The SHAAK bucks, and ANAKIN falls off. PADME laughs even harder. ANAKIN lies still.
Guest commentator: Ricky Carmona
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PADME 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.
THOUSANDS OF STORMTROOPERS, faces covered by helmets, are marching and drilling in formations of several hundred.
LAMA SU conducts OBI-WAN through a large eating area.
ANAKIN kisses PADME. She doesn’t resist. She comes to her senses and pulls away.