Attack Of The Clones Novel Quotes

Under the dark evening sky, the skyscrapers seemed to become gigantic natural monoliths, and all the super-sized structures that so dominated the city, that so marked Coruscant as a monument to the ingenuity of the reasoning species, seemed somehow the mark of folly, of futile pride striving against the vastness and majesty beyond the grasp of any mortal.

I’m an idiot.

Amidala, Panaka, and about half the troops climbed through; the others, and the Queen’s handmaidens, stayed in the hall to hold off the battle droids. The

The STAR WARS Novels Timeline OLD REPUBLIC 5000–33 YEARS BEFORE STAR WARS: A New Hope Lost Tribe of the Sith* Precipice Skyborn Paragon Savior Purgatory Sentinel 3650 YEARS BEFORE STAR WARS: A New Hope The Old Republic: Deceived Lost Tribe of the Sith* Pantheon Secrets Red Harvest The Old Republic: Fatal Alliance 1032 YEARS BEFORE STAR WARS: A New Hope Knight Errant Darth Bane: Path of Destruction Darth Bane: Rule of Two Darth Bane: Dynasty of Evil RISE OF THE EMPIRE 33–0 YEARS BEFORE STAR WARS: A New Hope Darth Maul: Saboteur* Cloak of Deception Darth Maul: Shadow Hunter 32 YEARS BEFORE STAR WARS: A New Hope STAR WARS: EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace Rogue Planet Outbound Flight The Approaching Storm 22 YEARS BEFORE STAR WARS: A New Hope STAR WARS: EPISODE II: Attack of the Clones 22–19 YEARS BEFORE STAR WARS: A New Hope The Clone Wars The Clone Wars: Wild Space The Clone Wars: No Prisoners Clone Wars Gambit Stealth Siege Republic Commando Hard Contact Triple Zero True Colors Order 66 Shatterpoint The Cestus Deception The Hive* MedStar I: Battle Surgeons MedStar II: Jedi Healer Jedi Trial Yoda: Dark Rendezvous Labyrinth of Evil 19 YEARS BEFORE STAR WARS: A New Hope STAR WARS: EPISODE III: Revenge of the Sith Dark Lord: The Rise of Darth Vader Imperial Commando 501st Coruscant Nights Jedi Twilight Street of Shadows Patterns of Force The

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Chancellor Palpatine broke the silence at last. “Anakin, this afternoon the Senate is going to call on me to take direct control of the Jedi Council.” Anakin’s eyes widened. Obi-Wan had said that the Chancellor would be given new powers, but Anakin hadn’t expected anything like this. “The Jedi will no longer report to the Senate?” he asked, not entirely believing it.

I need your help, son, “ Palpatine said. Did I miss something? “What do you mean?” “I fear the Jedi. The Council keeps pushing for more control. They’re shrouded in secrecy and obsessed with maintaining their autonomy—ideals I find simply incomprehensible in a democracy.

I heard about your appointment, Anakin,” she said. “I’m so proud of you.” To her surprise, his expression darkened. “I may be on the Council,” he said angrily, “but they refused to accept me as a Jedi Master.

As the gunship rose and headed for the Jedi Temple, Obi-Wan frowned. Never before had he heard the other Jedi Masters state their opinion of Anakin so plainly. And he couldn’t keep from wondering… How can Anakin trust us, if we don’t trust him?

Obi-Wan laughed. “Good-bye, old friend. May the Force be with you.” “May the Force be with you,” Anakin echoed. His voice was serious—almost somber. As Obi-Wan walked toward the waiting starcruiser, uneasiness struck him. This is just an ordinary mission, he told himself. I’ll be back in a week or two. If something’s bothering Anakin, we can talk about it then. But for some reason, he felt as if he’d said good-bye to his best friend and former apprentice for the last time.

Chancellor Palpatine, whose Sith name was Darth Sidious, looked calmly at the angry young Jedi with the glowing lightsaber. This was the point toward which all his plots and plans had been heading for many years. “Yes, I am a Sith Lord,” he told Anakin.

General Grievous is an even more reckless driver than Anakin, Obi-Wan observed as his lizard raced through the tunnel city after the general’s wheel scooter.

All that’s left is to notify the Council—and the Chancellor. And then…then we’ll find out the Chancellor’s real intentions.

Palpatine smiled and gestured. Anakin knelt before him, and the words came—the words he had used to pledge to the Jedi, but changed, as he had changed. “I pledge myself to your care,” he said. “To the ways of the Sith.” “Anakin Skywalker, you are one with the Order of the Sith Lords,” Palpatine replied. “Henceforth, you shall be known as…Darth Vader.” “Thank you, my Master.

It hurt Obi-Wan to see black smoke billowing from the Jedi Temple. It hurt more to enter and find clones dressed in Jedi robes, waiting to ambush any real Jedi who came in. But what hurt the most was seeing the bodies of beings he had known and worked with, lying everywhere, and the Padawans and younglings. No one had survived.

Here, in Anakin’s presence, he could feel what the hologram couldn’t show him: the roiling cloud of the dark side that surrounded his former apprentice. It made the coming duty a little—a very little—easier.

You were my brother, Anakin. I loved you.

The Force—dark side as well as light—was generated by living beings, and it took living flesh to manipulate it. Darth Vader would never be able to cast blue Force lightning; that required living hands, not metal ones. And with so much of his body replaced by machinery, he would never come close to the potential he’d had.

The droid brought him to the operating room. A black figure lay on the operating table. Black gloves and boots covered the new mechanical limbs; a mirror shiny black mask hid the scarred face. The table began to tilt, moving the figure to an upright position. There was the sound of breathing. Yes, Darth Sidious thought. He will terrify them. And even if he is not as powerful as I had once hoped, he will still be far more powerful than anyone else.

Shortly after, the Emperor took his new apprentice off to a remote area of the galaxy where construction of a new superweapon was just beginning—a gigantic space station with the power to destroy whole planets with a single laser blast.

As the twin suns began to set, Obi-Wan rode into the Tatooine desert. In his pack, he carried Anakin’s lightsaber. He would keep it, through the long, lonely exile, as a memento and a reminder—until the future day when he could give it to Anakin’s son, Luke Skywalker.

Mace Windu and Yoda exchanged glances. Mace’s lips tightened. Then he put into words the thing all of them had avoided saying. “If the Chancellor does not end this war with the destruction of General Grievous, he must be removed from office.” “Arrested?” Obi-Wan felt cold. They were coming perilously close to treason in even discussing such a possibility. “To a dark place, this line of thought will take us,” Yoda said, echoing his thoughts. “Great care, we must take.” Great care, indeed. But if the Chancellor continued the war, what choice would they have?

The dark side clouds everything,” Yoda said, shaking his head. “Impossible to see, the future is. But this I am sure of—” He opened his eyes. “Do their duty, the Jedi will.

Qui-Gon’s defiance I sense in you,” Yoda said. “Need that, you do not!” He sighed. “Agree, the Council does. Your apprentice, young Skywalker will be.

He gave you strict orders to protect me,” she said, “and I’m going to save Obi-Wan. So if you plan to protect me, you will have to come along.

This was not the best idea I have ever had, Obi-Wan thought as he swung from the droid. But he hadn’t expected it to take off the way it had. He certainly hadn’t expected it to dodge into the heart of the speeder traffic, or to swing in and out in an attempt to get rid of him. Somebody had done a good job programming it.

I have said it many times: You are the most gifted Jedi I have ever met.” Anakin felt a shiver of pleasure at the compliment. It meant even more, coming from the Chancellor. He’s not even a Jedi, and he can see I have talent! “Thank you, your Excellency,” he said. Palpatine smiled, as if he knew how good his praise made Anakin feel. “I see you becoming the greatest of all the Jedi, Anakin. Even more powerful than Master Yoda.

Obi-Wan, promise—” Qui-Gon fought to get the words out. Obi-Wan could feel the effort he was making not to give in to the call of the Force. “Promise me you’ll train the boy.” “Yes, Master.

Shmi tried to smile at him. She whispered, “I love…” and went horribly, finally still. Anakin stared at her numbly. After a moment, he reached over and closed her eyes. The Tusken Raiders did this. Animals, Cliegg called them—they’re worse than animals. They’re…they’re…vicious, mind less, murdering things. I’ll show them! I’ll get them all! Oh, Mom.

Get help!” Palpatine said urgently from behind them. “You’re no match for him. He’s a Sith Lord.” And where do you think we can get help from, Chancellor? Obi-Wan gave Palpatine a reassuring smile. “Our specialty is Sith Lords, Chancellor.

My noble colleagues, I concur with the Supreme Chancellor!” Padmé said as soon as she reached the speaking area. “At all costs, we do not want war!

I don’t like sand. It’s coarse and rough and irritating, and it gets everywhere. Not like here. Here everything is soft…and smooth.” Without thinking, he touched her arm.

Slowly, Obi-Wan nodded, feeling very cold. The only thing you can do with an army is fight a war. But Jedi didn’t fight wars; they worked to keep the peace and the laws of the Republic without fighting. Obi-Wan stared down at the endless lines of clones marching past, wishing Sifo-Dyas were still alive to explain.

You were right about one thing, Master,” Obi-Wan said slyly. “The negotiations were short.

The boy is dangerous,” Obi-Wan told Qui-Gon as they came onto the landing platform. “They all sense it. Why can’t you?” “His fate is uncertain, not dangerous,” Qui-Gon replied with a touch of irritation.

Fear attracts the fearful,” Anakin told him. “He was trying to overcome his fear by squashing you.” The alien stared at him in astonishment. “Be less afraid,” Anakin finished. The tall man gave him a sharp look. Padmé smiled and said, “And that works for you?” “To a point,” Anakin said, returning her smile.

The crowd roared, and Obi-Wan looked up. A small cart was pulling into the arena, and when he saw its passengers, Obi-Wan sighed and closed his eyes momentarily. I knew Anakin was going to do something else harebrained, I just knew it.

I was beginning to wonder if you’d gotten my message,” Obi-Wan said as the guards started out of the arena. “I retransmitted it just as you requested, Master,” Anakin said earnestly. His neck muscles twitched, as if he was trying not to look at Padmé. “Then we decided to come and rescue you.” Obi-Wan glanced up at his chained hands. “Good job!

That’s brave of you, boy,” Dooku said calmly. “But foolish. I would have thought you’d learned your lesson.” “I’m a slow learner,” Anakin said, and charged.

My no know,” Jar Jar replied. He thought for a moment. “Mesa day starten pitty okeyday, witda brisky morning munchen. Den boom—” He pantomimed the giant, headlike troop transport. “Getten berry skeered, un grabben dat Jedi, and before mesa knowen it—pow! Mesa here.” With spaceships shooting and more dangerness than core monsters. And hyperdrive going bad, and maybe booming everybody before wesa getting to planet. He shrugged, unable to put it all into words. “Getten berry berry skeered.

Then, as if he knew what Obi-Wan had been thinking, he added, “Anakin Skywalker, meet Obi-Wan Kenobi.” “Pleased to meet you,” the boy said politely. As he turned to shake hands, he looked straight at Obi-Wan for the first time. His eyes widened. “Wow! You’re a Jedi, too?

And when they find us, they will crush us, grind us into little pieces, then blast us into oblivion,” the second man added with unnecessary emphasis. “Yousa point is well seen,” Jar Jar said with as much dignity as he could manage. “Dis way. Hurry!

I have your approval to proceed then, my lord?” Nute Gunray asked nervously. “Proceed,” said Darth Sidious. His mouth curled into a small smile below his dark hood. “Wipe them out. All of them.

From the moment I met you, all those years ago, a day hasn't gone by when I haven't thought of you. And now that I'm with you again, I'm in agony. The closer I get to you, the worse it gets. The thought of not being with you makes my stomach turn over, my mouth go dry. I feel dizzy! I can't breathe! I'm haunted by the kiss you never should have given me. My heart is beating, hoping that kiss will not become a scar.

Then we’d be living a lie,” Padmé told him gently. “And one we couldn’t keep