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Star Wars Reconstructed: Episode I – The Rising Force (A Screenplay)

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Here I go again — another Star Wars prequel rewrite. My last several attempts were all abortive, but hey, maybe fifth time's the charm?

This time I won't be doing it in the form of a trilogy. I feel there's just too much story to comfortably fit inside three episodes. George Lucas briefly toyed with the idea of a 12-episode saga, with five episodes covering the prequel era:

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So my new rewrite's gonna take the form of a pentalogy. Episode I will be the prelude, loosely based on TPM & the rough/first drafts of ANH, with Ben Lars (Obi-Wan Kenobi) as the main character; Episode II-IV will be the Tragedy of Darth Vader, a reworking of my previous PT rewrite; Episode V will be the interlude bridging the Tragedy of Darth Vader and the Adventures of Luke Skywalker, set during the Great Jedi Purge.

There are four objectives I plan on keeping to:

  1. Preserve the surprises of the OT. Yoda won't appear in person; Obi-Wan will have a second apprentice named Darth Vader; it won't be revealed that Luke has a twin sister; etc.
  2. Preserve continuity with the pre-1999 Expanded Universe. Ben and Owen Lars are brothers; the Clone Wars were, in part, fought with the Republic/Jedi on one side and clones/Mandalorians on the other; Palpatine isn't a Sith; the Jedi are allowed to have romantic partners and children; etc.
  3. Incorporate George Lucas' early ideas from story conferences/interviews. Alderaan was the capital of an entire populated system; the Force is a mental discipline anyone can tap into; etc.
  4. Use Mike Ruso's ground rules for an alternate prequel trilogy as guidelines.
 
EXT. SPACE

TITLE CARD: A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away….

STAR WARS

Episode I

THE RISING FORCE

After the Light and Darkness War, the Galaxy was at peace, ruled by the glorious REPUBLIC and protected by the noble and wise JEDI KNIGHTS. But after a thousand years, corruption has infected the Republic. More and more senators, seduced by power and wealth, have allied themselves with special interests. The Republic is crumbling.

Infuriated at the recent spike of piracy across the Expansion Region, Mid Rim, and Outer Rim Territories, several hundred worlds have signed the Treaty of Concordance with the AXIS OF SPAARTI, an isolationist faction that successfully seceded from the Republic with cloned soldiers.

With massive cloning repositories and several leading shipbuilders and armament manufacturers at their disposal, the Concordance hopes to sweep across the Galaxy with its forces to overthrow and replace the corrupt Republic….

TILT DOWN

To the planet Jhantor, a world blanketed in cloud.

EXT. JHANTOR — CLOUD SEA — DAY

There's a break in the topmost layer of yellow oxide cloud, revealing Granicus, the capital of Jhantor. The magnificent gleaming city's perched, mushroom-like, on a tall spire, which disappears deep into the misty surface of the planet. The tranquility of this nebulous idyll's broken by the wail of ion engines. Fourteen Short-Range Attack Fighters burst from a cumulus range, flying in tight formation, sunlight glinting off their solar panels. Banking steeply, they head toward the capital city.

EXT. GRANICUS — PLAZA OF THE DADERS — DAY

On a large, austere platform stands COS DASHIT, Atha Prime of the Supreme Synod and leader of the Axis of Spaarti. A man with a white mustache hanging over his lip, adorned in a pearlescent cloak and red robes, he possesses four fingers on each hand and milky white eyes, marking him as an Arkanian. Standing at rigid attention on his right are several generals, dressed in the white-&-gray uniform of the realm. Five lower-ranking athas sit off to the side. The glass canyon of the Plaza's filled with a hundred rows of assembled civilian supporters.

They all gaze skyward as the fourteen SRAFs scream overhead in an impressive barrel-roll maneuver. As the sound of the fightercraft resonates through the Plaza, a light wind blows the great gold-&-black banner of the Axis, creating a subtle flapping sound. The atha's amplified voice cuts through the quiet, drawing the crowd's attention back to him.

DASHIT

The Galactic Republic is dead. Ruthless socialists, driven by greed and the lust for power, have replaced enlightenment with oppression, and free trade with "rule by the people". The Republic is crumbling into barbarism throughout its million worlds. (beat) But from the celestial equator to the farthest reaches of the Great Rift, seventy sectors have united with us in a common war against the tyranny of our foe.

To the rear of the Plaza, watching the spectacle over the shoulder of an enraptured partisan, stands SEIG OXUS, a tall blond man in his twenties. He seems interested in what the atha has to say, but keeps furtively glancing around as if someone were following him.
DASHIT

(cont'd) Upon this war depends the survival of the noble races of the Galaxy. Upon this war depends the life and long continuity of our civilization. Not since the No-Space Conflict has our destiny been placed in such a balance. This is to be the most magnificent campaign of all! You have never been called without doing something to be remembered, something notable and striking. This is the first frontier and foundation stone in the great wall of our new Concordance; I can't but consider it as an epoch in history.

Dashit's speech at a close, the crowd cheers. Oxus moves quickly away from the Plaza, passing through several check stations, where he's forced to show his identification.

INT. NIGHTCLUB

Oxus walks into the transparisteel-&-chromium splendour of one of Granicus' famous nightclubs. Moving to the long mirrored bar, he sits next to a rough-looking Bothan male in a fur-lined jacket and gold jewellery, BOMOJE ESPAA.

OXUS

Your glass is empty.

Oxus activates a small intercom set in the bar counter.
OXUS

(into intercom) A dantic and…

He looks in Espaa's glass. The Bothan shakes his head.
OXUS

(cont'd) Just a dantic, then. (beat) Espaa, it's not like you to refuse a drink. You're going to give the Trade Federation a bad name.

An aperture opens in the counter in front of Oxus, a drink rising from it. Oxus activates a signal jammer hidden in one of his cuff links.

INT. NIGHTCLUB/BAR OBSERVATION CENTRE

A cyborg controller sits in front of a row of monitors, observing the nightclub patrons, eavesdropping on their conversations. As the camera/microphone on Oxus and Espaa go dead, they manipulate a few controls on their console to no avail.

INT. NIGHTCLUB

Espaa leans in close to Oxus.

ESPAA

Seig, we've got problems. They've just grounded all spacecraft, including Federation freighters. Even the ships under Axis registry can't move. Something big is up.

OXUS

Isn't anything moving?

ESPAA

Military ships, but—

OXUS

I'm afraid they're already moving against the Republic. I've got to get word back.

They're interrupted by the arrival of several policemen. Each of the policemen's an identical clone, distinguished only by rank insignia. Giving Espaa a desperate look, Oxus tensely but coolly leaves the bar for a route of escape as the clones rush to block the exits and check the clientele for ID. Espaa takes Oxus' abandoned drink, gripping the glass tightly.

EXT. SPACE — ALDERAAN

Throneworld of an old, wealthy frontier kingdom, Alderaan's a gorgeous green-&-turquoise terrestrial planet. This beauty's offset by the massive ring-shaped battle station encircling the planet.

EXT. ALDERAAN — ALDERA — DAY

Situated upon a large island on a lake, bordered by snow-capped mountains, is picturesque Aldera, Alderaan's capital city. Pristine white Art Deco domes and spires rise from the ground, co-existing in perfect balance with the surrounding natural terrain.

EXT. ALDERA ROYAL PALACE/PALACE GARDENS — DAY

In a large courtyard we find BEN LARS. A lean nineteen-year-old with fair skin and blue eyes, dark brown hair cropped short save for a single long braid worn behind his right ear, he's dressed in a militaristic double-breasted black jumpsuit and jackboots — the customary uniform of a Jedi apprentice. He stands, hands held behind him, surrounded by intricately arranged flower-&-fern beds, though his thoughts aren't on the lovely flora.

Someone enters the gardens. Approaching Ben from behind, he stops, keeping a respective distance between them. Ben turns to face the newcomer. He's a tall, powerfully built man, fifty-two years old, with a trimmed, graying beard and long hair worn back in a half-ponytail. He's dressed similarly to Ben, though in addition he wears a long black robe/tabard over his jumpsuit. This' the Jedi master QUI-GON JINN, Ben's instructor.

BEN

I was beginning to think you weren't coming (bowing) master.

Reaching to his belt, Qui-Gon unclips his lightsaber.
QUI-GON

Let's begin.

Bringing the metal hilt to bear, he manipulates the activation plate set above the handgrip. With a snap-hiss, a laser beam shoots out, freezing to form a pulsating blue-white blade 0.91 metres in length. Taking his own lightsaber from his belt, Ben engages a blade identical in hue and length. Saluting, the two Jedi enter battle stance.

They circle, sizing each other up. Qui-Gon strikes, bringing his blade down on Ben. Ben parries the blow then ripostes; Qui-Gon dodges the counterattack. They circle again. This time Ben strikes. Pressing the attack, he drives Qui-Gon back, but fails to penetrate his defenses. Overextending himself, Ben leaves his left forearm vulnerable. Qui-Gon lands a hit.

BEN

OW!

Dialled down to its lowest setting, the lightsaber has no cutting power; it merely smarts. Ben leaps back, shaking his stinging arm.
QUI-GON

I should never have landed that blow.

The worst of the pain gone, Ben grips his lightsaber with both hands again.
QUI-GON

(cont'd) I sense an unusual amount of unease here for something as trivial as routine negotiations.

BEN

It's not about the negotiations, Qui-Gon. It's something … elsewhere … elusive.

QUI-GON

Don't centre on your anxiety, Ben. Keep your concentration here where it belongs.

BEN

Master Yoda said I should be mindful of the future.

Before that final word has time to linger in the air, Qui-Gon viciously attacks Ben. The apprentice barely manages to block the flurry of brutal strikes. Locking his lightsaber around Ben's, Qui-Gon wrenches the hilt from the boy's grasp, then kicks Ben in the chest, sending him sprawling.
QUI-GON

But not at the expense of the moment. Be mindful of the living Force, my young apprentice.

Deactivating his lightsaber and replacing it on his belt, he offers a hand to Ben. Sitting up, Ben's visibly angry. Biting his tongue, he takes Qui-Gon's hand.
 
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