Star Wars: The Clone Wars Page #7

Thank you, Count Dooku.

This has been a most profitable alliance.

I will contact you when the Huttlet

has been disposed of...

...your high exalted master of the Hutts.

Count Dooku, we have picked up

three life forms crossing the desert.

One is a very young Huttlet.

Skywalker.

We're not alone.

I sense it, too.

It's the dark side of the Force.

Whatever it is, it's coming for the Hutt.

Time to split up.

We'll face it together, Master.

Not this time, Snips. I have a far more

important mission for you.

More important than keeping you alive?

Ahsoka, I need you to

trust me on this one.

What's that?

Don't touch that! Whatever you do,

keep away from it.

Please. I beg you.

Don't turn that on.

Could be dangerous. I better check it out.

At last, you answered!

Oh, I've been so worried.

Wait! Who are you?

You're not Mistress Padm!

I'm being held by Ziro the Hutt!

You're in trouble! I knew it!

Wait, wait!

Surrender the Huttlet or die, Skywalker.

Your training has come a long way, boy.

Now I remember.

This was your home planet, wasn't it?

I sense your strong feelings.

Feelings of pain, loss.

You've failed, Jedi.

I have just killed Jabba's son.

You've fallen for my little trick, Count.

It's nothing but rocks.

The Huttlet is with my Padawan,

safely at Jabba's palace.

I expected such treachery from a Jedi.

I assure you my web is strong enough

to catch your insignificant little Padawan.

She's more skillful than you think.

You deceive yourself!

Look, I have a message

from your Padawan.

After my droids kill Jabba's son...

...they will deliver your Padawan to him

for punishment for the Huttlet's murder.

I can't imagine he will be merciful.

R2!

Three against two?

Stinky, you watch my back!

I thought you liked to play in the sand.

This part of town is definitely

not my kind of town.

You tried to call for help, Senator.

I believe you are too dangerous

to be kept alive.

Killing a Galactic Senator,

here on Coruscant?

Are you out of your mind?

I have powerful friends in the Senate.

I'm not afraid of... Huh?

Is anybody home?

What is that?

- Go, go, go!

- Give it all you got.

Run for it!

Stop, Ziro! Stop right where you are!

Mistress Padm, are you all right?

Was I too late?

Oh, thank the maker! I'm so relieved.

- Should we arrest the Hutt, Senator?

- I had no choice.

Dooku said he'd kill me if I didn't help him

kidnap Jabba's son.

You have to believe me!

I love that Huttlet!

Oh, I believe you.

Master! Over here! Master!

He never listens.

- Where is my Padawan?

- This way.

Your weapon, please.

Okay, stick-tinnies, you're going back

to Dooku in pieces.

This is Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker.

As Count Dooku said...

...your son is not with him.

What? Your son's not here?

Where's Ahsoka?

What have you done with my Padawan?

You came here to kill Jabba.

Mighty Jabba, I came here to negotiate.

Being a Padawan is harder than I thought.

Let's get you home.

You came here to die.

Stop!

You are to be executed immediately.

- What?

- What?

- Does this always happen to you?

- Everywhere I go.

Your Uncle Ziro is contacting us.

Greetings, honorable Jabba.

I am Senator Amidala

of the Galactic Congress.

I have discovered a plot against you

by one of your own.

Your uncle will admit he conspired

with Count Dooku to kidnap your son.

...and frame the Jedi for the crime.

It was Count Dooku!

Ziro will be dealt with

by the Hutt family most severely.

Perhaps now you will allow the Republic

to use your trade routes.

...and hostilities can come to an end.

Jabba agrees. A treaty is in order.

You will not regret this, Jabba.

The clone armies

may move through Jabba's territories.

Senator, you have my undying gratitude.

No, Master Skywalker, it is I,

and the Republic, who owes you thanks.

Jabba would be most appreciative.

...if you bring Dooku to justice

for his crimes against the Hutts.

You can count on it, Jabba.

It is unfortunate, Master.

The Jedi armies will now have

their supply routes to the Outer Rim.

Our fight has become far more difficult.

Allow the Jedi

their small victory, my friend...

...for the engines of this war

turn in our favor.

English - SDH

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