Star Wars Episode 3: Revenge of the Jedi
This story is very similar to Matthew Stover's Revenge of the Sith novel, and many parts in the story are also in his book. I say this incase anyone says "You copied his story!" or stuff like that. I simply read his book, enjoyed the way he had beautifully written the novel, and had decided I would try to make this more like his book, rather then the movie. On that note, in this tale it will have situations from the novel that were not in the movie.
Okay before I do anything else, I better explain the story. We all know of how Anakin fell to the dark and become Darth Vader, and of how the Jedi Order killed off the Sith hundreds of years ago. This is basically the Bizarro World of Star Wars. Instead of a Republic, there has been an Empire for thousands of years. Instead of the Jedi, it was the Sith who had exterminated the "evil" Jedi Order years ago. Emperor Obi-Wan Kenobi is the Palpatine of this alternate universe (you'll understand when you read this). Sidious is the "Yoda" of the Sith. And Darth Vader and his rival and mentor Darth Tyranus (Dooku) are the "Anakin and Kenobi" here. So the Galactic Empire, which has stood for over a thousand years, is being attacked by the Rebels, instead of the Separatists, and in the Luke SkyWalker era, vice versa. Some of the stuff is still there, like Anakin and Padme's love, but most of the stuff is changed, like the war being called the Galactic Civil War, instead of the Clone Wars. If you really want to see more, just look down. If not, go finds some other Star Wars fiction which isn't a parody or AU. And on a last note, if this proves to be successful, I may do an Episode 4-6this way, in which the farmer Luke Skywalker struggles to be a Sith Lord like his father, who was "betrayed and murdered" (says old Dooku who lives in a small hut near Luke) by the Jedi Anakin Skywalker. Well, that's that. Enjoy the story, like it or hate it, and sit back and relax. Oh yeah, I don't own, or am affiliated with anything to do with Star Wars. Except for the obsession…Note: I made up some Sith since there were so few.
Star Wars: Episode 3- Revenge of the Jedi
War! The Galactic Empire is crumbling under attacks by the ruthless Jedi Master, Mace Windu. There are heroes on both sides. Evil is everywhere.
In a stunning move, the brilliant droid Rebel leader, General Grievous, has swept into the Empire capital and kidnapped Emperor Kenobi, ruler of the Galactic Empire.
As the Rebel Army attempts to flee the besieged capital with their valuable hostage, two Sith Lords lead a desperate mission to rescue the captive Emperor…
The skies above Coruscant were blazing with fire. Imperial TIE Fighters were darting across the atmosphere, like small flies, shooting small blaster fire at other small flies. The other flies were Rebel Star fighters. Rebel Scum, as the Imperial Storm Troopers liked to call them. But the Imperial Storm Troopers were lucky. They got armor. These thoughts
and more were racing through the mind of Darth Tyranus, Count Dooku, as he piloted his customized TIE Fighter through the waves of Rebel X-Wings coming towards him. He came back to reality quick enough to dodge a flying piece of a Rebel ship coming towards him. A sigh escaped his lips. He hated all the...brute force of flying a Fighter. He only really did this because Vader was doing it. And he couldn't let Vader be even a little more favored by their Master. That wasn't acceptable. Just then, a voice crackled over his comm.
"Come now, Tyranus. Having a little trouble, are we?" came the mocking voice, a voice all too familiar to Dooku. The voice of Darth Vader.
The aging Sith Lord replied angrily.
"And are you having a little trouble minding your own affairs?" answered Dooku, swerving in front of Vader's TIE. He heard his rival's laughter echo through the comm.
"Ah…developed an acid tongue, old man?" mocked the younger Sith.
Tyranus took the time to turn off his comm in frustration, and then zoomed ahead of his companion.
As he heard the comm system turn off, the Dark Lord Darth Vader simply smiled. Dooku was a fool, but he tried to make it look otherwise. Soon Tyranus would be killed by the younger Sith, as soon as their Master allowed it. But Vader didn't like to dwell on Tyranus, so he turned his attention to the battle in front of him. There was a cluster of Rebel star ships ahead, trying feebly to defend the larger ship behind them. And that large ship was none other then that of the General's, the Justice's Hand. On that ship, was the Emperor. And that was Vader's mission right now, to rescue the Emperor. He checked his fighter's bomb supply. He had run out of cluster bombs, but he did have one seismic charge left…that would work. He rammed at full speed towards the enemies, and at the last moment turned out of the way, dropping the bomb in front of the hapless Rebels. He sped away, hearing the gigantic sound behind him. A chuckle breached Vader's usually serious demeanor during battle. He really did enjoy terminating these Rebels. Of course, some of the Empire's Fighters were caught in that blast, but it was a sacrifice he was willing to make. As he made his way across the battle field, the Sith Lord caught up to his companion.
"Tyranus, I'm going to destroy the energy field blocking the docking bay. Prepare for a bumpy landing." commented the Chosen One into his end of the comm system. He barrel rolled left, nearly avoiding some blaster fire from the Justice's Hand, and then zoomed on towards the docking bay.
"You know," came in Dooku's voice, "What happens if you miss?"
Vader grinned. The older Sith always doubted his skills…but this time his doubt was misplaced.
"Never do." replied Vader, concentrating all his fire on the energy box that was keeping the force field running. Dooku headed towards the field, hoping that his counterpart would succeed in time. Just as the Count's ship was about to hit the energy field, there was a huge explosion to his right, and the force field flickered, and then died. Tyranus' ship slammed into the floor of the bay, skidding across its hard metal surface. Count Dooku leapt from the cockpit of his vessel, and landed right into a pile of Rebel droids. Tyranus straightened, and then cut down the droids easily. There came the horrible sound of metal upon metal as Vader also "landed" his TIE Fighter, and soon enough Vader's young figure was next to Dooku, destroying a group of Destroyer Droids that had ventured too close. Tyranus scowled at the ease that Vader moved with.
"Having fun are you?" he asked venomously.
Vader laughed.
"Just another battle, Dooku. No need to be tense." He joked, slicing another droid that made the foolish mistake of thinking it could shoot a Sith. Dooku scowled once more.
"Remember, we're here to rescue the Emperor. Not go on a killing spree." he advised.
Vader gave a grunt of acknowledgement, and then continued his battle. The Rebel droids were highly advanced, but no droid could match the skills of a Sith. Soon, all of the docking bay droids were defeated, and Vader and Tyranus moved over to the exit, hoping to quickly escape from the bay before any more droids arrived. Vader tried typing in a phony password to get it to open, but the result was just a beep. Vader stared at the door, and then called over to his ship.
"Artoo! Get over here you piece of junk!" yelled the Sith.
A small, blue and white astromech droid came out of the ship, giving a low sad "dwooop". It had burn scars on it…suggesting not all of the wounds were from battle. As it approached, Vader growled menacingly and pointed to the door.
"Open. Now."
Artoo rolled over to the door, and went over to a power socket, inserting one of his devices that hacked through doors. In a short while the door was open, making passage for the pair. Vader turned back at his droid, glaring.
"We'll be back with the Emperor soon. Have a ship ready when we get back, or they'll be hell to pay." threatened Darth Vader, as he turned and swept out the door along with Dooku. They walked along the corridor, which was oddly unoccupied. As they came to another door, Tyranus stopped.
"This isn't right. We don't even know where we're going, let alone where Emperor Kenobi is." stated the old Sith. "I think we should go back and get some information off the droid."
Vader shook his head, took out his crimson lightsaber, and plunged it into the door.
"No need, Dooku. The Emperor will be in the General's Quarters, safe and secure. They wouldn't kill a hostage, especially one this valuable, and any guards we find can be dealt with." explained Vader, as the door melted open from the heat of his blade.
His counterpart sighed, going through the mutilated door.
"Sometimes I wish you weren't so precise all the time."
The Justice's Hand rumbled, shaking under blows from Imperial TIE fighters. In the General's Quarters of this ship, a figure stood, his back to the single chair in the room, his back to the man in that chair. This figure was Mace Windu.
Mace Windu, Jedi Master.
He looked outside, at the ships and men and droids being destroyed, and he sighed. His gaze turned to the floor. A comm system echoed through the chamber, relinquishing the peaceful silence.
"Master? Master Windu?"
Mace went to his own comm, replying.
"Copy that, Grievous. What is it you wish?"
"Sir, the Sith are aboard. What shall we do to them?"
The Jedi did not need time to think about this. His Master was clear when giving instructions.
"Grievous? Lead them here, do not kill them. That is an order from Master Obi-Wan."
There was a stunned silence from the other end, then the click that signified the comm turning off. Mace wasn't surprised. Master Obi-Wan was the puppeteer in this huge play. And Obi-Wan was Windu's Master. And that is how it was, for the many years the Jedi had spent in hiding. Only two, was the code, and it was brilliant. First there had been Kid-Adi-Mundi, who had died in a battle with Dooku and the Sith's old apprentice, Darth Maul. Now there was Mace, the better of the two Jedi, faster, stronger…better. But he didn't like to enflate himself, so he walked over to a holo-camera, and watched Dooku and Vader battle some destroyer droids, and then proceed to jump a gap towards a door. He sighed once more.
"It will be very embarrassing to have Sith capture me." He said, seemingly to himself.
A very familiar voice, a voice that had taught him for years, answered his lament.
"You will survive, old friend. You've had worse…besides, all the beings in the galaxy think he is the greatest Sith. You'd be honored…it would be a different matter if you were captured by Darth Brazen, for example!"
Mace chuckled. Whenever he doubted something, his Master would reassure him.
"I suppose," replied Windu, "You're right. It's just…it's so tiring to play the villain for so long. I need a nice, quiet capture."
There was a chuckle, which was rare. Mace's Master almost never laughed these days…what with the war. The war…Mace couldn't wait until its end. When he, along with his Master, would overthrow the Empire, and create a Republic. And the Republic would be fair…all planets get a say in what to do and how to do it. And best of all, there would be peace. For all Mace Windu ever wanted, was peace. And with a Republic, peace would reign, and the Empire's iron fist, the Sith Order, would come back from the dark, and become Jedi Knights. Of course, it would take many years to stabilize the new Republic…but then all would realize that only a true democracy would bring them what they wanted. But he had to deal with the Sith first, before he could move on to greater things. He frowned as he turned back to the camera to see Vader and Tyranus run through halls, being chased by droids. It resembled a comical program on the Holo-Net Mace had watched once. He looked at the figure of Dooku, and then spoke again.
"Master, do you think we could reconsider Dooku? I would think his elegance would be invaluable to the new Republic."
When his Master replied, his voice was as soft as silk.
"Ah yes," spoke Mace's Master, "Dooku. Tyranus. Long you have been interested in him, have you not?"
Mace Windu nodded, a sudden explosion from outside lighting up his dark robe.
"Yes. We were good friends when I was…Sith." Whispered the Jedi.
Again, the silky voice.
"I'm sorry Mace, but it's not possible. We established that on Geonosis. He is too old and committed to the Sith Order. Besides, his death may be the final step in bringing young Vader back."
Mace nodded. He understood that Dooku had fallen too far to return, but he longed to have the friendship they once had. At the mention of Vader, that brought up another thought.
"Master?" he asked slowly, "Are we so sure that Darth Vader is the true one we need?"
The reply that came was a bit deeper then previous.
"Yes, I'm sure. He is extremely powerful."
Master Windu turned off the holo- image, staring at the floor once more.
"Which is exactly why he must be destroyed, Master!" exclaimed Mace.
The silk came back.
"Are you so certain you can?" came the response.
Mace looked taken aback.
"Please," he said, pacing back and forth, "His skill with a saber is weak, his command of the Force pathetic. I could kill him with my eyes closed. The Sith are weak, Master, their teachings are delusional, their teachers even more so. Why if I-" he was cut off.
"How lucky I am," spoke his Master, "To have a Padawan who feels it appropriate to lecture his Master."
Mace bowed slowly, realizing his error.
"I am sorry, Master. I went beyond my boundaries." Apologized Windu, staring out the window. He turned his thoughts away from battle, towards his master's great plan.
The great Darth Vader would capture the evil Jedi Master Mace Windu, earning him more renown throughout the galaxy and becoming the greatest hero the Empire had ever known. But the tragic death of Darth Tyranus, his partner and rival, would add enough sadness to make Vader, on the Holo-Net, announce the formation of a Republic. And the galaxy, who believes anything he says is truth because of his deeds, will accept. Mace wondered how his Master had been able to come up with such a brilliant plan. It was beyond words.
"Mace? Are you alright?" spoke the sound of Mace's Master.
Mace nodded, realizing his eyes had started to water. He wiped them, and then replied.
"I'm sorry Master, but its just…today is the end. The end of decades of your work, the end of the Empire and I find myself…a little overcome." Said Mace Windu, glee in his voice.
"Me too, old friend. But Dooku and Vader are nearly at the door. Play your part, my Padawan, and the galaxy will be at peace."
Windu smiled and for the first time since the start of their discussion looked his Master in the eyes.
Master Obi-Wan, Jedi Master, sat in the General's Chair, shackled to it at the wrist and ankle.
Mace bowed to him.
"May the Force be with you, Emperor."
Kenobi, Emperor of the Galactic Empire, smiled and replied.
"May the Force be with you, my friend. Now leave, they are approaching."
Dooku and Vader ran through the hall, panting heavily. They stopped and looked around to where they came from. But all the pair heard was fire, and electrical malfunctions. Tyranus wiped his brow, stood up, and put his hands on his hips.
"Next time," he growled angrily, "When I say, "be quiet", don't pull out your weapon, run out of the shadows, and slice every droid you see!"
Vader also stood up, and started walking along the hall, yelling back to Dooku.
"What's done is done, old man. Keep your mind in the now." Lectured the Sith.
Tyranus found this infuriating, and ran up to Vader.
"Now wait! You lecturing me? That's a laugh! If you remember correctly, you still have not found these "General's Quarters"! And who's to say the Emperor is in there! He could be back at the docking bay!" exclaimed the Count. Just then Vader stopped, staring wide eyed at the door in front of them. Dooku stopped yelling, and looked at the door as well. Vader spoke, in a hushed voice.
"I believe," he whispered, "We've found our Quarters."
Darth Tyranus stood, then started lecturing Vader again.
"If the Emperor is truly in there, then we must be composed as we enter. Who knows what will be in there, but I don't think Grievous will let him go without a fight. So whe-" He stopped as Vader went over to the door, stuck his red lightsaber blade into it, and walked in. Count Dooku sighed angrily, and hurried over to the door.
"If ignorance was lightsaber skill, he would match the skills of Master Sidious…"