STAR WARS
EPISODE III: MEST' V SITHOV (REVENGE OF THE SITH)
War! The Republic is crumbling under attacks by the ruthless Sith Lord, Count Dooku. There are heroes on both sides. Evil is everywhere. In a stunning move, the fiendish droid leader, General Grievous, has swept into the Republic capital and abducted Chancellor Palpatine, leader of the Galactic Senate. As the Separatist Droid Army attempts to flee the besieged capital with their valuable hostage, two Jedi Knights lead a desperate mission to rescue the captive Chancellor...
"Anya. Anya, can you hear me?" Obi-wan's static-filled voice crackled over the comlink. I quickly snatched it up from its metal holder on the dashboard.
"We're both fighting a little interference, Master," I replied, "but I do."
"Good. Remember--let's try and accomplish this mission with as few kills as possible. We're Jedi, and even though we're battling a bunch of droids, it's good practice for the people who are going to be waiting at the end." A pause. "Sith are people, you know, even though they've turned to the Dark Side." I nodded, considering his words a reminder rather than a reproach.
Obi-Wan Kenobi sharply banked his fighter vessel to the right, whirling closer to the flagship of the heartless General Grievous. As few kills as possible, yes, but I would not hesitate to turn that droid into spare parts. He was the mechanical brain behind the Separatist Army, after all. I followed my Master as best I could, though my flying skills were not as high as his.
"Keep on me, Anya, and watch out for the buzz droids. Alert Artoo."
Artoo-Detoo, alphanumerically R2-D2, was the astromech droid I had begun building when I was but a slave girl upon Tatooine. He'd served me well, and I relayed my Master's command to him. He whistled and beeped affirmatively.
I paused for a second to take a deep, ragged breath. More was riding on this than the rescue of the head of the Galactic Senate. If we lost, and Palpatine were killed, then the Sith would reign, or at least come much closer to it. For my child--my hidden, unborn child--the future would never be much of one.
You might want to start a casting call for this, so that more people have a chance to join.
Sure, sign me up. Give me the 411 on character sheets, I think I know exactly which one to use.
Rob (welcome back), Rogue Warrior, and Modest Mouse,
The Casting Call thread for this RP is here:
http://www.lucasforums.com/showthread.php?t=182366e):
All the major parts seem to be taken; however, I would love it if you'd create a few more Jedi, or especially agents of Palpatine's, to "fill out" the story. Seems like the Sith were too badly outnumbered in Episode III, and if this were really the case, Palpatine wouldn't have stood much of a chance. Have fun creating "bad guys" if you want!
Grievous loomed over a control terminal in the bridge as he waited for reports from the surface. It wasn't half an hour when the Invisible Hand was making it's great escape with their important prisoner. Now, thanks to the intervention of the 'Full Circle' fleet, Grievous flagship was stuck behind a planetary shield whilst he waited for the location of the shields generator. Finally a report came and a report came through from a droid commander that had taken over a Republic intelligence facility. The cold, mechanic voice spoke "General Grievous, we have located information about the Planetary Shields. According to our data, if we destroy one generator, the shield will go down for 3.50 minutes while the other generators attempt to adjust to the generator loss. During that time, your ship should be able to escape into hyperspace. We're sending your ship the locations of all the generators."
Grievous smiled before his mask before coughing. He had been suffering from violent coughs and breathing difficulties ever since Mace Windu used the force to crush his chest, he knew it was going to cost a bundle to repair. "Droid! Read the data and access the situation. I want to know where we should strike!"
"Analyzing data...I have marked a generator which will be easy to destroy and escape afterwards. Should I set a course?" Grievous simply nodded.
This was it. I bit my lower lip, hoping that General Grievous, aboard his frigate, would be too distracted trying to take out one of the shield generators ahead of him to notice our presence. Still, a Jedi Master and a Jedi Knight were hard to miss, almost impossible. It was a good thing for us that Grievous was a droid and could not sense the Force. If we were lucky, we would go wherever he was going, rescue Chancellor Palpatine, and force his ship to make an emergency landing when he "malfunctioned" in a rather permanent way. I followed Obi-Wan's wing signal, and we slid into one of the middle compartments of his vessel as inconspicuously as we possibly could.
Once my Master's vessel and mine rested inside some sort of spare hangar bay, I sprung open the hatch to my ship. Artoo came flying out with an excited wheedle.
"Okay, we're in," I said, smiling and finally letting go of the breath I was holding. "Hey, Artoo--shhh. This is General Grievous' ship, remember?" The droid booped quietly.
"Master?" I asked. "Can you sense the Chancellor's presence through the Force, or perhaps on the comlink/hololink?" He had clambered out of his own fighter ship just a split second before me. "We'd better look out for guard droids, whatever you find."
"He seems to be located in the observation tower," answered Obi-wan, and I nodded.
Just then, several of General Grievous' minion droids flooded the hangar bay. "Drop your weapons!", they intoned, but instead of doing so, we 'dropped' their conic heads with one quick sweep of our lightsabers. Obi-Wan's was blue, and mine, with the blade fortified by a rare crystal, was a beautiful liquid shade of silver-platinum.
A Sith starfighter lurked just outside of the Invisible Hand. Inside, an elderly man with a scruffy beard gazed down on the droid-infested ship. He hated the contraptions. They were only tools in this world, like General Grievous and the recently lost Asajj Ventress.
General Kenobi and Skywalker were both on this ship, and so was the Chancellor. They were so intent on finding the Sith, but their target was right under their noses. Now the man in this ship, Count Dooku, would take Kenobi. But not Skywalker... Not yet.
The old Sith Lord gripped the controls of his ship. It would only be a matter of time before he made his entrance, and hopefully, Skywalker would respond appropriately to him.
Altair cursed as a blast hit the Seperatist cruiser he was on, rocking it violently for several seconds. "Blast those clones!" He muttered. "Too damn good of aim." He was getting impatient - very impatient.
Too long on this dung heap and I might not make it out of this chaos he thought to himself bitterly. He lifted up a comlink, and pressed a small button on top with more force than was necessary.
"Greivous!"
No answer. Altair bit his lip and scowled. Time for him to get on the move, the way this battle was going. "Greivous!" he called again, louder this time.
"What?" Greivous's voice shouted back "Whatever it is Altair, it had better be important because I'm currently commanding a battle strategy to escape this mess Dooku has sent us into!"
Several floors down Obi-Wan Kenobi crept into hallway which connected the hanger and the hanger control room. "Okay, we need to keep to the shadows. The less fights we get in the better. To be honest, I think it's best if we don't confront any more droids until we reach the chancellor..." Obiwan said before he was interrupted by alarms a group of super battle droids entered the hallway. "Oh well, it was nice thought." He muttered before entering a defensive lightsaber stance
After Master Kenobi and I had finished wiping the floor with the subpar security droids of General Grievous, I pressed a well-concealed button on the belt of my black tunic. Stealth Generators had been around at least since four millennia ago, yet with each successive era, they had grown less cumbersome and more effective in their design. Instantly, an electromagnetic shield enveloped me, rendering me near-invisible.
"The less fights, the better, eh, Master?" I asked, deactivating my lightsaber and returning it to its holster. "With this, I shouldn't have any trouble avoiding them." I noticed the rather surprised look in Obi-wan's eyes. "Don't worry. I got this from a legitimate security-equipment merchant back on Coruscant. The black market isn't, and should never be, the only venue to buy Stealth Generators in the galaxy."
After a nod from my Master, I said, "Follow me. Anyone walking past us will hopefully be too puzzled or too unaware to notice there are two strangers instead of one in this ship. Of course, if some droid sees through my electromagnetic shield, we very obviously know what we can 'take' and what we can't take. Ready, Master Kenobi?"
"Are you sure that you didn't bring a spare?" he quipped jokingly, and I laughed.
"Artoo-Detoo," I said to my ever-reliable astromech droid, "Chancellor Palpatine is being held in the observation tower of this ship. We need to access elevator 5214 in order to get up there. While we get on our way, could you activate it?" A 'yes' beep. Obi-Wan and I hung back close to the walls of the ship as we exited the hangar.
It wasn't too much of a problem reaching elevator 5214 once we re-checked our coordinates on my Master's datapad. The problem was that Artoo had mistakenly turned the manual override for the elevator to the 'down' position instead of 'up'. "Artoo, we need to be going up, not down," corrected Obi-wan, a bit perturbed.
A sharp and sudden clunk, and we found ourselves stuck in the middle of the elevator shaft. Not to worry--I quickly activated my lightsaber and sawed a hole for us to jump through in the middle of the ceiling. Artoo may not have been making the wisest of tactical decisions now, but he was only a droid, not a thinking being. Obi-wan and I tapped into the Force and hurtled ourselves through the gaping orifice.
Oh, no-- Now we were going up, and at a far faster rate than I had expected. Timing our second jump as fast as we could, we crashed back down through the hole and braced ourselves as the elevator reached the observation-tower floor with a jarring crunch. "Well, I guess we're here," I said with a sheepish smile. Nice job, Artoo!
Once the doors slid open, though, we had a problem. "Hands up, Jedi," ordered a droid.
Altair picked up the comlink again. "Grievous! When am I going to be sent down to the surface!" He gazed down at Coruscant thoughtfully. "This is probably the best time, and if I act quick enough I can infiltrate the Republic's highest offices without a hitch. They're so occupied now, they wouldn't notice - I just need time to do it properly."
Static came back, and Altair slammed his fist into the bulkhead. "Come on, Grievous... Blast it, this is not a time for miscommunication on our part!" He hit the comlink with his hand and swore again. "Blast those clones and their big guns..."
I would have sliced the mechanical head off the droid that said, "Hands up, Jedi," but the fact of the matter was that he (it?) was holding an Optimized Molten Cannon. Not wanting to risk either myself or my Master being fried to a crisp, I sheathed my saber and surrendered to the battalion of guard droids that had suddenly appeared in our midst. Master Kenobi's face was unreadable. Did he approve of my actions or not?
Maybe they'll lead us to Count Dooku, I suggested through the Force, and through Dooku, the Chancellor. Let's bide our time for the moment, and if they try to make us take a long, suitless walk out the airlock, we'll chop them into spare parts.
We were escorted into another elevator, this one of transparisteel to make us afraid if we were scared of heights, and we ascended to the observation tower of General Grievous' ship under guard. So far, so good, although my strategy could still fail...