – I’ve got to talk to the boss unless I wanna lose my job. Probably gonna lose my head, anyway. (beat) Listen, I left my number on your bedside table. Give me a ring anytime; I’d love to hook up again. (winks) You’re sure kinky for a Jedi.

DARTH: She’s not my –

But Zema has already left the apartment.

DARTH: (cont’d) Girlfriend.

This post has been edited.

My Episode I re-write.
My Episode II re-write.
Dreams of a Randy Git-Fiend
Tribune Entertainment + Kevin Sorbo + Bob Engels = 1 Unholy Trinity


I’m no longer overly fond of when my PT takes place relative to the OT, the ages and backstories of some of the characters, and the lack of a main villain across all three prequels in my trilogy, so I’m going to return to the screenplays of TND and KOTE to rectify these flaws. This means I’m going to have to put development of this screenplay on-hold for the foreseeable future. Sorry about that. 😦

In case you’re curious, here’s the revised timeline of events I’ll be using:

94 BBY

  • Clone Wars begin with the First Clone War

91 BBY

  • First Clone War ends

86 BBY

  • Ben Kenobi is born

84 BBY

  • Siri Tachi is born

83 BBY

  • Kane Skywaker & Nellith Whitesun are married on Taris
  • Owen Lars is born

79 BBY

  • Second Clone War begins
  • Beru Skywalker is born
  • Kane, Nellith, & Beru move to Tatooine

71 BBY

  • Anakin Skywalker is born

70 BBY

  • Ben leaves Tatooine to begin his training under Yoda
  • Second Clone War ends
  • Galactic Republic becomes the Galactic Empire

69 BBY

  • Third Clone War begins

67 BBY

  • Ben finishes his training under Yoda, starts going under the name “Obi-Wan”, and enlists in the Imperial Army
  • Nashira DuQuesne is born

60 BBY

  • Darth Vader is born

56 BBY

  • The events of Star Wars: The New Dawn transpire

51 BBY

  • The events of Star Wars: Knight of the Empire transpire
  • Clone Wars end with the Third Clone War

35-34 BBY

  • The events of Star Wars: A Lost Hope transpire

34 BBY

  • Great Jedi Purge begins

30 BBY

  • Great Jedi Purge ends

18 BBY

  • Luke Skywalker & Leia Organa are born

My Episode I re-write.
My Episode II re-write.
Dreams of a Randy Git-Fiend
Tribune Entertainment + Kevin Sorbo + Bob Engels = 1 Unholy Trinity


I’ve finished making the Absolutely Final Revisions™ to The New Dawn. The single most major change: Zul doesn’t go nuclear. This means Pre Vizsla doesn’t get vaporized, which means he can return in Knight of the Empire.

I’ve now begun making the requisite changes to KOTE to bring Vizsla into the story. My plan is to involve him in Anakin’s search for Korriban. Depending on how generous the muse is to me, I may finish the revisions to KOTE sooner (within weeks) or later (a month or more), then I can get back to working on this screenplay again.

My Episode I re-write.
My Episode II re-write.
Dreams of a Randy Git-Fiend
Tribune Entertainment + Kevin Sorbo + Bob Engels = 1 Unholy Trinity


I have finished the revisions to KOTE.

As I mentioned in my last post, Vizsla returns and accompanies Anakin and Dahlia to Korriban. I’ll be honest, though; I didn’t incorporate him into the plot in the best fashion possible. He is, quite literally, just a navigator, and his dialogue isn’t the greatest. Had I thought to include him in KOTE in the beginning, I probably could’ve given him more and better things to do. As it is, he was shoehorned into the script at the last minute, and it sadly shows.

I have returned to A Lost Hope and I have made some minor revisions to what I’ve posted already. Vizsla will be returning once again later on. Hopefully his role in ALH will make up for his lacklustre portrayal in the revised KOTE.

Links to the revised screenplays of TND & KOTE are provided in my signature.

This post has been edited.

My Episode I re-write.
My Episode II re-write.
Dreams of a Randy Git-Fiend
Tribune Entertainment + Kevin Sorbo + Bob Engels = 1 Unholy Trinity


After some more thought, I realize that I’m never going to be completely happy with KOTE until I figure out a way to work Vizsla into the plot in a far better fashion than I did. That said, I’m not going to stop working on this script to go back to it; I will return to revising KOTE after I am finished on ALH. I thought I’d just inform you all, in case I end up writing anything about Vizsla that conflicts with the events from KOTE.

This post has been edited.

My Episode I re-write.
My Episode II re-write.
Dreams of a Randy Git-Fiend
Tribune Entertainment + Kevin Sorbo + Bob Engels = 1 Unholy Trinity

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