SCRIPT 1

PAN DOWN to reveal a small space cruiser heading TOWARD CAMARA at great speed. PAN with the cruiser as it heads toward the beautiful green planet of Naboo, which is surrounded by hundreds of trade federation battleships.

INT. REPUBLIC CRUISER-COCKPIT

In the cockpit of the cruiser, the CAPTAIN and the PILOT maneuver closer to one of the battleships.

QUI-GON: (off screen voice) Captain.

The CAPTAIN turns to an unseen figure sitting behind her.

CAPTAIN: Yes, sir?

QUI-GON: (V.O) Tell them we wish to board at once.

CAPTAIN: Yes, sir.

The CAPTAIN looks to her viewscreen, where NUTE GUNRAY, a Neimoidian trade viceroy, waits for a reply.

CAPTAIN: (Cont'd) With all due respect for the Trade Federation, the Ambassadors for the Supreme Chancellor wish to board immediately.

NUTE: Yes, yes, of course . . . ahhh . . . as you know, our blockade is perfectly legal, and we'd be happy to recieve the Ambassador . . . Happy to.

The screen goes black. Out the cockpit window, the sinister battleship looms ever closer.

EXT. FEDERATION BATTLESHIP-DOCKING BAY-SPACE (FX)

The small space cruiser docks in the enormous main bay of the Federation battleship.

INT. FEDERATION BATTLESHIP-DOCKING BAY-SPACE

A PROTOCOL DROID, TC-14, waits at the door to the docking bay. Two WORKER DROIDS, PK-4 and EG-9 watch.

PK-4: They must be important if the Viceroy sent one of those useless protocol gearheads to great them.

The door opens, and the Republic cruiser can be seen in the docking bay. Two darkly robed figures are greated by TC-14.

TC-14: I'm TC-14 at your service. This way please.

They move off down the hallway.

EG-9: A Republic cruiser! That's trouble . . . don't you think?

PK-4: I'm not made to think.

INT. FEDERATION BATTLESHIP-CONFERENCE ROOM

A door slides open, and the two cloaked shapes are led PAST CAMARA into the formal conference room by TC-14.

TC-14: I hope your honered sirs will be most confortable here. My master will be with you shortly.

The droid bows before OBI-WAN KENOBI and QUI-GON JINN. He backs out the door and it closes. The JEDI lower their hoods and look out a large window at the lush green planet of Naboo. QUI-GON, sixty years old, has very long white hair in a ponytail. He is tall and striking, with blue eyes. OBI-WAN is twenty-five, with very short brown hair, pale skin, and blue eyes. Several exotic, bird-like creatures SING in a cage near the door.

OBI-WAN: I have a bad feeling about this.

QUI-GON: I don't sense anything.

OBI-WAN: It's not about the mission, Master, it's somthing . . . elsewhere . . . elusive . . .

QUI-GON: Don't centre on your anxiety, Obi-Wan. Keep your concentration here and now where it belongs.

OBI-WAN: Master Yoda says I should be mindful of the future. . .

QUI-GON: . . . but not at the expense of the moment. Be mindful of the living Force, my young Padawan.

OBI-WAN: Yes, Master . . . How do you think this trade viceroy will deal with the Chancellor's demands?

QUI-GON: These Federation types are cowards. The negotiations will be short.

INT. FEDERATION BATTLESHIP-BRIDGE

NUTE GUNRAY and DAULTAY DOFINE stand, stunned, before TC-14.

NUTE: (shaken) What?!? What did you say?

TC-14: The AMbassadors are Jedi Knights, I believe.

DOFINE: I knew it! They were sent to force a settlement, eh. Blind me, we're done for!

NUTE: Stay calm! I'll wager the senate isn't aware of the Supreme Chancellor's moves. Go. Distract them until I can contact Lord Sidious.

DOFINE: Are you brain dead? I'm not going in there with two Jedi! Send in the droid.

DOFINE turns to TC-14, who lets out a squeaky sigh.

INT. FEDERATION BATTLESHIP-CONFERENCE ROOM

QUI-GON and OBI-WAN sit at the large conference table.

OBI-WAN: Is it their nature to make us wait this long?

The door to the conference room slides open, and TC-14 enters with a tray of drinks and food.

QUI-GON: No . . . I sense an unusual amount of fear for something as trivial as a trade dispute.

OBI-WAN takes a drink.

INT. FEDERATION BATTLESHIP-BRIDGE

NUTE, DOFINE, and RUNE HAAKO are before the hologram of DARTH SIDIOUS, a robed figure whose face is obscured by a hood.

DOFINE: . . . This scheme of yours has failed, Lord Sidious. The blockade is finished! We dare not go against these Jedi.

DARTH SIDIOUS: You seem more worried about the Jedi than you are of me, Dofine. I am amused . . . Viceroy!

NUTE looking very nervous, steps forward.

NUTE: Yes, My Lord.

DARTH SIDIOUS: I don't want that stunted slime in my sight again . . . do you understand?

NUTE: Yes, My Lord.

NUTE gives DOFINE a fierce look, and DOFINE, terrified, rushes off the bridge.

DARTH SIDIOUS: This turn of events is unfortunate. We must accelerate our plans, Viceroy. Begin landing your troops.

NUTE: Ahhh, My Lord, is that . . . legal?

DARTH SIDIOUS: I will make it legal.

NUTE: And the . . . Jedi??

DARTH SIDIOUS: The chancellor should never have brought them into this. Kill them, immediately.

NUTE: Ye . . . yes, My Lord. As you wish.

INT. REPUBLIC CRUISER-COCKPIT-DOCKING BAY

In the cockpit of the cruiser, the CAPTAIN and PILOT look up and see a gun turret swing around and point directly at them.

PILOT: Captain!? Look!!

CAPTAIN: No! Warn . . .

EXT. FEDERATION BATTLESHIP-HANGER BAY-SPACE (FX)

The battleship gun fires. The republic cruiser EXPLODES.

INT. FEDERATION BATTLESHIP-CONFERENCE ROOM

QUI-GON and OBI-WAN leap to a standing positon with their laser sords drawn. TC-14 jumps back. startled, spilling the drinks on its tray.

TC-14: Ahhh . . . Sorry, sir. The Viceroy . . .

QUI-GON and OBI-WAN turn of their swords and listen intently. A faint hiss sound can be heard.

QUI-GON: Gas!

QUI-GON and OBI-WAN each take a sudden deep breath and hold it. The exotic bird-like creatures in the cage drop dead.

INT. FEDERATION BATTLESHIP-HALLWAY

A hologram of NUTE, surrounded by BATTLE DROIDS, appears in the conference room hallway.

NUTE: They must be dead by now, Blast what's left of them.

The hologram fades off, as a BATTLE DROID, OWO-1, cautiously opens the door. A deadly green cloud billows from the room. BATTLE DROIDS cock their weapons as a figure stumbles out of the smoke. It is TC-14, carrying the tray of drinks.

TC-14: Oh, excuse me, so sorry.

The PROTOCOL DROID passes the armed camp just as two flashing laser swords fly out of the deadly fog, cutting down several BATTLE DROIDS before they can return fire.

INT. FEDERATION BATTLESHIP-BRIDGE

The bridge is a cacophony of alarms. NUTE and RUNE watch watch OWO-1 on the view screen.

OWO-1: . . . Not sure exactly what . . .

OWO-1 is suddenly cut in half in mis-sentence. RUNE gives NUTE a worried look.

NUTE: What in blazes is going on down there?

RUNE: Have you ever encountered a Jedi Knight before, sir?

NUTE: Well, not exactly, but I, don't . . . (panicked) Seal off the bridge . . .

RUNE: That won't be enough, sir.

The doors to the bridge SLAM shut.

NUTE: I want destroyer droids up here at once!!!

RUNE: We will not survive this.

INT. FEDERATION BATTLESHIP-HALLWAY-OUTSIDE BRIDGE

QUI-GON cuts several BATTLE DROIDS in half, creating a shower of sparks and metal parts. OBI-WAN raises his hand, sending several BATTLE DROIDS crashing into the wall.

QUI-GON makes his way to the bridge door and begins to cut through it.

INT. FEDERATION BATTLESHIP-BRIDGE

The CREW is very nervous as sparks start flying around the bridge door. QUI-GON and OBI-WAN are on the view screen.

NUTE: Close the blast doors!!

The huge, very thick blast door slams shut, followed by a second door then a third. There is a hissing sound as the huge doors seal shut. QUI-GON stabs the door with his sword. The screens go black as a red spot appears in the centre of the blast door.

RUNE: . . . They're coming through!

On the door, chunks of molten metal metal began to drop away.

NUTE: Impossible!! This is impossible!!

RUNE: Where are those destroyer droids?!

INT. FEDERATION BATTLESHIP-HALLWAY-OUTSIDE BRIDGE

Ten ugly destroyer WHEEL DROIDS roll down the hallway at full speed. Just before they get to the bridge area, they stop and transform into their battle configuration. QUI-GON can't see them but senses their presence.

QUI-GON: Destroyer droids!

OBI-WAN: Offhand, I'd say this mission is past the negotiation stage.

The WHEEL DROIDS, led by P-59, rush the entry area from three hallways, blading away with their laser guns. They stop firing and stand in a semi-circle as the smoke clears. OBI-WAN and QUI-GON are nowhere to be seen.

P-59: Switch to bio . . . There they are!

The Jedi materialize at the far end of th hallway and and dash through a doorway that slams shut. The WHEEL DROIDS blast away at the two JEDI with their laser swords.

OBI-WAN: They have shield gererators!

QUI-GON: It's a standoff! Let's go!

INT. FEDERATION BATTLESHIP-BRIDGE

NUTE and RUNE stand on the bridge, watching the view screen as the WHEEL DROIDS' POV speeds to the doorway.

RUNE: We have them on the run, sir . . . they're no match for destroyer droids.

TEY HOW: Sir, they've gone up the ventilation shaft.

INT. FEDERATION BATTLESHIP-MAIN BAY

QUI-GON and OBI-WAN appear at a large vent in a giant hanger bay. They are careful not to be seen. Thousands of BATTLE DROIDS are loading onto land craft.

QUI-GON: Battle droids.

OBI-WAN: It's an invasion army.

QUI-GON: It's an odd play for the Trade Federation. We've got to warn the Naboo and contact Chancellor Valorum. Let's split up. Stow aboard separate ships and meet down on the planet.

OBI-WAN: You, were right about one thing, Master. The negotiations were short.

INT. FEDERATION BATTLESHIP-BRIDGE

TEY HOW recieves a transmission.

TEY HOW: Sir, a transmission from the planet.

RUNE: It's Queen Amidala herself.

NUTE: At last, we're getting results.

On her view screen, QUEEN AMIDALA appears in her throne room. Wearing her elaborate headdress and robes , she sits, surrounded by the GOVERNING COUNCIL and FOUR HANDMAIDENS, EIRTAÉ, YANÉ, RABÉ, and SACHÉ.

NUTE: (Cont'd) Again you come before me, Your Highness. The Federation is pleased.

AMIDALA: You will not be so pleased when you here what I have to say, Viceroy . . . Your trade boycott of our planet has ended.

NUTE smirks at RUNE.

NUTE: I was not aware of such a failure.

AMIDALA: I have word that the Senate is finally voting on this blockade of yours.

NUTE: I take it you know the outcome. I wondered why they bothered to vote.

AMIDALA: Enough of this pretense, Viceroy! I'm aware the Chancellor's Ambassadors are with you now, and that you have been commanded to reach a settlement.

NUTE: I know nothing about any Ambassadors . . . you must be mistaken.

AMIDALA, surprised at his reaction, studies him carefully.

AMIDALA: Beware, Viceroy . . . the Federation is going too far this time.

NUTE: Your Highness, we would never do anything without the approval of the Senate. You assume too much.

AMIDALA: We will see.

The QUEEN fades off, and the view screen goes black.

RUNE: She's right, the Senate will never . . .

NUTE: It's too late now.

RUNE: Do you think she suspects an attack.

NUTE: I don't know, but we must move quickly to disrupt all communications down there.