DuracellEnergizer

The time has come for the second entry in my PT re-write.

As of this posting, I haven’t yet started on the actual writing of the script quite yet; I’ve got the subtitle and the opening crawl worked out, and that’s all at this point. As I’ve already got the general plot worked out (no clear details, just the specifics), I’m probably going to start typing and posting some new material within the next couple days/weeks, so I figured I’d get started by creating this thread now.

Whereas the villains of The New Dawn were Mandalorians, this time there will be two new, different sets of main villains – the Athans AKA the Clonemasters and the ancient spirits of the long dead Sith; minor villains will include a pair of bounty hunters named Llomon and Mahttoh and another figure who I will not identify as of yet.

Rest assured that unlike with TND, there will be no implied rapes, no overtly gratuitous violence, and no long, boring scenes stuck in a prison this time around. ;-P

The timeframe is 35 BBY/19 ED (Empire Date), and we are in the final months of the third and final Clone War …

ATMachine said:

Here's Moebius's take on Sorsha.

I really like these designs, the one on the left in particular. It's a shame neither made it into the final film. 

Weird to the MAX!

I thinking I'm going to use "Apprel Fhalls" as a character name for one of my PT rewrites (or a spinoff thereof).

I think this is the cue for me to tell everyone how I consider Willow part of the Star Wars Universe. ;-)

SilverWook said:

And this morning I was awakened by another knock at the door. (Like I can sleep with all the home improvement racket, and the guy using a leaf blower at 7:30!) It was young woman asking if they could use the phone. I let them use my ancient flip phone I keep around as a backup. Pretty sure there's a connection to last night. My night visitor left when the police showed up, but it was hard to see if he actually left in their custody.

It almost sounds like she used the need to make a phone call as an excuse to case the joint.

It's going to be some time before I start writing the second episode of my rewrite, but here's a dramatis personae of some of the new characters I plan on including in the story to tide everyone over in the meantime:

Chlorian Vader

The human male governor of the planet Geonosis. He is the owner of Shmi Warka and the father of their son, Darth.

Corin DuQuesne

Nashira's mother.

Dahlia Blake

A Wroonian female smuggler.

Jano Beral

A Duros Jedi padawan of the Durosian Order. He is the son and apprentice of Sev Beral.

Jior-Dan Tahk

Spirit of a Bpfasshi darksider who managed to become the last Lord of the Sith prior to the fall of the Sith Empire. He resides on the Sith tombworld of Korriban with the other departed Lords and Ladies of the Sith.

Kannen Doom

A human female Mandalorian mercenary.

Llomon

A Trandoshan male bounty hunter. Partner of Mahttoh.

Mahttoh

A wookiee male bounty hunter. Partner of Llomon.

Nemec DuQuesne

Nashira's father.

Nykres Eikhan

Spirit of a pureblood Sith sorceress who managed to survive the Great Hyperspace War and escape the Great Sith Purge. Her final resting place is on Xuthltan, a desolate world now inhabited by the monstrous rakghouls.

Sev Beral

A Duros Jedi knight of the Durosian Order. He and his apprentices are partnered with Obi-Wan on the mission to repel the invading clone army from Geonosis.

SGW-0027

A human female general in the Athan (Clonemaster) army and the twenty-seventh clone of her line. Chemically sterilized as all Force-sensitive clones are, SGW-0027 has grown emotionally unstable over her inability to feel sexual pleasure or bear children. A misanthropic sadist who loathes all sentients -- including her own masters -- the only affection she feels is for SGW-0000, the dead woman whose DNA she was cloned from.

Shmi Warka

A human female slave who lives in the Condawn province on Geonosis. She is the property of Chlorian Vader and the mother of their son, Darth.

Teyf Beral

A Duros Jedi padawan of the Durosian Order. He is the nephew and apprentice of Sev Beral.

UIY-2249

A Mirialan male colonel in the Athan army and SGW-0027's second-in-command. An apathetic individual, he regards everything in life as either moderately amusing or uninteresting, including his commanding officer, whom he considers a mentally defective inferior.

Wilhuff Tarkin

Commander in the Imperial Navy. He serves under the command of Bail Organa aboard the Imperator-class star destroyer Devastator.

Y2K-2000

A hunter-killer 'droid.

CHRomer said:

The issue of that Darth is a baby, you mean he will have 1 to 3 years or simply months?

Darth is only a couple weeks old in the second episode.

CHRomer said:

As I read in another post from Episode II to Episode III pass 16 years, that would make Darth in Episode III has 16 to 19 years, right?

By the third episode he will be sixteen, yes.

I think it would be more correct that he has at least two or three years, to make it look in Episode III like Anakin in AOC.

While I feel it would resonate more if Darth is adopted by Ben and his wife as an infant, I am open to aging him up a few years if an older Darth works better.

I guess I'll just have to see how it goes once I reach that part of the storyline.

darklighter said:

A little rumor roundup:

John Boyega will play a character much like Luke in the OT. He will not be a Jedi, but will be introduced to the greater Star Wars universe. The main plot of the ST will revolve around his character much the same as Luke in the OT.

We have the persistent rumors of Jedi Hunters. The most likely scenario is that Luke Skywalker has at least started to rebuild the Jedi Order. The Jedi Hunters have started hunting down and killing those new Jedi.

Another persistent roumor is the Jedi Hunters are most likely Dark Jedi being led by a single individual bent on destroying the Jedi and building a new Sith Empire.

Most recently the Mandalorians will factor heavily into the ST.

Oh yeah and Tom Cruise will play an Ewok!

Cruise really should play a Sith lord. He wouldn't even have to get into character for the part, either -- he'd just play himself. 

^I saw that same episode. I only wish most SW fans in the real world shared the same outlook.

Amateurity, but with perfect symmetry -- why should I fret?

I like your Laura Dern avatar.

CHRomer said:

the only thing I didn't like from your Jedi is the vestment of the guild it belongs to Obi-Wan, I don't see the Jedi Knights, guardians of peace and justice in the galaxy dresses like the picture on page 2 of the clothes of Obi-Wan (unless it's just for episode I).

Obi-Wan's a ronin Jedi, and ronin Jedi don't wear uniforms, so that outfit's just for this one episode. He'll be sporting different outfits throughout the next two sequels.

Obi-Wan: If I am not mistaken in this episode he is 20 years old, I think you put him too young, in my opinion he should be at least 25, to represent the maturity he has in this episode.

I do realize Ben comes off as a little too wise for his years. When I set out to write my new PT rewrite, though, I decided to stick with the birthdates the early EU originally gave Ben and Anakin -- 60 BBY for Ben, 55 BBY for Anakin -- and I had to make sure Anakin wasn't too old when he began his training (Yoda himself said Luke was too old for training in TESB, and he was only in his early 20s).

If I'd chosen to make Ben twenty-five or older, then I would have had to have done the same with Anakin, and that would have conflicted somewhat with TESB, which wouldn't have sat right with me.

Beru: In the same way that RicOlie_2 said Nashira should be older forAnakin to notice her. The same goes for Owen and Beru, she should be at least 14, to be Owen's girlfriend, and I don't think a boy with 17 year old boy notice a girl of 12.

I realize Beru is very young compared to Owen, and I'm aware of how distasteful their relationship is. Unfortunately, when I decided to make Beru Anakin's half-sister, I was forced to make her younger than him to facilitate the backstory of Anakin and his mother; when she got to Tatooine she already had Anakin but no man in her life -- it would have taken her some time before she fell in love again and had another child.

As with Ben, I'd like to make her older, but my hands are tied by the universe I've created.

Also, it should be noted that back in the days of the Old West, men often married teenaged girls who were far younger than them, even twelve-year-olds. Since Tatooine is an Old Western, frontier-far-from-the-hub-of-civilization type planet, it works in that regard, even if it is unwholesome by modern standards.

Leaving aside the issue of the ages of the characters, it's interesting the idea that the Republic has already been replaced by the Empire, but does not convince me at all. As everyone else is doing, I think Palpatine should be the one who declares the Galactic Empire.

It may be going against the grain, but there are three reasons I've gone this route:

1. To pay tribute to the original film's novelization, which mentioned that there were many emperors, not just one.

2. To fit with some of the earlier EU, which hinted that the Empire pre-dated Anakin's fall and Palpatine's rise to power by several decades.

3. To take unneeded emphasis off of Palpatine. My story is about Anakin's rise and fall and the part Obi-Wan plays in both; the cause of the Clone Wars, Palpatine's rise to power, the formation of the Empire, and the eradication of the Jedi are not central to this, so I'm not focusing on them.

I look forward to see Episode II to see the orphan boy named Darth Vader and Anakin's fall to the dark side.

I'm planning on getting started on writing the next episode right away, so I may be posting something new within a couple of weeks or even days. As Darth's just a baby in this next episode, though, he won't be doing much; you'll have to wait for the third episode before you see him do anything worthwhile. ;-)

I wish I wish I hadn't killed that fish.

Jehovah's Witnesses will do that to ya. ;-)

As of this post, I have made 5445 posts since I first signed up here all the way back in May 31, 2010.

There's a nice symmetry to this number, don'tcha think? (I'd rather it be 7777, but beggars can't be choosers) 

On the off-chance I ever have a daughter -- and on the offer-chance that I feel like naming her after a Star Trek character -- I'll name her Jadzia.

And that is it -- the script is finished.

Now, for a final game of "assign a face to the character"

The likeness of Zull's daughter is based on that of JonBenet Ramsey.

I know some may find this disrespectful -- perhaps even morbid. I felt, however, that it would serve as a nice tribute to such a beautiful child -- a child who had her life snuffed out in such a horrible fashion -- to have her reborn, so to speak, at the end of my story as a beacon for hope for the future, as an adopted child of the living Force itself.

EXT. VULDRONAII - LANDING PLATFORM - DAY

A Lambda-class shuttle drops out of the indigo-violet sky of the planet Vuldronaii, its wings folding up as it touches down upon atop the levelled summit of a large hill overlooking an impressive waterfall.

INT. TEMPLE OF THE EVER-FLOWING WATERS/CORRIDOR - TWILIGHT

The long corridor, panelled entirely in finely-sculpted soapstone save for the one long transparisteel wall which overlooks the impressive waterfall, is currently inhabited by six figures -- Siri, See-Threepio, Artoo-Detoo, Anakin, Siri, and a tall Sebouillian priest; while Siri, the priest, and the two droids stand beside an open doorway leading into another chamber, Nik and 'Shira stand away from them by the transparisteel wall, looking out upon the rushing waters of the magnificent waterfall. The three humans have all cleaned themselves up, bandaged all their wounds, and changed into fresh clothes since they left Dania VII.

C-3PO: (cont'd) Again, I must commend your mechanics for the fine job they did on repairing my body, Mistress Tachi. It is such a pleasure to have all my faculties restored to me. You wouldn't believe how stifling it is to remain in a powerless condition for months on end, and in a damaged state no less.

SIRI: (half-smiles) Internment in a Mandalorian prison for half a year gives me something of an idea, See-Threepio.

C-3PO: Hmmm. I suppose it does.

The priest utters something in his language to the golden protocol 'droid.

C-3PO: (to the priest) Oh, yes, quite right. (to Siri) If you'll excuse me, Mistress Tachi, I must leave you now. Mine is a most important duty and must be attended to without delay.

Artoo blorps and warbles a reply.

C-3PO: (to Artoo) What was that?

Artoo repeats his message.

C-3PO: Of course I'm needed. Not everyone on Vuldronaii can comprehend Seboutrexi. My programming as an interpreter is invaluable in this situation.

Artoo plops and fizzes.

C-3PO: (nonplussed) Oh, really? Well, I'll have you know that I've been programmed with subroutines which enable me to mimic humanoid and non-humanoid vocalizations down to the exact octave. Can the NCC-1701 translator 'droid do that?

With that the two 'droids leave with the priest into the doorway which takes them into the chamber beyond, arguing all the way.

Oblivious to the two 'droids and their bickering, Anakin and Nashira continue watching the waterfall, their faces dour.

NASHIRA: She was my friend, Anakin -- she saved me, she was the only Mandalorian who cared about me -- and I didn't even get the chance to say goodbye to her, to tell her how happy I was to have her as my friend. (beat) I'll never see her again.

ANAKIN: Maybe you're wrong about that.

NASHIRA: You believe in life after death, a world beyond this one?

ANAKIN: After what I've experienced these past few months, how can I not? (beat) Ben told me that nothing ever really dies. We're all just luminous beings, trapped in packages of crude matter. When we pass on, we just shuffle off our packages of matter and move on to the next phase our existence, an existence of pure thought and feeling. (beat) Maybe you weren't meant to say goodbye because she hasn't really gone away. She's out there, somewhere, and one day, you'll see her again.

NASHIRA: I hope I do. I pray I do.

The fifteen-year-old Anakin puts his arm around the twelve-year-old Nashira and draws her close to him, tugging at her cheek playfully as he does so.

As Anakin, Nashira, and Siri stand where they are, Obi-Wan comes walking down the tunnel; adorned in loose cream-coloured robes, he has shaved off his braids and begun growing out his mustache.

OBI-WAN: Is everything ready?

Turning to face him, the boy, and girl, and the woman smile. Then, as one, they file into the chamber the priest and the 'droids entered mere minutes before.

INT. TEMPLE OF THE EVER-FLOWING WATERS/AUDITORIUM - TWILIGHT

In the massive round auditorium, thousands of Sebouilla and Meketrex have gathered around a raised dais.

INT. TEMPLE OF THE EVER-FLOWING WATERS/CONTROL ROOM - TWILIGHT

Artoo-Detto and See-Threepio stand together in the control room. Wheeling over to a computer, Artoo plugs into it.

INT. TEMPLE OF THE EVER-FLOWING WATERS/AUDITORIUM - TWILIGHT

A holographic display unit situated upon the dais comes to life, projecting a large, three-dimensional image of Zull's head over the audience members' heads. This is Zull as she was when the Mandalorians came for her, when she was still high priestess of the Meketrex. Opening her mouth, the holographic image begins to speak in Seboutrexi.

INT. TEMPLE OF THE EVER-FLOWING WATERS/CONTROL ROOM - TWILIGHT

With a cord in his hand, Threepio walks over to the same computer Artoo is plugged into. Sticking one end of the cord into the computer, he secures the other end into his navel.

INT. TEMPLE OF THE EVER-FLOWING WATERS/AUDITORIUM - TWILIGHT

The hologram of Zull begins to speak in both Basic and Seboutrexi.

ZULL'S HOLOGRAM: (cont'd) If you are hearing this, it means I did not make it. As that may be, I have taken the precaution of recording this message so that what I have to say will not be lost. (beat) A long time ago, our people were one -- one people, one nation, one world. (beat) Through mistakes of naiveté, we allowed ourselves to be torn apart, sundered, and exiled to strange new worlds alien to us. (beat) Though we survived and ultimately persevered, we were no longer one, no longer whole. We became the Sebouilla and the Meketrex, two imperfect sums of one perfect whole. (beat) The Gods punished us for our sins by driving us apart, but that separation was never meant to be permanent. The Gods have commanded that we return to each other's fold, and we must obey. (beat) I was supposed to marry the high priest of Sebouilla to initiate our reunification, but that can no longer be. It is now up to you, the two peoples of our two worlds, to initiate the reunification. It is you who must be the ones to marry one another. (beat) While we will forever have our differences, those differences are no cause for permanent secession. We can respect those differences, and by respecting those differences, we can embrace them. (beat) We have two eyes, two ears, and two nostrils, but only one sight, one sound, and one Breath.

Looking up at the image of their departed friend, Obi-Wan, Anakin, Siri, and Nashira cannot help but to be moved by her heartfelt words.

EXT. DANIA VII - RUINS - EVENING

On Dania VII, under a clear, starlit sky, lie the decimated ruins of what was once the Mandalorian complex. Nothing lives here now, nothing breathes, save for one exception.

Walking up to a specific spot, Primeday stops and kneels in the fine debris. Reaching down, she scoops out a shallow pit. Stopping, she takes her hand away and then begins turning her head this way and that, regarding the hole like an art critic regarding an intriguing painting. Then, with lightning-flash reflexes, she sends her fist crashing into the pit, pushing her arm elbow-deep into the detritus.

After a moment of searching, Primeday finally finds what she is searching for. Latching on to it, she pulls upward, unearthing that which she has found.

Dirt and debris gives way as the H'nemthe pulls a small naked child -- a young girl -- out of the debris. The girl -- a beautiful near-human of about six years of age -- has long, curly, light blond hair streaked with green-white highlights; her eyes, large and expressive, are an incredible green-gold hue.

As the H'nemthe looks down upon the child, smiling, the young girl looks up at her and smiles right back.

IRIS OUT

End titles

Ah, so his kids have bad taste. Why am I not surprised? ;-)

They're deliberate creative decisions ... yeah ... that's it. *shiftyeyes*

I'm only disappointed that Lucas chose to go with N'Sync. If you'd going to stick a famous band in your movie, stick in a famous band which doesn't suck. 

EXT. MANDALORIAN COMPLEX - CENTRE - SUNSET

More hours have passed, and a number of Lambda-class shuttles have landed in the centre of the Mandalorian complex to haul the surviving inmates and captured Death Watchmen away.

As the last of the freed captives are loaded aboard, the shuttles take off, leaving only two shuttles left on the ground; before the open hatch of one of these shuttles stand Obi-Wan, Siri, Anakin, Nashira, and Bail Organa himself.

OBI-WAN: (to Bail) Thank you for all that you've done for us, Bail. I appreciate it immensely.

BAIL: (grins) Don't mention it. It was just nice to see you again.

OBI-WAN: And I you.

At that, Ben and Bail shake hands.

BAIL: (salutes Ben) So long, Obi-Wan Kenobi.

OBI-WAN: (salutes Bail) So long, Admiral Organa.

With a final grin, Bail turns and climbs aboard the shuttle, leaving Ben, Siri, Nik, and 'Shira alone together.

SIRI: It's time for you both to go.

NASHIRA: Why not come with us? There's some room left on this shuttle.

SIRI: We're waiting for someone. You go along now. We'll take the other shuttle.

NASHIRA: (looks around) Where's Primeday, anyway? I didn't see her leave on any of the shuttles.

A moment of sad silence passes between them.

OBI-WAN: We haven't seen Primeday. (beat) She may be among those who didn't make it.

Another moment of sad silence passes between them.

ANAKIN: (to Ben) We did it, didn't we? We beat them.

OBI-WAN: (rests a hand on Nik's shoulder) We beat them together, apprentice.

Hearing that word directed at him, Anakin smiles. Then, putting their arms around one another, he and Nashira board the shuttle. Once both children are aboard, the hatch closes and the shuttle lifts off, climbing up into the darkening sky. Now only Ben and Siri stand together beside the last remaining shuttle.

ZULL: (O.S.) I am here.

Turning around, the two Jedi find Zull Uquesne standing there behind them. Dressed in a long emerald gown, with her long, green-white hair cascading down over her shoulders and her arms crossed over her large abdomen, she is a perfect vision of demure -- if sad -- loveliness.

ZULL: (approaches the Jedi) I am ready to go with you now.

SIRI: I'm glad you're coming with us, Zull.

ZULL: Coming with you? No. I'm just leaving with you. From there our paths will diverge and we will go our separate ways.

SIRI: Will you be returning to your people?

ZULL: (shakes her head) I can never return to my people or my world. That time has passed. (beat) I will find my place in the universe. It will just take time.

OBI-WAN: Have you thought about becoming a Jedi? You are incredibly strong in the Force -- you could be an incredible force for good in the galaxy.

SIRI: You don't even have to join the Coruscanti Order if you don't want to. There are other denominations which I'm sure you'll find more to your liking.

OBI-WAN: I could train you, if you'd like -- I wouldn't mind having two students. Or I could take you to my master.

ZULL: Thank you, but no. The Jedi path -- Jedi paths -- are not mine. My master's approach may have been wrong, but his heart was in the right place. (beat) Pre called us the Mandalorian Knights, so that is what I chose to be -- a Mandalorian Knight.

PRE VIZSLA: (O.S.) You are a traitor.

Hearing that rough, filtered voice, the three spin around. There, standing behind them, hunched over in pain, is Pre Vizsla.

ZULL: Pre!

OBI-WAN: Vizsla.

PRE VIZSLA: You thought me dead, didn't you? You thought your tricks and your lies would be the end of me. (coughs) You failed! I live! I live still!

ZULL: Pre, please! It's over! Let's just leave! Let's leave this place and find somewhere to go far from the Empire, far from the Jedi! Let's start over, just you and me! Please!

PRE VIZSLA: No more lies, Zull, no more tricks! I see through you, now, I see through you all!

Raising his hands up, the Mandalorian takes hold of the shuttle with the Force and, twisting his hands counter-clockwise, causes the ship to topple over onto its side.

PRE VIZSLA: No one will leave this world alive.

Lowering his hands, he pulls the folds of his dirt-stained robes aside, revealing the hilt of a lightsaber clipped to his belt. Taking hold of the dark gray length of metal, he pulls it out and presses the activation stud; with a soft, almost metallic whistle, a white blade with a pure black core sprouts from the hilt.

ZULL: Pre, no!

As Vizsla attacks, Zull pulls out her own lightsaber. Activating the chartreuse blade, she intercepts Vizsla's own before he can strike the Jedi. Grimacing, she struggles to hold his white-black weapon back.

PRE VIZSLA: I'll deal with you soon enough, traitor.

Stepping to the side, he causes Zull to overbalance. As she threatens to topple over, Vizsla spins the blade of his lightsaber around Zull's, causing her to lose her hold of the hilt. Tossing the yellow-green weapon away, the Mandalorian then sends his estranged apprentice sprawling to the ground with a backhanded punch to the face.

SIRI: (enraged) Vizsla, you damned bastard!

Pulling out her lightsaber, Siri engages its fuchsia blade.

SIRI: (points her blade at him) Why don't you pick on a woman who can fight back?

Bringing up his lightsaber, Vizsla pounces. Engaging his own azure blade, Ben joins Siri against the Mandalorian Knight. As one, the three combatants cross blades.

PRE VIZSLA: You turned her against me, you Jedi filth. For that I'll kill you -- you and the rest of your loathsome kind. I won't rest until every one of you lies dead at my feet.

OBI-WAN: Good luck finding a way offworld first. With this planet under Imperial control, you'd have to be smaller than a gnat to slip through their detection.

With an animalistic snarl, Vizsla strikes at Obi-Wan. Ben leaps backward, avoiding a decapitating blow by mere centimetres. Taking advantage of his current distraction, Siri takes a swing at Vizsla; as the tip of her fuchsia blade grazes his neck, he cries out in agony.

As the duel continues, Zull painfully sits up. Looking down at her crotch, she sees moisture staining the fabric of her gown.

ZULL: Gods, no. Not here. Not like this.

As the duel rages, Vizsla begins to grow visibly weaker; his strikes grow slow, his blocks sluggish. Soon, he begins coughing violently. Dropping his lightsaber and collapsing to his knees, he pulls off his helmet; one side of his face is horribly bruised and blood stains his mouth; the injuries he suffered in the crash are obviously far more grievous than they initially appeared to be.

PRE VIZSLA: (coughs up blood) I'm dying. Are you satisfied?

Lowering their lightsabers, the two Jedi regard the Mandalorian Knight with pity.

OBI-WAN: (deactivates his lightsaber) No.

SIRI: (deactivates her lightsaber) We aren't.

As the Jedi pocket their weapons, Vizsla reels over, coughing violently; as he coughs, he begins to weep.

PRE VIZSLA: (crying and coughing) Zull ... Zull ...

Standing up, Zull walks over to Vizsla; with each step she takes, more fluids seep from between her legs. As she reaches her mentor, he grabs onto her legs.

PRE VIZSLA: Zull ... Zull ... please ...

Kneeling down beside Vizsla, Zull looks upon him; as blood and tears run down his face, tears begin to run from her own green-gold eyes.

PRE VIZSLA: Zull ... I ... hurt you.

ZULL: (crying) No, no you didn't. I'm alright. You didn't hurt me.

PRE VIZSLA: Yes ... I did. I hurt you ... far too much ... I'm sorry I hurt you, Zull.

ZULL: Be quiet now. Save your strength.

PRE VIZSLA: No strength ... left to save. I'm ... dying.

ZULL: Don't say that!

PRE VIZSLA: Zull ... I'm ... sorry ... Forgive me ...

ZULL: You're forgiven, Pre ... you're forgiven.

PRE VIZSLA: Zull ...

ZULL: Yes?

PRE VIZSLA: (smiles) I'm going to see my parents again ... I'm going home.

With those words, Pre Vizsla -- former Jedi Knight of the Coruscanti Order, founder of the Mandalorian Knights -- gives up the ghost.

ZULL: (kisses Vizsla's forehead) Godspeed, my love.

Gently, Zull lowers Vizsla's body to the ground. As she does so, her body begins to glow with a green phosphorescence.

OBI-WAN: Zull --!

Rising up, Zull turns toward the toppled ship. Stretching out her arms, her body begins to glow brighter. With the awesome power of the Force flowing through her, she rights the toppled shuttle.

ZULL: I suggest you leave now.

Deciding to obey this incredibly powerful woman, the two Jedi turn and scramble up the shuttle's ramp. Just before she enters the ship, Siri turns to look upon Zull; the Meketrex's green glow continues to intensify.

SIRI: Zull ...

ZULL: Goodbye, Siri.

Turning away from the Jedi, Zull returns to Vizsla's still form. Wasting no more time, Siri ducks into the shuttle.

Lowering herself back down to the ground, Zull takes hold of Vizsla and, like a baby, cradles him in her arms. As she does so, tendrils of green energy begin to crackle from her intensely glowing body.

ZULL: (in the alien language, subtitled) It's finished ...

In moments the glow increases in size, swallowing Zull and Vizsla up completely.

As the shuttle escapes for the stars, the massive sphere of glowing light that was Zull Uquesne erupts, obliterating the entire Mandalorian complex with an explosion of concentrated Force energy.

Well, he would, but only negatively (Vader's "NO" in ROTJ, anyone?).

No, but I did see him lurking around behind my house. I gave his ass a load of buckshot to remember me by.