INT. BATTLEMOON/CORRIDOR #1
Obi-Wan, Sev, and the two Beral apprentices race through the corridor, passing several clones who float aimlessly about around them.
SEV BERAL: The battlemoon’s no longer operational. Do you suppose its complement of starfighters still are?
OBI-WAN: I do.
SEV BERAL: Then it is vital we rendezvous with the Steed before our time runs out and the ship decloaks. It would dishearten me greatly to lose our only mode of transportation away from this place.
OBI-WAN: You and I both, Sev.
INT. BATTLEMOON/CORRIDOR #2
Sigeu and Thex, accompanied by a squad of shocktroopers, stride through the corridor on the hunt for the fleeing Jedi.
SGW-0027: (into comlink) They are headed towards Airlock 43. Stop them!
INT. BATTLEMOON/CORRIDOR #1
A SQUAD OF CLONE SHOCKTROOPERS appears at the opposite end of the corridor from the Jedi.
SHOCKTROOPER COMMANDER: Halt!
Taking his lightsaber – Anakin’s former lightsaber – Obi-Wan engages the cyan blade. Following suit, Sev triggers the alizarin blade of his own weapon. As the shocktroopers begin firing upon them, the two knights use their blue and red sabers to block and parry the blaster bolts.
OBI-WAN: Jano! Thermal detonator!
Reaching into a pouch on his utility belt, Jano fishes out a thermal detonator and arms it.
OBI-WAN: Now!
The young Duros tosses the detonator to the shocktroopers. The four Jedi leap across into an adjoining corridor as the weapon detonates. With a massive BOOM and an even more massive fireball, the clones are flash-fried, their suits of armour reduced to twisted lumps of blackened plasteel.
INT. BATTLEMOON/CORRIDOR #3
SGW-0027: (into comlink) Officer SEN-5241, come in. SEN-5241, do you read me? (to THX-1138) I’ve lost him.
THX-1138: We can still cut them off. This way.
Thex heads into another corridor. Sigeu and the shocktroopers follow.
INT. KORRIBAN – OUBLIETTE/LABYRINTH – DAY
Anakin continues his hasty passage through the labyrinth. Several times he has come across dead ends, forcing him to turn back and retrace his steps, more than a few times coming narrowly close to crossing paths with the Daemon of the Labyrinth. He tries to use the Force to navigate through the maze, and it has bought him some measure of success, but with the Daemon hounding him he has found it difficult to concentrate.
Coming to another dead end, Anakin sighs with exasperation. Quickly turning around, he comes face-to-disfigured-face with the Daemon.
ANAKIN: AH!
The serpent weapon uncoils from around the Daemon’s forearm and slithers back into its hand. There it flattens and stiffens, configuring into an organic sword. Anakin dives between the Daemon’s legs as it tries to take his head off. Twisting around, the Daemon flips the serpent weapon over, pointing it head-first towards Anakin. Opening its mouth, the serpent projects another stream of venom. Splashing against the young man’s back, it begins to eat through the armour.
Turning a corner, Anakin hurriedly presses up against a wall. Dragging his back along it, he hopes to clean the worst of the corrosive fluid away. Where the venom touches the wall, the wall starts rapidly dissolving.
Coming around the corner, the Daemon heads toward him. Looking about for a weapon, Anakin quickly spots a loose rock lying on the stone floor. Picking it up, he rubs it into a dissolving spot on the wall then hurls it with pinpoint accuracy right into the Daemon’s face. With a solid THWACK of the rock, the Daemon SCREAMS with more pain than the impact alone could bring.
The Daemon momentarily standing in place, violently wiping its melting face, Anakin takes the opportunity to put as much distance as he can between himself and it.
INT. BATTLEMOON/CORRIDOR #4
The Jedi are closing in on the airlock.
TEYF BERAL: Y’know, taking a ship across to the Steed would be a much better plan than going back out there in suits, not to mention safer.
OBI-WAN: Alas, Athan ships are not easily commandeered.
Halfway through the corridor, they stops. SGW-0027, THX-1138, and the shocktrooper squad stand before the Jedi cutting them off.
The two admirals step forward, placing them between their troops and the disguised Jedi.
SGW-0027: It has been a long while since I danced with Jedi.
Unveiling her lightsaber, Sigeu triggers the white blade. Thex does likewise. The four Jedi, in turn, ignite their lightsabers.
OBI-WAN: (beckons to SGW-0027) Shall we cha-cha, sweetheart?
INT. KORRIBAN – OUBLIETTE/LABYRINTH – DAY
Anakin finally comes to the end of the labyrinth. Instead of finding an exit, he finds a large stone platform with a short stone column standing atop it. Furrowing his brow, Anakin approaches the platform. On the platform, before the column, are situated two curious objects: a Sith warblade, embedded deep in a large block of stone, and a crystal sarcophagus containing the body of a Sith child.
Climbing atop the platform, Anakin takes a look at the warblade. A single-handed sword, the shaft of the blade is onyx black, marked with Sith runes. Taking the hilt, Anakin tries to pull the warblade free but it refuses to budge. Abandoning the effort, he turns his attention to the sarcophagus. A Sith child indeed lies within – a boy, about seven years old. Skin bright red, his features uncorrupted, he looks asleep, not dead.
MARKA RAGNOS: (O.S.) He sleeps.
ANAKIN: (surprised) What?
MARKA RAGNOS: (O.S.) The child before you has not gone on to the Force. He has lain in death-like slumber these five millennia; if need be, he will lie five more until the Sith are born anew.
ANAKIN: (shocked) You put him in here with that thing?!
Speaking of the devil, that very thing arrives. The venom having dissolved half its face and one of its eyes, it looks even more gruesome than when it emerged from its stasis. Growling, it lurches towards the platform.
ANAKIN: Stop it!
MARKA RAGNOS: (O.S.) I will not.
ANAKIN: It’ll harm the boy!
Leaping off the platform, Anakin charges the Daemon. Taking a running leap, he tries to tackle the Daemon, but the Daemon merely takes hold and tosses him over its head, sending him hard into a stone wall. Unveiling its serpent weapon, the Daemon slashes down, but Anakin rolls out of the way in time to avoid bisection; the serpentine blade cuts deep into stone only.
INT. BATTLEMOON/CORRIDOR #4
Having tried to take on the Jedi Knights, the shocktroopers all lie dead upon the deck, leaving the Force-adept clones alone to take them on. Sigeu concentrates on fighting Obi-Wan and Sev while Thex concentrates on the apprentices.
Making a lunge, Jano tries to skewer Thex on his cerulean blade, but the clone parries the move. Kicking the lightsaber out of the Duros’ hand, he then attacks with his white blade, cutting clean through the apprentice’s left knee. Without a leg to stand on, Jano collapses. Before the admiral can finish the boy off, Teyf comes to his cousin’s aid; coming in behind Thex, he beheads the clone with one downward strike.
SGW-0027: (screams) Thex!
The one person she cares about in this life taken from her, Sigeu loses it. Ramming her shoulder hard into Obi-Wan, she drives him hard into a wall, where he bounces off and collapses to the deck in a daze. Turning on Sev, she attacks with heavy, brutal blows. Blade of white relentlessly battering down on blade of red, the Force-adept clone forces the Durosian Jedi back. Then driving the point of her lightsaber through his shoulder, cutting up out through it, she removes Sev from the fight.
WAILING like a banshee, she then turns her anger upon the slayer of her lover. Frightened, Teyf brings up his blue blade and tries to ward off the enraged clone, but it does no good. Cutting his arms off at the elbows, she then slices the apprentice clean in half.
With the SNAP-HISSES of two lightsabers igniting in tandem, SGW turns to face Obi-Wan. He stands there, both Anakin’s and Sev’s lightsabers in hand.
INT. KORRIBAN – OUBLIETTE/LABYRINTH – DAY
Jumping up, Anakin kicks the Daemon hard in the wounded side of its face twice. The second kick manages to send the abomination reeling back. Taking hold of the serpent weapon, Anakin pulls it free of the stone, intending to use it against the Daemon. Once in the Human’s hands, the serpent reverts to its natural shape and snaps at Anakin. Panicked, Anakin tosses it at the Daemon.
At that moment, a previously hidden doorway set in the wall over the stone column slides open. This is the exit.
MARKA RAGNOS: (O.S.) The exit. You are free to leave, to return to the craft which bore you here and depart Korriban forever.
Retrieving the serpent weapon, The Daemon configures it into a razor-edged whip. Snapping it, the creature manages to slash open the front of Anakin’s suit. Dashing away from the Daemon, Anakin returns to the platform.
ANAKIN: The child –
MARKA RAGNOS: (O.S.) The Daemon of the Labyrinth will saite its bloodlust.
ANAKIN: (shocked) You’d let the last of your kind die – like this?!
MARKA RAGNOS: (O.S.) You would spare the boy? Take up the warblade.
ANAKIN: It’s jammed in the block! I can’t move it!
MARKA RAGNOS: (O.S.) The Blade of the Saarai-Kaar will yield to the one who keeps the truth.
ANAKIN: (nonplussed) Keeps the truth!?
Anakin grabs the hilt of the warblade, pulling and jostling to loosen it. It will not loosen the slightest.
MARKA RAGNOS: (O.S.) The truth of the Force!
The Daemon walks up to the platform. Anakin tries to kick it in the face again, but it grabs him by the ankle before his boot can connect. Yanking Anakin off his feet, the Daemon drags the former Jedi off the platform. It then kicks him in the back, hurtling him across the floor.
INT. BATTLEMOON/CORRIDOR #4
His Jedi comrades no longer able to assist him, Obi-Wan fights alone against the clone. Blades of cyan and alizarin plasma at hand, he attacks, blocks, and counterattacks, but the nine Corellian hells hath no fury like a clone woman scorned. Striking with her white lightsaber, Sigeu relentlessly beats the Jedi down. Twisting Sev’s saber out of his left hand, knocking Anakin’s out of his right, Sigue kicks Obi-Wan’s legs out from under him.
SGW-0027: Give my regards to oblivion.
As she twirls her blade once, preparing to deliver the death blow, Sev quickly comes up behind her. Fallen Teyf’s lightsaber in hand, the Durosian Jedi runs her through with the cerulean blade. At the sight of the metre-long glowing blue shaft rising up through her chest, her eyes bug out. His strength spent, the Durosian knight lets go of the hilt, allowing the saber to disengage and the clone to collapse.
SEV BERAL: (weak) Jano….
The Durosian Jedi Knight then falls atop Sigeu.
Standing up, retrieving both Anakin’s and Sev’s lightsabers, Obi-Wan goes to help the crippled but still living Jano Beral.
INT. KORRIBAN – OUBLIETTE/LABYRINTH – DAY
ANAKIN: (coughs up blood) Truth of the Force. (beat) Not light or dark ….
In pain, Anakin stands back up.
ANAKIN: (cont’d) More than that … order and chaos.
MARKA RAGNOS: (O.S.) Yes!
ANAKIN: The Force exists in levels of order and chaos ….
MARKA RAGNOS: (O.S.) Since the culling of the Kissai, the Lords have ever sought to maintain order in a disordered universe – to seek out the fruits of chaos and weed them. (beat) The Jedi vilify hatred, yet hatred of chaos is love of order. Can there be a greater love?
ANAKIN: No ….
MARKA RAGNOS: (O.S.) The Daemon is of the chaotic Force.
ANAKIN: Yes.
MARKA RAGNOS: (O.S.) Submit to your righteous hatred! Bring order to the chaos!
ANAKIN: Yes!
Opening himself up the Force – the entire Force – Anakin forces his pain to recede, to fade like an ephemeral dream. Renewed, he springs over the Daemon, somersaulting high through the air to land on the platform behind the monster. Taking hold of the warblade, Anakin pulls it free of the block. The runes on the blade begin to resonate with a fierce red glow as the ordered Force flows through it.
The Daemon leaps atop the platform, the serpent weapon shifting back into its sword form. Swinging the alchemically forged warblade, Anakin easily cleaves through the serpentine weapon. As the remaining end of the serpent weapon goes flaccid in the Daemon’s hand, quite dead, Anakin lops off that hand. As the Daemon SCREAMS – a most inhuman, unholy sound – Anakin flips the sword around. Baring his teeth, Anakin drives the hilt into the Daemon’s face – through its nose, through the sinuses, into its brain. The Daemon of the Labyrinth finally vanquished, Anakin pulls the hilt from that pulped mess, allowing its lifeless bulk to unceremoniously collapse backward off the platform.
Turning the warblade back around, he raises the sword high. Squinting, he examines the runes.
MARKA RAGNOS: (O.S.) Saarai-kaar. Keeper of the truth.
With those disembodied words, a bright flash of violet light fills the chamber, consuming Anakin.
INT. BATTLEMOON/CORRIDOR #4
Sigue lies there upon the deck, the cooling form of Sev Beral atop her. Though mortally wounded, she’s not yet dead.
Removing her helmet, she tosses it aside. Lying there before her almost within reach, mercifully still in its helmet, is THX-1138’s severed head.
SGW-0027: Someone else will carry the torch, lover. (beat) Someone always does.
She expires.
EXT. SPACE – BATTLEMOON
Obi-Wan and Jano return to the vacuum of outer space. As the ronin Jedi radios the Troia’s Steed, the bulk freighter decloaks. Firing their suit thrusters, the Jedi rocket up and away, leaving the surface of the battlemoon behind them as the Steed comes to pick them up.
INT. TROIA’S STEED/AIRLOCK
The Jedi enter the ship.
OBI-WAN: (removes helmet) Take us away from here!
LT. CMDR. TARKIN: Easily arranged, Knight Kenobi.
EXT. SPACE – BATTLEMOON
Turning around, the Troia’s Steed departs.
INT. KORRIBAN – GREAT TEMPLE – DAY
The violet flash receding, Anakin finds himself back in the Great Temple. The spirits of the Lords and Ladies surround him now; like anthropomorphic shadows they surround him. Standing within the circle of Sith spirits with Anakin, aglow with pale blue luminescence, is the spirit of Marka Ragnos.
MARKA RAGNOS: You have passed the trials of skill and tenacity, of intelligence and intuition, and of honour and passion. You have proven to have the heart of a Sith born. You are worthy of our tutelage. (beat) Step forward, acolyte.
Anakin approaches Marka Ragnos. Planting the tip of his warblade into the floor, Anakin kneels down on one knee before the ancient Lord.
MARKA RAGNOS: Anakin Skywalker, by the right of the ancient Lords, by the will of the Force, I dub thee Lord of the Sith …
Reaching out, Marka Ragnos places his ghostly hand upon the crown of Anakin’s head. As the spirit holds it there, Anakin grimaces with pain, the slight sound of flesh searing accompanying the grimace. The moment is brief, however, and Ragnos soon takes his hand away. Branded upon Anakin’s forehead, the red glow already receding from it, is his own personal crest: an arrowhead within a circle.
MARKA RAGNOS: (cont’d) … Knight of the Empire.
SPACE – MONTAGE
Receiving word of the interdiction zone’s nullification, the thousands of Imperial ships stationed on the former edges of the zone jump to hyperspace, speeding towards Townowi at the fastest possible speeds.