all together in a hopeless position.
'Artoo, what are you doing here?' C-3PO asked when his little friend rolled past his trapped body.
In response, R2-D2 fired a suction cup grapnel from a compartment, attaching it firmly to C-3PO's head.
'Wait!' C-3PO cried as R2-D2 began to tug. 'No! How dare you? You're pulling too hard! Stop dragging me, you lead-head!' He felt the sparking as his head tore free of the Battle Droid body, and then R2-D2 pulled C-3PO's head over to its rightful body. R2-D2 extracted his welding arm and began reattaching the protocol droid's head.
'Artoo, be careful! You might burn my circuits. Are you sure my head's on straight?'
More Jedi went down under the sheer weight of the laser barrage. Less than half of them were still standing.
'Limited choices,' Ki-Adi-Mundi said to the exhausted and bloody Mace Windu.
Soon they were down to just over twenty, all herded together, and in the stadium all about them stood rank after rank of battle droid, weapons leveled.
And then all movement stopped suddenly.
'Master Windu!' Count Dooku cried from the dignitary box. His expression showed that he had truly enjoyed the spectacle of the battle. 'You have fought gallantly. Worthy of recognition in the Archives of the Jedi. Now it is finished.' He paused and looked all about, leading the gazes of the trapped Jedi to the rows and rows of enemies still poised to destroy them.
'Surrender,' Dooku ordered, 'and your lives will be spared.'
'We will not become hostages for you to use as barter, Dooku,' Mace said without the slightest hesitation.
'Then I'm sorry, old friend,' Count Dooku said, in a tone that didn't sound at all sorry. 'You will have to be destroyed.' He raised his hand and looked to his assembled army, prepared to give the signal.
But then Padme, exhausted, dirty, and bloody, raised her head to the sky above and shouted, 'Look!' All eyes turned up to see half a dozen gunships fast descending upon the arena, screaming down in a dusty cloud about the Jedi, clone troopers rushing out their open sides as they touched down. A hailstorm of laserfire blasted the new arrivals, but the gunships had their shields up, covering the debarkation of their warriors.
Amid the sudden confusion and flashing laserfire, Master Yoda appeared in the dropdoor of one of the gunships, offering a salute to Mace and the others.
'Jedi, move!' Mace cried, and the survivors rushed to the nearest gunships, scrambling aboard. Mace climbed in right beside Yoda, and their ship lifted away immediately, cannons blaring, shattering and scattering battle droids as it soared up out of the arena.
Mace could hardly believe the incredible sight unfolding before him, as thousands of Republic ships rushed down on the assembled fleet of the Trade Federation, dropping tens of thousands of clone troopers to the surface of the planet. Behind him, Yoda continued to orchestrate the battle. 'More battalions to the left,' he instructed his signaler, who relayed it out to the field commanders. 'Encircle them, we must, then divide.'
After many minutes of a glow so bright that it hurt C-3PO's eyes, R2-D2 retracted his welding arm and tootled that the job was finished-C-3PO's head was back where it belonged.
'Oh, Artoo, you've put me back together!' C-3PO cried, and with some effort, he managed to stand upright. He realized then, from the hailstorm of fire outside the arena tunnel, and with many of those bolts ricocheting inside, that he was far from safe, and so he turned and began to amble away. Unfortunately for him, though, R2- D2 had not yet disengaged the sucker projectile from his forehead. The cord went taut, and C-3PO tumbled backward to the ground.
R2-D2 gave an apologetic whistle as he rolled by, disengaging and retracting the sucker as he went.
'I won't forget this!' C-3PO cried indignantly, and he scrambled up again and shuffled off after his infuriating friend.
With the gunships flying off and the battle droids in pursuit, Boba Fett finally found the opportunity to slip down onto the arena floor. He called for his father repeatedly, rushing from pile of carnage to pile of carnage. He passed the dead acklay, and then the reek, calling for Jango, but knowing what had happened, simply because his father, who was always there, wasn't there.
And then he saw the helmet.
'Dad,' the boy breathed. His legs giving out beneath him, he fell to his knees beside Jango Fett's empty helmet.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Archduke Poggle the Lesser, led Dooku and the others into the Geonosian command center, a huge room with a large circular viewscreen in its center and many other monitors about the walls, where Geonosian soldiers could monitor and direct the widening battle.
Poggle rushed to the side to confer with an army commander, then came back to Dooku and Nute Gunray, his expression fierce. 'All of our communications have been jammed!' he informed them. 'We are under attack, on land and from above!'
'The Jedi have amassed a huge army!' Nute Gunray cried.
'Where did they get them?' Dooku asked, sounding perplexed. 'That doesn't seem possible. How did the Jedi come up with an army so quickly?'
'We must send all available droids into battle,' Nute Gunray demanded. But Dooku, staring at the myriad of scenes, at the many battles and explosions all about the region, was shaking his head before he Neimoidian could begin to argue his reasoning. 'There are too many,' the Count said, his voice full of resignation. 'They will soon
