Obi-Wan tried to power up the Starfighter, but it was no use. His R2 astromech droid was badly injured and needed some repairs and the craft's motherboards had been fried. Obi-Wan was a sitting duck and either Grievous was going to let him fall down to the planet, or blast him out of the sky like a hunter does with a mallard duck.

However, Grievous did not bother to press any button, or did not care to blast Obi-Wan out of the sky. He other matters to attend to; Skywalker was his main basis, not this aging, old Jedi Knight. Obi-Wan's time would come later, his death would be at a time when both parties were eligible and when the time seemed presentable. His master Sidious wanted Skywalker brought to his feet either alive, half alive, or bleeding and hungry for a fight. Sidious wanted to see Skywalker at the height of his anger, he wanted to see Anakin become so deeply enraged and consumed by hate that he would something entirely different and opposite to what the Jedi Code repeatedly told him. Sidious basically wanted Anakin as his chess piece. With Anakin the chessboards would be filled up and the galaxy would face checkmate. If a checkmate would be given then all hope would be lost...

Grievous flew down to Tatooine leaving Obi-Wan to float away in space.

Meanwhile back on Coruscant...

Mace made a distress call to the Tantive IV as it raced across the galaxy towards Bail's home planet Alderran.

"Obi-Wan's ship has gone out of transmission reach. He has not contacted for quite some time. I fear he is either dead, or in heaping amount of trouble. I request myself to go and aid him and Anakin..." Mace said as he saw Yoda's small, miniature frame and Bail's tall frame in the bluish, indigo colored hologram.

"Negative, it is imperative you stay there and tell the Senate that Palpatine has over-steeped his powers and that a omission, or cancellation, or perforation, or neutralization of his order is intact and ready to begin. The galaxy has no time to watch him slouch and sit in his chair ruling this galaxy without the guidance and obedience a Chancellor, or hell even a Emperor needs." Bail snuffed.

"But what if the delegates or senators do not listen? What if they think Palpatine is doing the right thing and cannot be turn to go against him? Then what?" Mace asked.

"Do as requested, Master Windu. Do not wait any longer. A bad feeling about this, I have, but we must make sure that as long as the white stars in the sky shine the brightest the galaxy will never be put on high alert, or on dictator law." Yoda ordered. Mace nodded and shut off the transmission and went to the Senate quarters to speak in front of the many delegates and senators.

Inside the Senate...

"We the guardians of the peace. The balancers of the Force and galaxy cannot see Chancellor Palpatine commit anymore acts of bigotry and using his power for his own gain and purposes. He has forgotten about the people, as he has forgotten about the Jedi as well. Today, he put into act to end our time as keepers of the peace; restorers of the common good. He also as you know put into act to control all emergency powers with himself as the leader of it all. No votes went into this and no vote second, forward it, or appealed it. He did it all his own, without listening to you the people! I request that Palpatine's reign, as Chancellor should be ended before he has the chance to become Emperor. If you sell your votes to him you'll only sell your souls!" Mace shouted across the floor room. The shout was so loud that even the upper deck rows of senators and even the ones that took their places toward the ceiling could hear his outcry. Palpatine though was seated right in the middle of this, looking at Mace's face and listening to his every word. Upon his face he showed a look of "feeling trapped and cornered", but on the inside, inside his black heart he felt the flames hate causing a firestorm within his belly. That's when things got bad...

Palpatine stood up and counterattacked Mace's claims and dove into him like a knife through bread. Making accusations, assaults, attacks, and claims like if they were right hooks, or left hooks in a boxing match. Palpatine knew that by cornering, confounding, and confining him he could make Mace fall to his knees and make him look like a fool in front of the millions of senators.

"The Jedi have secret allies do they not?" Palpatine asked.

"They do, but..." Mace said, but was cut off by Palpatine's quick rattlesnake-like tongue.

"And do not these allies have ties to things that could bring down the existence of the galaxy? I mean I've heard of a informant you Jedi have who has a café shop nearby here. His name is Dexter Jettster and apparently Obi-Wan Kenobi sees him time to time to exchange whereabouts of planets, get the lowdown on secret operations going on from seedy characters, and just go in as an active customer, but not really. Now, tell me wasn't Dexter Jettster a space pirate who worked doing several jobs such as: an expeditionary oil-harvester, manning rigs on space pirate ships, tending bars, and brawling for a living in the Alanas Maze?" Palpatine asked.

"Yes, he did and yes I know about Obi-Wan's friendship with him." Mace said.

"But didn't your old friend Qui-Gon Jinn have ties to some dirty characters too? I see a rather relevant pattern that some of you Jedi are keepers of the peace, but yet others keep it in their own ways, in different ways, that could bring down the heart of the galaxy, but also bring down your title as 'disciples of the good will.'"

"Now, wait just a second here..." Mace snapped back.

"You Jedi have proven in the past your refraction and your insurgence and your mutinous side time and time again. Now, I guess we just had to see it face to face in front of this grand court of people who...believe in the common good of our society, unlike you Jedi, who with your seditious and revolutionary discontentment vow to take away that good. For shame are we, for shame are we the people of this Senate and this galaxy!" Palpatine said still cutting Mace off not letting him get the upper hand or the chance to talk...ever again...

Cheers arose for Palpatine and boos came down on Mace like rain in a thunderstorm. Mace could not help but feel stupid and feel like Bail had lead him and his people down a road, or into a pothole that they could never dig themselves out of, only drown and sink to the bottom like quicksand.

"I am muzzling your kind and discharging you from this court! We people once shared a mutuality and equality with each other, now those chains are broken, and now our people can never be once more. Get out of our sights Jedi." Palpatine said pushing this even further, more boos were thrown at Mace, including fruit, vegetables, and insults in English and alien.

The Jedi are no more, Mace thought standing there like a fool as other Jedi were behind him, they too receiving scrutiny and criticism. Damn, you Bail Organa! Damn you! Obi-Wan always said never trust a politician. Now, I see where that was smart. Palpatine was not the right man for his job and Bail Organa was not the right man to accept our allegiance. We are in a deep rut. A rut that'll ruin us all...

Meanwhile back in space....

Obi-Wan was still in the cockpit of his Starfighter trying everything he could do reboot the circuit-boards and motherboards and get full coverage of his craft, but unfortunately his R2 unit was out of commission and he would either have to jettison and die due to the lost of oxygen, or float around the galaxy till he died of lost of oxygen. Any other way his oxygen would run out and things would remain still at their slimmest, but then the spunky little android began rebooting and availing from the power lost. "R6 are you alright?" Obi-Wan asked. The little droid responded with it's usual beeps, whistles, and toots like any R2 unit would to respond.

"R6 see if you can get us back online. We can't let Grievous get to Anakin. We mustn't let him!" Obi-Wan replied.

The little droid worked and worked, but soon enough it got the ship back online hotwiring it to perfection. "Good work my little friend..." Obi-Wan said with a sigh and a smile. However, a radio readout came out and a hologram appeared from Mace.

"Obi-Wan. I don't know if you're alive or not, but I appeared to the Senate and Palpatine has now targeted and branded us with mutiny. The people think of us Jedi as traitorous dogs. The Senator of Organa tried his best, but his plan was bland and drab if he thought we could surpass Palpatine. Now, I fear Palpatine might do something drastic to us. He's already telling us to evacuate the Jedi Temple for a better and proper facilitation and habitation... You were right these politicians cannot be trusted and Palpatine proved his true loyalties today. I just wish I could hear from you old friend in this dire crisis."

Obi-Wan sat in the cockpit for a few minutes and bit his lip. I knew Palpatine was not the politician Anakin and the courts made him out to be. All makes sense now. By eliminating and emanating us, he could do something far more worse, because we could not interrupt or interfere in his plans. So, that would mean Palpatine is actually...

But then he shook off the thought and flew down to Tatooine to stop Grievous once and for all.

On Alderran...

Alderran was a sight for sore eyes. It was rich in adversity, in color, in size, and scale. The planet was like Corellia, Coruscant, and Naboo all rolled into one. It had redeeming qualities no other planet had and was founded for one purpose: Keep the galaxy alive. Bail loved his planet, more than a woman, and more than any child. To him it was those two things rolled into one. The planet stood for everything good, everything wholesome and true. The Tantive IV dropped down onto the grassy plains leading into The Great Hall, a place where Bail and his people would come to meet, discuss issues, and soak up in the wonderment of their home planet. Ric Olie's men and him accompanied the senators and Yoda, along with Captain Typho who was off duty as Padme's bodyguard. Awfully quiet, silent, and manly Typho proved to be a valuable asset to anyone who took him along, even if the eye patch bothered some people of seeing.

A few Mon Calamari, a few humans, a Besalisk, and Fontis Dodonnis, a Wookie senator all come out of The Great Hall to meet Bail and his fellow senators and Master Yoda. Jar Jar Binks and Senators Bail Organa, Mon Mothma, Fang Zar, Giddean Danu, Bana Breemu, Nee Alavar all followed behind Bail and Yoda.

The Mon Calamari were made up of Captain Ackbar, who would one day become Admiral Ackbar in the later wars and General Denny. The humans were Lando Calrissian, Hannah Tree, Male' Dee and Gaston Brunswick. The Besalisk was Jon Benson, an older Besalisk who amazingly is still alive who fought in the Mandalorian Wars as a mercenary for the Republic.

"Greetings and salutations Bail. We feared you'd never get off that rock alive without Palpatine's eyes keeping watch..." Male' said patting Bail on the back giving him a hug.

"They can silence the sum of us, but more will come and spread the word of Palpatine and his tyrannical ways. We shall not be shut up so soon." Bail said patting his friend on the back.

"They will never thwart our protests. We have fine army willing to take on Palpatine if the matter comes down to it." Lando said slicking back his silk black hair, his lime green cape flowing in the wind, and his forest green robes also flapping in the wind as well.

"Us Mon Calamari have aided you as you have aided us with the Clone Wars we are glad to assist you now in these hardening times." Captain Ackbar said, General Denny nodding in approval. "Our Peacekeeper Rebellion fighters are ready to take off as soon as you're read." General Denny said. Bail smiled at the fishy orange-skinned Calamarian.

"Come let us talk in 'The Great Hall' for awhile..." Male' said as the others followed.

Inside The Great Hall...

Gigantic marble and bronze statuettes filled The Great Hall. Each one had a different figurine, or human statue with something different to add. The first one was a scholar with a long scroll in his hand citating and scrolling off Alderran's many laws and rules, the second was a man decked down with armor from head to toe with a long spear in his one hand and shield. The man was crimsoned in gold, while his opponent wore an armor that was black as night, his opponent's armor was also decaled and modeled to have hawks, crows, snakes, dragons, skulls, and swords ironed on the helmet and breastplate. The last statue was Bail's father and a group of men who founded The Great Hall. Bail's father looked like him, it was recognizable right way, you couldn't/wouldn't have to bat, or squint your eye to tell because Bail and his father were identical and evenly matched. Everyone walked faster along the marbled gray floor, but Yoda busily tried to keep up hobbling, gaiting, limping, gimping, and hunching behind the many senators. Captain Ackbar just looked at the old green Jedi and gave a slight frown. He felt sorry for him, I mean, after all Yoda was almost 900 years old.

Meanwhile on Tatooine...

Tatooine's people, air, and land were all the same: dirty. Tatooine was known for its scumbags, it's low-life-moochers; it's bleakness, bleariness, dubiousness, and trickiness. You were either a victim, or a predator and if you had to pick a side the predator would be more of winning side than the victim. The victim would get pick pocketed and robbed blind, or be forced into a fight, while the predator end up the lucky man of the day, because no cops were around to stop you.

Jabba's palace laid out in the desert surrounded by tranquility and security, while the Skywalker homestead and the Lars homestead laid in the dusks of sand and by the other moisture farmer farms. Anakin always wondered if Padme wanted more, if she would rather be off better on Naboo away from the sand, away from the heat, away from knowing she was in one of the only places where the Republic didn't poke it's nose into your business like a damn paparazzi. However, as much as he always thought that, he sort of like being back here without the existence of the Jedi, or some senator quarantining, bettering, and forestalling the inevitabilities and wrongs that change a government, but also brings it together later.

Anakin did want the best for the galaxy, but the galaxy seemed to unsure what it wanted of itself that's why he and Padme always had quarrels and table-talk squabbles about how the galaxy should be run. Finally, one day he gave up because her views were not similar to his and that scourged him deeply, scourged him like salt being put on a wound, or cut.

"What do you think of Bail Organa and his 'friends'?" Anakin asked at the dinner table inside he and Padme's hut.

"Bail is a good man who believes in extinguishing Palpatine's flames. Scouring and cleansing the sins of the fallen Chancellor." Padme replied pouring some blue milk into his cup.

"I think Bail and his whole lot are untrustworthy. Yet you confide and respect them." Anakin protested eating some of the food off his plate and giving her a stern, unhappy look on his face as she poured milk into his cup.

"Well, not everything is about you Anakin." Padme replied back. "You have to learn that the galaxy is for EVERYONE whether big, or small, or large, or skinny, or above any race, gender, sex, or color. The galaxy is for us."

"But some of those people all they do is whine and moan and groan like unsatisfied babies. Scrabbling, scrambling, and scrawling around on all fours like unfed dogs. Besides, Palpatine is a good man who seeks out for the good they and you just don't understand him like I do." Anakin replied swallowing a piece of gronca and washing it down with blue milk.

"Palpatine won't bother move any of his muscles. He's too busy taking charge of his own ambitions and affairs. The people have been suffering for three years yet he doesn't do a thing! Sure, he's won the war, but the people still need him, the war is over, at least it presumes that way..." Padme said.

"In all great wars the politicians get to the people in time... You'll see..." Anakin replied.

"I fear it'll be far too late if he does." Padme cooed.

As the two sat there eating in pensive silence, R2D2 and C-3P0 both came into the kitchen with an urgent message. "Master I know it is not the best time and I know it is rude for us to bother you while you're eating, but R2 requests your presence."

Anakin kind of made a short grumbled, but sighed and ate up his meal and asked R2 what the problem was. R2 beeped and chimed as 3P0 interpreted.

"Apparently, he says he received a message from an Obi-Wan Kenobi. I remember hearing about him and seeing him, but I don't know why he'd be looking for you."

"Neither do I..." Anakin said dropping his knife and fork.

"Well, R2 said it was urgent. Play the message for him R2! Oh, don't be so daft! Play the message for him! Well, fine be hissy about it. Fine, we don't want to hear the message. Oh...you want to tell us now. Ok, then fire away Mr. Cranky-Bolts." 3P0 yelled.

A blue image appeared with Obi-Wan. He appeared to be on some outskirt of Tatooine, because in the background were banthas. The message read like so:

"Anakin I know this isn't what you want to hear, but the Council sent me to check up on you, make sure you were ok, make sure no one was after you. Well, sure enough I bumped into an old pal of ours. Grievous is back! I repeat Grievous is back! I would've gotten to you sooner, but...wait..."

The message ended and that's when Anakin sensed trouble. "I've got a bad feeling about this," Padme replied, "Grievous could've gotten to him, or worse something else. He looked like he was near the Tusken Camps. What if they took him prisoner?"

"Nonsense, if I can survive the Tuskens I'm sure Obi-Wan can do just as better." Anakin replied back. "But still brace yourself for anything and stay here with 3P0 and R2. I'm going to take the speeder bike."

After, all that feuding and disagreeing. They both agreed with their faces that the situation was now a pressing time. In Padme's eyes she saw her husband about to go out either to return again, or to never return back to her heart. Anakin bid Padme away with a farewell kiss on the lips and she held him close, rubbing and gently caressing his back, as the two droids stood there in the kitchen doorway looking at each other afraid for their master's safety. In both of their lifetime they had faced off many enemies, many life or death situations, and this wasn't an exception.

Over the out reaches, over the hilltops of sand, over the dunes where the Tuskens made their campgrounds, Grievous was already on top of things. He was aboard a newer type of speeder bike with twin spikes coming out of the front and painted across both of the sides of the speeder bike were skulls, human skulls, fall Jedi skulls! Grievous had the Skywalker homestead locked-on and he took off, but what he didn't know was Obi-Wan was not far behind. Obi-Wan was going to either catch up to him sooner, or let Grievous and Anakin duel it out for a while until he showed himself. However, Grievous knew Obi-Wan wasn't far behind him, but this is how he planned it. He'd let Obi-Wan deal with the Tuskens and he'd have Skywalker for himself.

Obi-Wan was indeed in a heaping amount of trouble. Some Tuskens had spotted him while they were out with their Banthas and what was worse the chief Tusken was with them. The chief Tusken was a loutish, boorish specimen, but also a cumbrous cumbersome. It stood about eight feet tall, with massive shoulders, and a neck and head that looked like it was too big for the chief Tusken's body, but unfortunately the chief Tusken was well-armed and well-guarded. At least sixteen Tuskens surrounded him with long wooden staffs, which they called gaderffiis and projectile rifles. The Tuskens were nomadic and barbaric, they were beings that acted with two motives: cruelty and crudity and they did not need provocation, or incitation to do it either.

Obi-Wan stared at them and they stared back with their goggled eyes. All he could do is make sure he'd get out of here alive, but he had heard that if you killed the chieftain then the followers would fall, so he only had a few chances to take down the chieftain. The first eight followers came at him swinging their gaderffiis hard, but Obi-Wan cut their clubs into before they could hit him in the tempo, then Force pushed them into the other eight followers leaving him opened with the chieftain. His muscles were gigantic and in his hands a pair of brass knuckles, but also a huge mace and a chain. The chieftain quickly and swiftly uncoiled the chain within its hands and flung it at Obi-Wan tying it around his wrists and his neck and yanking and jerking him forward in a series of spasmodic, spastic contractions and movements. Obi-Wan felt the oxygen being sucked out of him and felt himself wanting to drop his lightsaber and let his body and eyes go dark, but he maintained control and with the Force inside him unraveled and unwrapped himself out of the chieftain's grip and charged at him lightsaber on and his adrenaline pumping. Up in the air he leapt and came down at the chieftain, but the chieftain nailed him with the mace right in his ribcage. Obi-Wan hit the ground hard and held his ribs as he saw blood now trickling, spattering, and striping down his robes.

The chieftain was now going to end it he had his mace in his right hand swinging it overhead of him looking down at Obi-Wan ready to knock his head off like a bowling ball hitting the pins to make a strike, but Obi-Wan gave a few breaths and was back on his feet and before the chief could take a shot at him Obi-Wan with his lightsaber went to town on the chieftain's right arm, sheering it right off in a precipitous and perpendicular fashion. The chief yelped in pain as Obi-Wan stood there his body and spirit still striding, striving, and straddling onto continue. The followers stood back in awe seeing their high council and priest their chief befallen to such a blow from a mere man. They all grunted and turned to each other asking questions and wondering if their chief could go on, but the chief refused and shook his head and asked for Obi-Wan to have pity and mercy on him. Obi-Wan obeyed and nodded and began to leave in peace, but the chieftain was only bluffing as one of his followers threw him a gaderffii. The chief was ready now to stab Obi-Wan right in the back, or cut his head straight off, but Obi-Wan was more than ready and with his strength turned around quickly and then leant down and with his feet brought them up to kick the chief straight in the gut and fling him over the canyon side down onto some jaggy rocks below. The followers all looked at Obi-Wan and dared not touch him, or even try to attack after seeing their beloved master be beaten. Obi-Wan grunted like them and told them that if they ever saw him again they should be very afraid and run back to their primitive little huts and hide under the blanket if they did not want to experience what their chief just had. The followers nodded and ran off picking up their wreck gaderffii sticks and running home. (This explains why they are so hostile and fearful of Obi-Wan in "A NEW HOPE.")

"Now, onto Anakin's..." Obi-Wan said turning off his lightsaber.

Meanwhile back at the Jedi Temple...

Mace looked outside his quarters, out the window and saw the sun arising. It was a bright reddish, brownish orange, and it looked absolutely extraordinary, simply breathtaking in scope and scale. Shock and awe touched him inside for this would be the last sunrise he would ever see; the last look at what true beauty really looks like. For Mace it was an ending chapter to a legacy fulfilled, his retirement now had a meaning, but yet the meaning was not the one he wanted to walk out on. This meaning was more of dismissal, or an unfortunate walkout. His fellow Jedi were now deserting the place, leaving it behind, they had already packed, and already left to go back to their homes, or back to their long-awaited love ones and settle down. The Jedi were dead and the Jedi Code was now a vase that fell off the shelf and landed on the floor broken, with rigid cracks, and missing pieces scattered amongst it. The Jedi Code was dead. The Sith had gotten their revenge. Palpatine was now the main premium suspect; Palpatine was Sidious! It wasn't as clear as it was before, but now everything fit without any miscalculations. For the pieces curved and winded into each other and Mace came up with this: While Palpatine was in power he must've had the original Master Sifo-Dyas killed, obtained the access codes to delete where Kamino was and hide from the Jedi that he was up to something, something no one could possibly imagine. Using himself as a vying senator trying to obtain absolute power over the Senate, the Jedi, etc. he used the Darkside and his keen mind to gain all of these things so that once again the Sith would rise again after being hidden and forgotten for a millennia. This plan was perfect; dead on perfect.

But how could Palpatine have done this, but no one knew, or could track that the Darkside was in him? That remained to be the ultimate head-scratcher. Mace was now a lone wolf, with a few Jedi left at his side to the very end, if he could convince them to go to Palpatine's and together put a stop to him than things would become clear, and if he could let Obi-Wan, Anakin, Amidala, and Bail know then things would become clearer than before. Now, he realized he shouldn't have doubted Bail. Bail did/knew the right thing and Palpatine was definitely the wrong man for the Chancellor job.

Back at 'The Great Hall...'

Everyone entered into a room where a long, U-shaped table stood beside a roaring fireplace, the wood crackling and cracking in the silence of the room. A protocol droid brought in refreshments for the guests, while a R2 astromech droid wheeled into the room catering and providing food for the many restless, hungry esteem guests. Captain Ackbar took a chalice from the protocol droid's tray, while Bail took a smaller cup, which looked, like the cup Christ drank out of. Yoda just stayed and watched as the other senators ate and drank and discussed. He kept quiet not wanting to attract attention. He figured that if he listened he'd find clues and some information the Council was never given, but kept secret.

Jar Jar Binks and Senators Bail Organa, Mon Mothma, Fang Zar, Giddean Danu, Bana Breemu, and Nee Alavar all started up the floor throwing punches and jabs at Palpatine's record. Captain Ackbar, who would one day become Admiral Ackbar in the later wars and General Denny, Lando Calrissian, Hannah Tree, Male' Dee and Gaston Brunswick and the Besalisk Jon all listened on with Yoda hearing about each other's info on Palpatine.

"He accuses us of our ties with certain people, but his ties are far worse. He's been rumpling and tousling our good name for far too long. His supporters are all activists of war. Mongering and busying themselves with putting this galaxy into more and more wars, costing lives to fall, and blinding the people with their own mirages or illusions of keeping the galaxy whole in it's mirth when really they are below that." Bail said.

"Chancellor Palpatine used to be a friend of mesa, but mesa no longo trust him anymore. We Gungans and people of Naboo will aid you in your cause in bringing the Chancellor down."

"With Lando's help and General Denny's and Captain Ackbar's help we can bring the fight to their doorstep and defeat them." Mon Mothma shouted with appraisals coming from both sides of the room.

"But Palpatine's highest supporters are Thrawn and Tarkin and both are brilliant military strategists and both would never allow anyone to go against Palpatine." Bana said.

"Hmm...Palpatine's support is boisterous, robust, and full of gale. Fear, I have for all of this. This is one battle I do not think we will win. A bad feeling I have, for this." Yoda said sighing and lowering his head down in shame, he slowly walks away from the table, and leaves them, but Bail stops him.

"Where are you going?" Bail asked.

"To Kashykk I leave. You must attend to your battleground of politics, while I must attend to mine of winning the greatest battle of all..." Yoda frowned. Captain Typho followed, along with Ric Olie', and several other Republic troops. If Palpatine's knavish rascality and mischievousness had to be stopped Yoda did not want to sit around for hours and talk he wanted action, he wanted it now, and he wanted Palpatine stopped...NOW!

Meanwhile back in Palpatine's Office...

Morning sun held high over the many buildings and structures Coruscant was known for. The sky was now a pinkish, purplish violet and it matched with Palpatine's robes. Palpatine saw out his office windows the Jedi Council standing high above the city streets, still standing, waiting to be taken down, waiting to be demolished in a single stroke of his hand. Palpatine had now become a Caesar and Amedda was his Brutus. He knew once that Jedi Temple was brought down the galaxy would be enriched with his poison. "The Jedi must be put to a stop today my old friend. They must be put to rest. Start deploying, rallying, and relaying the clones. The Jedi will learn of their depreciation and undervaluing me. They will see my depredation, they will see what my Emergency Powers can do!" He said as Amedda nodded his head and left him there still looking out the window.

Meanwhile on Utapau...

High priestess Tion Meddan stood over his subjects as they rode on saddleback into the grand hall of their utopia. They were very strange looking aliens, their skin looked like sandpaper, all rough and sanded, and their distinct facial features had zigzagged, patterned themes. Their eyes were blood red and looked like two painted red skipping stones, or like a beautiful gem that space pirates would kill, loot, plunder, or squander for. Tion's trusted friend Burrell Bazzka got off his snew, a reptilian-like animal reminiscent of the Dewbacks, and approached the round stage and podium where Tion was about to address his subjects. Burrell hugged his friend and patted him on the cheeks. Tion smiled and raised his staff up high as his followers and subjects begin rooting him to his podium and platform. Tion's voice was very broad, which was good in his public speaking and his addressing. When his voice spoke the room would immediately go quiet, or it would immediately pause for a brief while, then applaud, and then pause again like how a presidential candidate and their national conventions are like. Tion was a brilliant person who thought a lot of his people and his society, he saw only good in it, and nothing else. They had no crimes, no war, no hatred, only love and compassion. They excelled in rules and kept their lives balanced and one-sided.

"WELCOME EVERYONE!" He said approaching the podium, his reddish auburn colored robes sweeping across the stage like a cape, or like his own red carpet unwinding and unfolding behind him. "My friends and loyal subjects I have received a cessation, or intervention from a few Jedi Knights. We have been long friends with them and have sided with them and have been nothing more than allies, but our friends tell me that war is coming. Supreme Chancellor Palpatine who we all know is not to be trusted is now personifying himself and embodying himself as now Emperor. If he is elected he'll take over all emergency powers and do with them with his own will, without the people's objection, or without the people's interference. His fanaticism, radicalism, extremism, and uncompromising methods is leading him further and farther down to the brink of ultimate chaos... We Utapauians who have spent years away from war, away from violence, and oppression now face our biggest fear together as a society. Palpatine has spent his years waddling and wassling around, raveling and knitting together his own agendas and ideas, but not listening to...THE PEOPLE'S CALL! WE ARE THE PEOPLE! WE HAVE THE RIGHTS TO BE HEARD! We do not live in a socialistic society! We do not live in a governmentally controlled environment advocating and admonishing rules upon us just so they can improve and make better their own 'purposes' and 'overtures.' My friends today I bring you Bail Organa, Senator of Alderran, Senator of Corellia, Mon Mothma, and a man who's been a proffering benefactor to all of us. A man who's decorous, strict, accurate, and decent manners and integrity will someday lead us into sedating and sobering the irritabilities of a poorly excuse of a Chancellor. I give you our dear friend Lando Calrissian!"

The crowds cheered in unison and the praises were carried on for awhile chorusing. Some soloing others dueting, or baritoning and tenoring together to make one loud praise song for Lando. "My friends, my friends, I am here to today to start deploring, bemoaning, and bewailing my sympathies upon you on how I hope this galaxy can stay intact and keep it's message alive for years to come. I deprecate and disapprove like you of Palpatine. The man is sick, corrupt, and vile. His morals are perverted and wicked. Together we will secure and enable the galaxy with enough manpower, firepower, and security to put this tyrant out of power...for good!"

Cheers arose again and Lando stood on stage basking in its warmth and glow. From Bail's eyes he knew one day this friend of his' son would carry on his dad's legacy being a strong leader and negotiator to his people. Tion stepped forward onto the stage and rested his long slender fingers on Lando's shoulder and aggravated and egged on the crowd for more cheers and applause, which Lando humbly soaked in, and Tion was deeply amazed at the outpour of love, but elsewhere things were growing to a dismal...

Meanwhile on Kashykk...

On the pleasant home of the Wookies war was coming with its drums. Many would die today, many would not live to see tomorrow, and some would be lucky to keep the furry manes on their back. For after the war is over the only sounds that'll be heard are the falls of teardrops and absolute complete silence...

The home world of the Wookies was filled with greenness, grassiness, leafiness, vegetation, life, sounds, and many miraculous and preternatural gifts. The Wookies lived peaceful lives in their canopies and tree houses. Some lived on the ground floor with huts and villages, while upward high in the rainforest area, the warriors of Kashykk, and the hunters laid dormant, hibernating and residing away from the less advantaged. The Wookies lived with classes. The hunters and the warriors were the Alphas and the Omegas, while the people were basically the food getters, the laborers, and the workers. It was basically like a clan of bears, or a hive of bees.

Tarrful was supreme ruler over the Wookies. He lived in hierarchy and was a fine clergyman to everyone who knew him, although he did rule in a hieratically and clerically fashion, he was by far the best guy for the job. The Wookies trusted him and loved him, but a few who were known as "The Outsiders" hated Tarrful. Tarrful and his family had came from a village that had been disowned and ravaged. His, family, and his brother escaped with their lives, but the dreaded space pirate Captain Yazawl Nestoo wanted all the Wookies locked up and cage so he could sell to Jabba the Hutt as a prize token. However, Tarrful and his brother, family, and several others of his clan fought Yazawl and killed him by ripping him apart with their bare hands, but when Tarrful and come to join this new clan, he was considered an outcast, and had to prove himself. Eventually, one day he challenged the leader of the clan Anazzi, and won and became the new leader of the Wookies, but these "Outsiders" were behind some evil plot to take Tarrful down, and this plot involved some certain Trandoshans and a certain crazed Thrawn and Tarkin...

Tarrful stood before his subjects on top of the highest tree branch. His guards Zow and Yow stood beside him keeping their balance and footing upon the branch, while his other warriors Chewbacca, who was but a mere 170 years-old, his friends Fuzz and Wuzz, and their father who served an illustrious command as Tarrful's main general of his army Crezzle all stood behind him. They were well talented with bowcasters and were probably the biggest, tallest, and strongest of the Wookies. Without them the planet of Kashykk would be lost and all hope and fate would be lost along with it. "Rarr rrrran raffa arrgh arg!" Tarrful shouted to his subjects, which meant "The Outsiders have plagued us long enough, along with the Trandoshans, but we will end the both of them with our heavy paws!"

As Tarrful's subjects gathered around the giant tree and listened to his words, a beam of light came across the sky, it was a red streak, but to their black graveled eyes it looked like a blur, until it came down and BOOM! All hell broke loose! Another streak came at them this time blowing up a canopy and a bridge where several Wookies were standing on. Bodies went flying and pandemonium soon filled the trees and grounds, as the Wookies went running.

Meanwhile back on Tattooine...

Anakin stopped his speeder and got off of it. He looked around, but only saw sand and nothing more, but then he heard something, something coming at him fast, something who had him on it's "must die" list. Anakin dipped and slipped his hand underneath his long Jedi cloak and fingered the tip of his lightsaber and waited to see what was coming at him, but then he saw the familiar whitish-grayish colored Grievous come flying at him like a mad man, right off his speeder, with twin lightsabers in hand ready to strike him down, but Anakin just gave a slight smirk and in his mind said to himself, "I'll beat you like the rest. You're nothing but a candle in the wind ready to be blown out."

The two begin engaging in battle. Duking it out, battling, and struggling between each other's strengths. Assaulting and attacking each other with blood-thirsting and fierce- piercing blades. Eyes sternly gazing, staring, and penetrating on each other. The flow of their blades was like swift and quick movements. This collaboration, this speculation was astonishing and amazing to watch and to see. Their strokes were as delicate and precise as a painter's brush. They had such charisma, such style, and such skill. Anakin never felt such a workout in his life, but somehow this other man didn't bear to show a helping of sweat, or some tiredness. It was like he didn't want to, like he was conquering over his body's functions.

"I'll beat you like I did with Asajj. She was but a mere walkthrough, you shouldn't be too much of a workout either." Anakin smiled and joked.

"Asajj was just a instrument of the Sith. She was only used to jumpstart the eradication and erection of the Jedi, the abolishment and extirpation of your kind." Grievous said breathing a little. "Asajj however proved to be an unworthy test. I shall do better. I shall be your equalizer..."

The two engage again this timegoing at each other harder and faster than before. Their lightsabers dance in front of their eyes in a parallel ellipse, like two mating rattlesnakes, or cobras. Grievous however is far better of the swordsman; Anakin however is far better in the Force. "Hmm...you have incredible and remarkable Jedi reflexes, but yet you don't seem like you are willing enough to kill me."

"I'll kill you when I figure out what you want from me and why you're here."

"Sorry, I am only here to take you away with me, not kill you, but all shall be revealed shortly once you have met my Master."

"Sorry, but I cannot let you do that and 2. Tell your Lord Sidious that if he wants me than I shall come for him after I am finished with you."

"Ha, ha, ha, you have the makings of a great Sith Lord. So strong, so assure of yourself, so overconfident, and arrogant. These are things the Sith exceed in, but a Sith does not have a mere strand of fear in his, or her body, yet you have plenty. Too bad I see this unlike my Master who believes that you are this alleged 'One' the prophecies speak of."

"But who is this Darth Sidious? I mean WHO really IS your Master?"

"I'll give you a hint. He's a politician who finds you to be the greatest of all Jedi, even ahead of Masters Windu and Yoda."

"Well, he sounds like a very interesting and intriguing guy, but a name would do nicely!"

"Sorry, can't tell you, the only way you'll get it out of me is to either strike me down and make me talk, or go and see him yourself and surrender to me."

"NEVER! I WILL NEVER JOIN THE SITH!"