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A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away....
EPISODE III: DESTRUCTION FORCE
War! The Republic is crumbling under attacks by the ruthless Sith Lord, Count Dooku.
There are heroes on both sides. Evil is everywhere.
In a stunning move, the fiendish leader, General Grievous, has swept into the Republic capital
and kidnapped Chancellor Palpatine, leader of the Galactic Senate.
As the Separatist Droid Army attempts to flee the besieged capital with their valuable hostage,
two Jedi Knights lead a desperate mission to rescue the captive Chancellor.
Well, three or four. Or perhaps....
- Obi-Wan? - Yes, Anakin?
- Do you remember our last mission? - Hmm... what's with it?
You promised me to command the next one in case I'd be nice.
- You think you deserve it? - Sure. I've been a good boy.
You were not! You allowed the people on that ice planet to turn into fatsoes!
Besides, this is a delicate action. No beardless one can command it.
Hairless one?
Master Windu, how do you breath there?
Don't get at Master Windu. He still has got a better haircut than you have.
- What's wrong with it? - Want a list?
To start, tell me at least one thing you don't like about it.
Last week, you cut down the power with your silly turbo-dryer.
So you didn't see pit droid oil-wrestling once, bah!
- Not just me. Whole half of Coruscant! - But it was Chancellor's fault.
- Do you have any proof? - Security record.
- Where have you got it? - Friendship with Chancellor has its advantages...
I hate gerade count of bubbles...
Whatta?
???
Hey, Binks! Get out of my bath!
Hm, funny.
- Of course, your excellency...
- We have to rescue the Chancellor. - It will be done, Master.
I hope you haven't forgot our snacks.
***...
- What's up, Obi-Wan? - Chmch, I need to scratch myself on the nose...
- So, do it! - I can't. If I release steering, the ship's gonna rave as Gungan in a mixer.
Well, Obi-Wan. If I've been doing all by the book...
Hmm, you're right.
Aaarghhh, what a pleasure!
- Look, Anakin. Vulture Droids. - Common Droid Fighters, Master.
No, these are Vulture Droids. A could recognize them anytime.
And what's the difference?
- Vulture Droids have got characteristic bluish brown tint. - That's a crap!
- Where are they going? - They're stupid...
Yes, they are... They are stupid!
Hmm... I'm thirsty. I'd take a soda.
Someone calling me?
Damn! There's a Droid Fighter behind me!
Have you come to look at the laser-party, buddy?
Wanna some beer?
Sorry. I forgot I'd drunk it.
These droids... They won't get me at all.
Well, they are not so stupid as they look. But they're definitely cranky.
You can identify a proper droid by... Whoops, a ship!
Get out of my ship, you buzztards!
- Thank you, Smarphy. - But they're teasing me instead of you!
I've got a bad feeling about that noise.
Hmm, General Grievoos' starship. What's in there?
- Soda! We've got it under control! Let the ship be! - What, Obi? I cannot hear you...
Soda! Let - the - ship - bee! Soda!
Iii-hooo...
Easy. And now: Force Speed.
That was THE speed, wasn't it?
Hop!
I've been looking forward to this.
- My powers have doubled since the last time we met, Count. - Good. Twice the pride, double the fall.
Dark in here...
Ouch! So, this way...
Ouch! So, that way...
It's really swell. Heat sunflower oil, add onion and bacon, reduce the flame and then watch...
... if it's consistent well!
Uoh!
Thank Force for that sofa here!
What's that noise? Let's have a look.
I can't see any damage... Uoh!
Uoaaah!
***!
***... ***! ***! ***!
- Rescue no.65! - That thing with gundark doesn't count! Anakin saved me!
Hm, my crimp is loosing its' charming style.
And now, why we're here: Yoda's birthday.
Subtitles by ICEWALKER (2007)