( EU ) Write a synopsis for your ideal version of the Star Wars Prequels

My synopsis of the ideal Prequel movies. 
 
 Not saying I did n't like the prequels, but I did n't like the prequels. The CGI was sexy though. 
 
 I know this is n't exactly... synopsis. But it does n't detract anything from Ep. IV V and VI this way. 
 
 ( Edit: I'm bad at formatting. ) 
 ( Edit Moar: I'll write the full version of Episode I if it's accepted well. If not, I'll hide in my hole of shame. ) 
 
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 Episode IV 
 
 Act I. 
 
 Scene I. 
 
 Shmi caressed his form, ever indulgent of his embrace. His long, royal hair swept across his plain robes, the 
 
 tatooine winds dying down for just one moment of peace between the two. They parted themslves from each other and 
 
 strode back to Shmi's home adjacent the trade district. Qui-Gon's lightsaber hilt briefly flashing betwixt the half- 
 
 gales. 
 
 `` It's been some time.'' Said Qui-Gon Jinn. 
 
 `` But time worth waiting.'' 
 
 The force was strong with them, and Qui-Gon knew it well. He closed Shmi's door behind them, and gestured to Shmi's 
 
 belly. 
 
 `` How much longer until...?'' 
 
 She sat, next to a simple table, on a simple chair. The weight of this moment crushing. Six months is a long time to 
 
 be without one's lover. 
 
 `` Eight months, two weeks. Gardulla gave me time to birth.'' 
 
 `` It's almost time, then.'' 
 
 Qui-Gon sat with her, and was with her for some time. The will of the council, and the Jedi Code, could wait. 
 
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 Scene II 
 
 Anakin sprung towards his father, the Shuttle's plasteel doors barely opened to the harsh desert winds. 
 
 `` FATHER~!'' 
 
 `` Hahaha! It is good to see you too little one.'' 
 
 The landing strip cleared quickly, as the foreboding desert sand clouds whipped ever closer. Anakin Tugged on his 
 
 father's sleeve, pointing to the starport's Pod-Racing viewing station. 
 
 `` They're just about to start! We need to go see them! Sebulba's going to be racing this time.'' 
 
 `` I suppose I have little repast given the storms. Where's your mother?'' 
 
 `` Oh she's at home... She says to hurry back. But, I do n't think we can! Haha!'' 
 
 Qui-Gon allowed himself to be led to the small bar, always amused by the hefty bustle at the starport. Eisley lacked 
 
 nothing, save showers. The race was fairly usual, two deaths and Sebulba's over-zealous and often hasty cheating 
 
 resulted in his wrecking the two dead pilot's Pods, a tusken camp, and part of the lower stadium. 
 
 `` I'd like to race there, some day.'' Anakin leapt up onto the viewscreen's ledge, glued to the sport. 
 
 `` I'm sure you would, I'm sure you would.'' Qui-Gon smiled, and settled into one of the hard durasteel steels, to wait 
 
 the storm's duration. 
 
 -- -- -- - 
 
 Anakin jogged down the narrow gritty street with his father long strides. His youth led him to exciting, fervourous 
 
 fascinations, and Qui-Gon was content to let him revel in them. Anakin's voice streamed miles a minute, but that did 
 
 not mask the odd silence of the last street to Shmi's home. Qui-gon slowed his pace, and Anakin plowed into him. 
 
 `` What? Why are we stopping here? You have n't forgotten where we live, have you? Hahaha! Your long business trips 
 
 seem to have confused you, father.'' 
 
 For the first time in eight years, Qui-Gon Jinn felt dread. More than feeling dread, he felt the force. 
 
 Qui-Gon slowly crept up to Shmi's home, furtively glancing about. He gathered Anakin behind him, and silenced him 
 
 with a finger to his lips. Qui-Gon tapped the door panel, and it dully dinged as it recognized his fingerprint. The 
 
 door slid open, to a hallway littered with droid components, coats on a rack draped barely on the rack, and more so 
 
 over the droids. A normal sight, thought Qui-Gon. What did he feel in the alley? 
 
 Then he rounded the corner into the kitchen, and his heart lept to his throat, as his stomach sank to his knees. 
 
 `` We've been looking for you.'' 
 
 Shmi sat silently, quivering at the corner of the table. The Two Jedi motioned at the door, and it closed with a 
 
 soft hiss. 
 
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 Scene III 
 
 Yoda was the last to waddle in, concern spread across his grisled face. As he lept into his seat, Mace Windu stood 
 
 and levelled a finger at Qui-Gon. 
 
 `` You have violated the will of the Council and the Jedi Code. Why?'' 
 
 Qui-Gon considered for a measure of time, and gathered his robes about him. With a diploamtic flourish he said: 
 
 `` Peace is no more tainted by passion than harmony requires chaos.'' 
 
 Master Ki also stood, his brow furrowed as it always was. 
 
 `` We have a responsibility to the peace of those we serve; you have violated that peace.'' 
 
 Qui-Gon snorted, and levelled his gaze at the Cerean. 
 
 `` Implying we have no responsibility to ourselves.'' 
 
 Shaak Ti leaned back in her cushions and sighed audibly, and lengthily. That had always gotten the two men to 
 
 listen. 
 
 `` Our order has always tried repression to control the urges of nature, and the dark side. And now one of our 
 
 greatest masters has decided that our dark side will be his side... What has it come to when the love of a man is 
 
 condemned for our own comforts?'' 
 
 Plo-Koon rumbled behind his mask, gesturing at Ki. 
 
 `` And you're an official on the matter? This very council granted you seven daughters and YOU'RE the one quoting 
 
 peace in the face of the Code for matters of love?'' 
 
 The only other master physically in attendance, Yoda, waved his hand and they all sat, and quieted. 
 
 `` Violated our code, you have. Mm. To do, something are we.'' Yoda paused, stroking his chin thoughtfully, staring up 
 
 at Qui-Gon, who was still standing with his robes pulled taught with tension. 
 
 `` A change to you, made, or the code must be. The Naboo's concerns for the Trade Federation, more distraught are 
 
 they. Chose you have, Mm.... a poor eight years to be away.'' 
 
 Mace grunted, and gestured with an open hand. 
 
 `` We're to give him back his lightsaber for the sake of peace, then? Just like that we throw away our tenets!?'' His 
 
 low rumble of a voice and disposition washed over the room as he could not keep the force from billowing from the 
 
 turgid words. 
 
 `` Nothing more is there to do. Help the Naboo, we can not, if stay true to our code, we do.'' 
 
 Kit Fisto's wide, ever-blinking eyes shifted across the holographic light in his seat. His voiced sounded tinny 
 
 across subspace. 
 
 `` The eve of war is no time to be making policy changes.'' 
 
 `` An alternative, have you?'' 
 
 Shaak Ti slowly gathered her white and red robes, and stood artfully; with the same almost menacing diplomatic 
 
 gesture Qui-Gon had begun with. She gestured towards the masters assembled. 
 
 `` Look at what we do. We have all suffered deaths, and the proposition of one man's falling out with our code keeps 
 
 us from saving more lives. We are disgraced by this man's silence.'' 
 
 Shaak Ti's memories of Sun Fe burning sharply in her mind's eye, and she too felt the force ripple to the minds of 
 
 the gathered masters. 
 
 Qui-Gon stood among them, terrified, and eager. The sheer power in this room would strip him of the force as 
 
 easily as it would restore his knighthood; just as it would consume itself as easily as preserve what it could, of 
 
 the peace. 
 
 Yoda quieted the room of the force, gently waving. 
 
 `` One man's deviancy, a stir has caused.... mm. Returned, has a prodigal Jedi.''
