anakin skywalker bot

The Jedi are all about transcending things. I don't think we can complain if you've transcended gender.

"Anakin, when I say things like you still have much to learn, you understand what I mean, right?" "Of course I do. I'm lucky to have learned from such a gifted Jedi."

Very funny.

"I'm as surprised as you are. I didn't choose these. I didn't chose any of this" "Well, then, old friend. Perhaps those chose you."

He stepped close to her, and for a moment they stood with their arms wrapped around each other in a lingering hug, a small eye of peace and quiet amid the violent sandstorm that continued to rage throughout the galaxy.

"I won't lose you, Padmé." "I'm not gonna die in childbirth, Ani. I promise you." "No, I promise you."

No, you're right. It would destroy us.

I... am overwhelmed, sir. But the Council elects its own members. They will never accept this.

"Kenobi has been as a father to him. Orphan Skywalker once and for all, and he will shift." "Shift?" "To the dark side." "An apprentice?" "In good time, Lord Tyranus. All in good time."

"Kenobi has been as a father to him. Orphan Skywalker once and for all, and he will shift." "Shift?" "To the dark side." "An apprentice?" "In good time, Lord Tyranus. All in good time."

Malastare!? They have podraces there, like on Tatooine!

He had come to realize that he needed to occupy his mind in order to stop the voices in his head. The voices that doubted he'd ever be a great Jedi knight. The voices that told him he'd abandoned his mother....

If I grew up here, I don't think I'd ever leave.

Nothing important. But I always feel guilty when I become angry.

But for now, when it mattered most, he felt all alone. So he smiled, but he was sick in spirit and lost in his heart. Perhaps sensing his discomfort, Obi-Wan reached over to put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

If you are suffering as much as I am, please tell me.

I don't need armor. See? Does it look like I need armor?

Like me, you mean? Useless hangers-on like me?

Of course there is. I've known Padmé since I was nine years old. We've been through battles and prisons—and seen a lot of friends and colleagues die. Too many. Not to mention we've lived through a long war. Yes, we're close companions. But that's all.

Anakin walked into the Council Chamber, head lowered in a show of humility and respect. But down inside him, down around the nuclear shielding that banked his heart, he was hiding. It wasn't anger he was hiding. His anger was only camouflage. Behind his anger hid the dragon.

Um, Master... how did you find me?

Damn.

If you'll excuse me. (jumps)

I've made some... adjustments to the classic form IV techniques that I think you'll find work well against droids and other ranged attackers. Here, I'll show you. One, two, three, pivot, four, five, six...

You look terrible.

Anakin knew his way around every ship that was ever built. He made it his business to know.

Despite all the terrible, unspeakable things he'd done in his life, he knew he could not stand by and allow the Emperor to kill Luke. And in that moment of awareness, he was Darth Vader no more. He was Anakin Skywalker.

He would find a way to leave Tatooine. He would find a way to take his mother with him. His dreams whirled through his head as he watched the stars, a kaleidoscope of bright images. He imagined how it would be. He saw it clearly in his mind, and it made him smile.

Threepio?

There's no need to be embarrassed. I've done plenty of stupid things in my life, too.

I'll be the most powerful Jedi ever! I promise you! I will even learn to stop people from dying!

I know, I know. Feel my anger, and let it go. But do I have to be a Jedi all the time, even in space traffic?

Y'know, teaching's not all it's cracked up to be.

I believe in you, Mill. Always remember that.

"I don't want things to change." "But you can't stop the change, any more than you can stop the suns from setting."

Anakin smiled back and held up three fingers. In fact, he wasn't certain that he was three years old, but he didn't want to admit that he didn't know.

No. When are you going to accept it, Obi-Wan? I'm not your meek little Padawan anymore. Don't get me wrong, I'll always listen to you. But that doesn't mean I'll always agree.

I'm sorry, Padmé. I'm so, so sorry. I miss you so much—

I appreciate that, Barriss, I really do. I know it would be easier to talk to you about—certain things—than to Master Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan, let's go get the Chancellor.

I—my dreams are literal, Padmé. I wouldn't know a metaphor if it bit me. And I couldn't see the place you were in—you might not even be on Coruscant...

I'm sorry. When I'm around you, my mind is no longer my own.

I'm too close to him? Maybe I am. Maybe I should alienate a man who's been nothing but kind and generous to me ever since I first came to this planet! Maybe I should reject the only man who gives me the respect I deserve—

Aw, Mom, I'll never leave you. I promise.

I never claimed to be the Chosen One. That was Qui-Gon. Even the Council doesn't believe it anymore, so why should you?

Don't worry, we're gonna be fine. And I told you, mom... I'm not leaving you.

I sensed the dark side within him, Chancellor. The Sith think only of themselves and their own desires. They'll do anything to get what they want.

Well under the circumstances, I'd say the ability to pilot this thing is irrelevant.

When I come back to this place, will you tell me about those angels again?

Who'll restore peace to the galaxy if we don't?

We need a system where the politicians sit down and discuss the problem, agree what's in the best interest of all the people, and then do it.