The sun has set, and with it the Jedi.

The dark side of the Force has spread across the galaxy, bringing turmoil to the ones who've fought against it.

Master Jedi Shaak Ti sat in her chambers, deep in a meditation trance. A dark ache set deep in her chest; the sting of a lightsaber heightened her senses. Across Coruscant a storm was brewing. Jedi Masters had been sent to the Senate to arrest the Chancellor of the Republic. Mace Windu, Agen Kolar, Saesee Tiin, and Kit Fisto were now in the beginning of a fierce battle with the mysterious sith lord Sidious, the true identity of the leader of the galaxy himself.

Ti's montrals flicked in irritation, her shoulders tightened as the sound of 'saber against flesh burned in her ears. Sidious let out an animal-like battle scream and slashed forward. Master Kolar let out a final scream as the dark lord's lightsaber seared into his chest. There was nothing she could do but listen. Listen as he crumbled to his knees, whispering a final breath. "It doesn't… hurt…" She flinched as if the blade had hit her. She wished she could transports from her chambers to the Chancellor's office. Maybe she could help, maybe she could save them. But the sounds of lightsabers clashing against one another showed her a reality.

"Saesee!" Kit Fisto yelled trying to bring Tiin's attention but to no prevail. He was struck down next. Sidious had picked them off like flies. As if killing the Jedi were as easy as gaining their trust in the first place. Fisto took a step back, shoulder-to-shoulder with Mace Windu. "You have lost." Sidious snarled, his normally china blue eyes were a vicious as the lava rivers of Mustafar. The Sith lord's dark smile was only encouragement for the Jedi. Kit Fisto grinned and leveled his emerald lightsaber. "Kit!" he heard Windu say beside him but his warning was cut short to Fisto's hearing by the burning of Sidious's lightsaber against his neck.

Shaak Ti was left trembling, she could almost reach out to touch Fisto's headless body. Darkness seeped into the room, Mace Windu was left alone, standing among the still warm slaughtered bodies of his friends. What have you done? He thought clenching his saber tight.

The duel began with a devious sithly smile if the dark lord.

Amethyst against garnet the 'sabers spun at their opponents like a dance. A twisted and deadly dance or Jedi verses Sith. The battle that had repeated itself amongst the two for millennia.

They had made their way into Palpatine's office. Windu spun around the onyx table and up against the transperasteel window. Sidious growled and slashed forward, a sick smile played on his face. Sunk deep in his own form of Vaapad, Windu twisted his 'saber around his wrist, breaking the window into hundreds of shards, cascading down to the ground hundreds of feet below them. With a sudden help in the Force Sidious's lightsaber had fallen into the line of glass. "You are under arrest my lord." Windu hissed, lightsaber blade to the Chancellor's throat.

A new presence lurked in the Chancellor's office. Ti's heart nearly stopped as Anakin Skywalker ran into the battle. Windu sensed it too. Looking up he held a hand to stop him from coming any closer. The broken Sidious returned to the mind set of Palpatine and looked up at Anakin with fear. "Anakin," He wheezed, "I told you it would come to this. I was right! The Jedi are taking over!" He yelled in a deep panic.

Clutching his lightsaber more Windu growled under his breath. "The impression of the sith is no more. You have lost." And again Sidious rose to the surface. Anger ran threw his veins, the dark side swarmed around him. "No," His hissed, "No you have lost!" Sith lightning jutted from his fingers and bolted towards Windu. With a yell of pain Mace set his lightsaber to block the heavy blow of energy. Anakin, in awe and confusion of it all shielded his eyes from the blinding light. "He's a traitor!" Palpatine managed to scream over the crackling of lightning. Windu gained enough strength and pressed down on the hilt of his 'saber sending the energy back to Sidious. "No, he is the traitor!" He hissed pain lashing through his arms as he fought to keep the lightsaber in his hands.

Weakened Palpatine gazed back up at Anakin. His flesh melted and distorted, his skin greyed and molted like an aging corpse. "I have the power to save the ones you love." He forced himself to say under the pressure of his own attack. "You must choose!" Anakin's chest clenched. Choose… How could he?

"Don't listen to him, Anakin!" Windu yelled forcing the blade just inches from Sidious's face. Palpatine melted into his new being. His head lolled back against the wall behind him as he fought for strength. "Don't let him kill me!" He begged, "I can't hold it any longer… I-I'm to weak…" The lightning seized, with fear in his straining voice he yelled, "Anakin! Help me! Help me! …I…I…I can't hold on any longer…"

Shaak Ti was in awe of it all. She couldn't move, she could barely breath. She sent a wave of energy towards the confused and scared youngling as Anakin readied his lightsaber. "I'm going to end this. Once and for all." Windu hissed returning his violet blade to Sidious's throat. Anakin grit his teeth, he said calmly, "You can't…" With a ready voice he stood forward, "He must stand trial!" Mace looked at him, panting for air, "He has control of the senate and the courts, he's to dangerous to be kept alive!"
"I'm to weak!" Palpatine whispered, catching his breath, "Oh don't kill me, please." Anakin glanced over at the Chancellor. He couldn't let him die! He was the only one who could save Padmè, the only one who could save his unborn child.

Mace studied the Sith's face, he could end this. End this war; end the conflict in the Jedi and in the Republic. He could end this. And he would. "Please don't!" Palpatine begged. Anakin's heart stopped beating, he couldn't seem to breath. "I need him!" He hissed. Please! He's the only one who can save her! Mace grit his teeth and raised his 'saber. For the Republic. "Please don't!" Palpatine begged a final time. Fear overrode his senses as he came face to face with death.
"No!" Anakin yelled, with a single flash of blue light, his 'saber met with the flesh of Mace's hand. Windu's limb and saber came clattering down the broken window and rolled onto the dark carpet.

Shaak Ti's heart dropped. Out of all the things she could never imagine Anakin doing this.

Mace Windu screamed, clutching his stump of a wrist.

Sidious smiled, his act had played off. He was more powerful then ever. The dark side swam through his veins, and with it, strength. Lightning returned to his fingers and bolted to Windu.

Ti could breath. In the end there was only two. Anakin slipped to his knees. His teary eyes were locked on Master Windu's lightsaber. Hand still clenched around it. "What have I done…?" He breathed. He glanced up at Palpatine who slowly rose from the window. "What have I done…?"

"You're fulfilling your destiny, Anakin."

Anakin's head dropped, pain lurked through his chest as Sidious spoke, "Become my apprentice." He hissed, Palpatine's voice became in sink with Sidious as the dark creature became one. "Learn to use the dark side of the Force."

Anakin swallowed hard, fighting against the urge to run. But he had to save Padmè, that was more important then anything. The Dark Side. The very thing he had been taught to stray away from. To hide from. To hide from the power who could save his wife. The Jedi had betrayed him, they hid things from him, they made him weak.

"I…I will do anything you ask…" He breathed looking up at the face of Sidious. The sith lord smiled. "Good… very good." Anakin clenched his fists, "Just help me save Padmè's life… Please, I can't live without her…" He nodded softly, "This power to save people from death is only one has achieved, but I know together, we can discover the secret…"

There was a chance…

And only this slim chance of saving Padmè from her most certain chance gave him hope. Anakin went numb. The dark side swarmed around him, embracing him into the shadows. "I pledge myself… to your teaching, my master." He said looking up at Darth Sidious.

The Sith lord breathed deeply, soaking himself in the power of the Dark Side. "The Force is strong with this one. A powerful Sith, you will become." He smiled, looking down at his new apprentice. "Henceforth, you shall be known as Darth…" The Force whispered the name. "Vader."

Shaak Ti felt a wave of energy crash throughout the Jedi Temple. The house of Peace, of Wisdom, of Hope, was now the house of death. Her obsidian eyes slowly rolled open. A new presence entered her chambers. She breathed deep, tracing the hilt of her lightsaber at her waist. "Anakin…" She said in a calm cool Shili accent. "What have you done…?" She slowly turned to meet the young Human boy. He stood, lightsaber ready, sithly eyes locked on hers. Ti powered on her lightsaber and rested it calmly at her side. "Anakin, you don't have to do this, you aren't a Sith, look at yourself." She spoke through gritted teeth. Vader nearly laughed, "I am the very thing you Jedi created. I have brought peace to the Republic!" Ti took a step back, "You're confused Anakin, I understand, please, you don't have to do this, you don't have to give into the dark side."
"There is no choice."
Her shoulders dropped, her montrals twitched. "Just listen for once Anakin. I understand. But Sidious is just trying to use you to destroy the Jedi, don't you understand that? You don't really believe he can save your wife. Do you?" He froze. His lightsaber ignited and raised to his side. "Poor boy," She breathed pulling her own 'saber into the beginning form of Makashi. She stepped back, she didn't want to fight him. And she knew deep inside Anakin's heart, he didn't want to fight her either. "The sith always betray one another… but I'm sure you'll learn that soon enough." She sighed deeply. "Anakin you don't have to go throw with this… I have known of your personal conflict, I have always known. But the dark side shows no answers that the light side cannot!" Vader growled beneath his breath, but he just stood there, a part of him still wanting to listen. "You have no idea." He hissed.

Ti powered off her saber but left it in her hand. "Anakin, I have always been on your side, Force, I've covered for you when you've made stupid mistakes that could have killed hundreds of troops during the war. I would have thought you've had gained my trust and understanding." Her shoulders dropped a little, "I refuse to call you Vader, I still have faith in you Anakin, you're not like this. You're not a Sith. What would your wife, Padmè think? She'd be so disappointed is you." Anakin's eyes locked on hers. "What? "You think I didn't know?" Shaak Ti smiled kindly, "The Jedi have always known of your relationship with Senator Amidala, we just pretended we didn't. Skywalker- Anakin, Palpatine can't help you, haven't you seen that already? You only want to believe he can help you save her and your child, but he doesn't know this fiction power himself does he?"
Anakin grit his teeth, his heart clenched and caught in his throat. How did she know? How could she possibly know!

"I can assure you Anakin, Vader will kill Padmè if you don't stop him." Ti said, a new presence entered her chambers. A small Twi'lek, no older then eight stood in the doorway. Her blue Lekku twitched in confusion. "Master Ti, Master Skywalker," She said with a short bow. Anakin gripped the hilt of his saber. Every Jedi is now an enemy of the Republic, they must be hunted down and destroyed! Vader nodded slowly, You are the Chosen One Anakin, and you have brought peace.

Peace…

His mechanical hand clenched his 'saber. Every Jedi is now an enemy of the Republic.

Now rise, my apprentice, strong and brave, you shall bring great things to the Republic, Lord Vader.

Vader nodded, as you wish. My Master.

Shaak Ti froze as Anakin whipped around on the soles of his boots and beheaded the youngling behind him.

"No!" She yelled, turning to hide in the air vent behind her.

Anakin… Ti thought, the sounds of blasts and lightsabers left her numb, Anakin, what have you done? I had faith in you… we all did…

She shrugged off her outer robes and found her way to the airshaft connection to one of the youngling chambers. From above she could see a small group of children hidden in the corner. The oldest, a Human male with dark red hair, and calm blue eyes was hugging a small female Twi'lek in his arms. "Shush Ayy, it'll all be over soon, you just have to stay quiet you understand?" Shaak Ti's heart sank. She pulled away the guard and dropped down into the room below her.

The boy grabbed his lightsaber beside him and peaked his head up. He was trained for this, wasn't he? He was a Jedi a Keeper of Peace, he would fight to the death against any clone that would harm him, or the other younglings. He was the oldest anyways, the more experienced, he had a real lightsaber, not a training 'saber used in practice. He was a Jedi Padawan. Kolen Marak, knight of the Republic.

But right now he didn't feel like a knight, or a keeper of peace, or even a Jedi. He felt like a scared little boy…

His sea green eyes met the figure. Standing tall in a thin brown dress. Lightsaber at her side, was Master Jedi Shaak Ti. Her calm onyx eyes met his, a hint of a smile played on her worried face. "Are you alright?" She asked in a cool accent. Kolen breathed deep and nodded, "I'm fine Master Jedi, ma'am, but Ayy here, well you see, a clone was here." He looked over at the masked body of one of the nameless clones. "He shot at us, and hit her in the leg…" Ti nodded and grabbed a small roll of gauze from her belt before kneeling down beside the group of younglings. The pale green Twi'lek couldn't be any older then five of six. She wiped away her tears and bowed her head respectfully. Ti smiled kindly and pulled the youngling's boot off and rolled her tight dark brown leggings up over her knee. A deep gash of burnt flesh cut deep into the little girl's leg. She grimaced at the sight but showed no outer emotion. No ordinary medical equipment was going to heal this wound within minutes and she couldn't go on with it. She'd be certainly killed. Ti breathed deep centering herself within the Force.

Kolen grabbed Ayy's shoulder as the Jedi Master placed her coral-red hand over the Twi'lek's would. A calm energy filled the room. Ayy flinched a little but before she had the urge to cry out Ti's hand was removed. In replace of the girl's deep blaster wound was freshly healed skin. Kolen was in awe, he had only heard of healing through the Force, never had he thought it could actually work this drastically. "Now come on, we'll have to go through the air shafts, I'll be able to get you five out of the temple and somewhere safe ok?" Ti said looking over the remaining Padawans.

Through the Force she helped push each youngling into the airshaft above them.

A dark presence seeped into the room. Ti helped up the final youngling up into the shaft. She handed the grate up to one of the children and grabbed her lightsaber.

The shuffling of clone troopers boots against the soft flooring of the halls outside gave her chills. She powered on her lightsaber and faced the door. "In here!" A clone commander yelled out to the rest of his troop. A series of clicks sent the door flying open. Shaak Ti breathed deep, and time slowed. The Force swarmed around her in a mix of warning and relief. The younglings above her were safe, that's all that mattered.

Five clones marched into the room. Blasters held up, in a ready stance. "Stand down Jedi." The head commando called out. Shaak Ti grit her teeth and raised her weapon. "Never."

"We will be forced to take action Master Jedi, stand down now!"

She shook her head, raising her weapon to her side, "Then fire at will."

And they did.

Throughout the years many of the movies we hold close to our hearts from our childhood are beginning to be forgotten. My idea is for movie theaters through America to broadcast these older movies from our childhood. I believe in doing this these films will be used for good use, and bring in a larger fan base with the next generation of viewers. Many cinemas across the U.S have already done this. Playing movies from the fifties through the nineties to younger audiences and adults.