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marching and drilling in formations of several hundred.
LAMA SU: (beaming) Magnificent, aren't they?
OBI-WAN nods slowly.
INTERIOR: TIPOCA CITY, CLONE CENTER, CLASSROOM - DAY
The tour continues through a classroom filled with
IDENTICAL YOUNG BOY CLONES.
LAMA SU: We take great pride in our combat education and
training programs. This group was created about five years
ago.
OBI-WAN: You mentioned growth acceleration...
LAMA SU: Oh yes, it's essential. Otherwise, a mature clone
would take a lifetime to grow. Now, we can do it in half
the time. Those items you saw on the parade ground were
started ten years ago, when Sifo-Dyas first placed the
order, and they're already mature.
INTERIOR: TIPOCA CITY, CLONE CENTER, COMMISSARY - DAY
LAMA SU conducts OBI-WAN through a large eating area. TAUN
WE follows as they walk by HUNDREDS OF CLONES who look
exactly alike, all about twenty years old, dressed in
black. They are seated at tables, eating.
LAMA SU: You'll find they are totally obedient, taking any
order without question. We modified their genetic structure
to make them less independent than the original host.
OBI-WAN: Who was the original host?
LAMA SU: A bounty hunter called Jango Fett. We felt a Jedi
would be the perfect choice, but Sifo-Dyas hand-picked
Jango Fett himself.
OBI-WAN: Where is this bounty hunter now?
LAMA SU: Oh, we keep him here.
INTERIOR: TIPOCA CITY, CLONE CENTER, BARRACKS - DAY
The tour continues through a long corridor filled with
narrow, transparent tubes into which CLONES are climbing.
Once in the tube, the CLONE goes to sleep.
LAMA SU: Apart from his pay, which is considerable, Fett
demanded only one thing - an unaltered clone for himself.
Curious, isn't it?
OBI-WAN: Unaltered?
LAMA SU: Pure genetic replication. No tempering with the
structure to make it more docile... and no growth
acceleration.
OBI-WAN: I would very much like to meet this Jango Fett.
TAUN WE: I would be most happy to arrange it, for you.
TAUN WE bows, and leaves.
EXTERIOR: NABOO, MOUNTAIN MEADOW - LATE AFTERNOON
PADM? and ANAKIN are in the middle of an idyllic hilly
meadow, its lush grasses sprinkled with flowers. At a
distance, a herd of SHAAKS graze contentedly.
Beyond is the shimmering expanse of the lake. Several other
lakes stretch to the horizon. The warm air is full of
little floating puffballs. They sit on the grass, in a
playful, coy mood, talking. PADM? is picking flowers.
PADM?: I don't know...
ANAKIN: Sure you do... you just don't want to tell me.
PADM?: Are you going to use one of your Jedi mind tricks on
me?
ANAKIN: They only work on the weak-minded. You are anything
but weak-minded.
PADM?: All right... I was twelve. His name was Palo. We
were both in the Legislative Youth Program. He was a few
years older then I... very cute... dark curly hair...
dreamy eyes.
ANAKIN: All right, I get the picture... whatever happened
to him?
PADM?: I went into public service. He went on to become an
artist.
ANAKIN: Maybe he was the smart one.