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EXT. SPACE (FX)
TITLE CARD: A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away....
A vast sea of stars serves as the backdrop for the main title, followed by a roll-up, which crawls into infinity.
EPISODE I: THE PHANTOM MENACE
Turmoil has engulfed the Galactic Republic. The taxation of trade routes to outlying star systems is in dispute.
Hoping to resolve the matter with a blockade of deadly battleships, the greedy Trade Federation has stopped all shipping to the small planet of Naboo.
While the Congress of the Republic endlessly debates this alarming chain events, the Supreme Chancellor has secretly dispatched two Jedi Knights, the guardians of peace and justice in the galaxy, to settle the conflict....
PAN DOWN to reveal a small space cruiser heading TOWARD CAMERA 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 view screen, where NUTE GUNRAY, a Neimoidian trade viceroy, waits for reply.
CAPTAIN: (Cont'd) With all due respect for the Trade Federation, the Ambassadors for the Supreme Chancellor wish to board immidiately.
NUTE: Yes, yes, of course...ahh...as you know, our blockade is perfectly legal, and we'd be happy to receive 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 greet them.
The door opens, and the Republic cruiser can be seen in the docking bay. Two darkly robbed figures are greeted 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 CAMERA into the formal conference room by TC-14.
TC-14: I hope your honored sirs will be most comfortable 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.
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