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LOL

Everytime I read Lucas complaining about complaints, I picture a big baby with a beard, great hair, and a flannel shirt crying his head off.

imperialscum said:

I particularly believe that lightsabre is more or less useless if one does not posses the ability to use force.

Which would make sense, if the lightsaber could only be activated by a Force-sensitive. However, most lightsabers can be activated with an old-fashioned push of a button. Han even uses one to cut open a tauntaun.

I think too many people put too much importance on the lightsaber as a Jedi weapon. It's a glowing energy sword, plain and simple, not the Ark of the Covenant.

A sausage sliding into Picard's ear ... I thought something like that could only happen in bad fanfiction.

spectraljulian said:

Didn't realize there were Mandalorians in TCW.  I thought all the junk about them was all EU and hence nixed.

The writers of TCW never tried to be 100% in-line with the EU, but they often adopted and modified aspects of the EU that they liked/wanted in the show.

Pretty lame that they wielded lightsabers too.

I didn't watch the whole show, but I'm sure only Pre Vizsla was shown wielding a lightsaber, and it was a stolen lightsaber at that, so I personally don't see any problem with it.

I'd prefer Mandalorians to wield swords of Mandalorian iron over lightsabers.

EXT. TATOOINE - DESERT - DAY (DREAMSCAPE)

On a vast, flat, wide-open desert plain, a figure attired in the garb of a Tusken Raider rides alone atop his bantha mount, the wind of the suns-scorched planet whipping his robes about him.

As he rides on, the incredible heat increases, and the bantha begins to pant heavily, it's already slow gait becoming positively sluggish. In moments, the heavy panting turns to harsh wheezing, and before the Tusken can prepare himself, his mount collapses, throwing him off violently.

The Sand Person lands face-first on the sand, but is unharmed. Groaning, he pushes himself up and rises back to his feet. As he turns to face his fallen bantha, he watches as it suddenly dries up -- mummifying instantly -- before crumbling to dust. Sighing despondently, the Raider turns away from where his dead mount was and continues on his way.

As the Tusken makes his way along the sand, he, too, begins to pant harshly, the unholy heat of his environment penetrating his protective coverings and seeping through into his body underneath.

FEMALE VOICE: (O.C.) You have reached the end of your journey, weary traveller. Discard your robes.

TUSKEN: (confused) What?

FEMALE VOICE: (O.C.) Discard your robes.

TUSKEN: What!? No! If I do that, I'll die!

FEMALE VOICE: No, you won't. You will be protected. (beat) Discard your robes.

Reluctantly, the Sand Person decides to obey the disembodied voice. He strips off his robes, unravels his head coverings, and removes his protective goggles and filter mask, revealing that he is actually Anakin underneath. Immediately, his skin begins to smoulder under the furnace heat surrounding him.

ANAKIN: (in pain) Oh, God! The heat! The heat! It's burning me! It's burning me!

FEMALE VOICE: (O.S.) Have faith -- you will be delivered.

With those words, Anakin's surroundings begin to change. From out of nowhere, blood-red clouds begin to fill the clear sky of Tatooine, blocking out the suns for the first time in uncounted eons. The heavy red clouds then release their burden, and a torrential rain of blood begins to fall from the overcast sky, hitting the thirsty sands of Tatooine with the force of liquid bullets. As each drop of blood is eagrely absorbed into the arid earth, red vegetation sprouts from where they fell, growing and spreading rapidly with unbridled ferocity. As the vegetation spreads across the face of the desert, the rains comes to an end, leaving the once-desolate landscape transformed into a vibrant red rainforest.

ANAKIN: (astonished) What?

FEMALE VOICE: (O.S.) Turn around, dear one.

Hearing the voice immediately behind him, Anakin spins around. There, standing before him, is a woman; tall with bronze skin, she is attired in only the scantest of translucent garments, her entire face concealed behind a veil. Behind her, towering over them both like a dark god from a lost age, is an immense pyramid of black basalt.

BRONZE PRIESTESS: (gestures for him to follow) Come. Follow me inside.

Turning around, she walks into the pyramid's open entrance and vanishes from sight, merging with the black edifice's ebon interior. With hesitation and fear, but also too much curiosity, Anakin follows after her into the towering pyramid.

INT. PYRAMID/ENTRANCE TUNNEL - DAY (DREAMSCAPE)

Cautiously, Anakin makes his way through the tight tunnel. Though the tunnel is pitch black, there is a bright white light waiting for him at the end.

INT. PYRAMID/WHITE ROOM - DAY (DREAMSCAPE)

Anakin enters the room at the end of the tunnel, and finds it filled with a blinding, sourceless white light. In the centre of the room, standing on end before the mysterious bronze-skinned woman -- is a sarcophagus carved elaborately out of semi-luminescent pearlwood.

BRONZE PRIESTESS: (turns to Anakin) Open it.

ANAKIN: Excuse me?

BRONZE PRIESTESS: (a hint of anger in her voice) Open it.

Shrugging, Anakin steps forward, passing her and walking up to the sarcophagus. Reaching forward, he grasps the lid of the sarcophagus and, with visible strain, pulls it away. Inching the lid away from the rest of the sarcophagus, he pushes it forward, allowing it to fall to the floor away from him, then turns to regard the contents of the sarcophagus.

Though centuries dead, the desiccated corpse within the sarcophagus is unmistakably Anakin's.

Recoiling in horror, Anakin spins around to face the strange woman who led him into this place. Lunging forward, he grabs hold of her veil and pulls it off; there, her eyes glowing a preternatural yellow and her black lips spread wide in a hideous rictus grin, is the face of Nashira.

ANAKIN: Nashira!

BRONZE PRIESTESS: Hello, lover.

Lunging forward, this horrifically beautiful woman with Nashira's face grabs Anakin by his. Pulling him to her, she opens her mouth and a long, teal-black tongue covered in tiny razor-sharp teeth darts out. Bringing her tongue upward, she licks him across the face, splitting the flesh of it wide open.

INT. DANIA VII - BUNKER 13/LEVEL 9/ANAKIN & NASHIRA'S QUARTERS/MAIN ROOM - EVENING

Anakin wakes up on the sofa to find Nashira sitting over him, her lips pressed down over his in a kiss. Horrified, he shoots upright in bed, pushing her violently away from him. She falls backward onto the floor, landing hard on her backside.

NASHIRA: (angry) What did you do that for?

Anakin can't answer. All he can do is stare at her, breathing heavily with fear from the terrifying nightmare he just experienced.

Ryan McAvoy said:

The first Batman annual I got given for christmas (I was five) had batman in Purple&Blue so that's what I consider to be the definitive look...

I prefer more black than blue in his costume, but otherwise I share your sentiment. I'd love to see a live-action version of this suit over the rubber armour and whatever the hell Affleck's wearing. 

jennifer leigh green

If cats were sentient, would catnip be an illegal drug?

There isn't really any indication given that Vader knew he had sired children prior to his transformation. I think Vader and Palpatine just (independently) figured out Luke's identity in between SW & TESB.

generalfrevious said:

It is always too good to be true. Star wars is cursed. I'm one hundred percent certain that we will all die long before the OT gets a proper video release by a major film studio.

You should be a soap actor; you've got the melodrama to play the part. 

^I agree -- but mainly because I like the blue-green colouring of the background.

Bingowings said:

I like wasps and they only sting if they are provoked or if it's the autumn and they are bored and about to die.

Maybe they'd be tolerable if there were less of them, but they're everywhere. There isn't a place around the house, around the garage, or in various little spaces scattered across the property where one of their nests can't be found. 

INT. BUNKER 13/LEVEL 9/ANAKIN & NASHIRA'S QUARTERS/KITCHEN - DAY

Nashira is busy preparing a meal on small stove when the door into the main room slides open and Obi-Wan, Siri, Anakin, and Orowi come sauntering in. Turning to face him, she sees the grim expressions on all of their faces, and her face in turn goes stoney.

NASHIRA: What's happened?

SIRI: Anakin got into a fight with an Abyssin.

OROWI: Gurkan.

Hearing that, Nashira rushes over to Anakin and takes his face in her hands, cradling it worriedly.

NASHIRA: Oh, Nik, are you okay?

ANAKIN: Yes ... yeah, I'm fine, 'Shira. Just fine.

Pushing past her, he walks over to the main round table and props down in a seat behind it, where he proceeds to massage his left temple.

NASHIRA: (turning to the others) Why did he get into a fight with Gurkan?

OROWI: Gurkan made some rather ... unflattering comments regarding the relationship between the two of you.

NASHIRA: (dumbfounded) Anakin and me? But we're just friends.

OROWI: Gurkan's a straight-up bastard. He can't sleep at night without spewing trash in other peoples' faces.

NASHIRA: But Nik's okay, right? Gurkan didn't hurt him.

OBI-WAN: (grave) No, Nashira, Gurkan didn't hurt him.

NASHIRA: (relieved) Well, that's good then, right? He could have if he really wanted to.

OBI-WAN: (cont'd) Anakin hurt him.

NASHIRA: (narrows her eyes) You're not serious.

OBI-WAN: Dead serious.

OROWI: Nik really wailed on him -- beat the living pus out of the monocular bastard.

SIRI: He could have killed him if we hadn't arrived when we did.

Her mouth agape, Nashira turns to face Nik.

ANAKIN: Are they on the level, Anakin?

ANAKIN: (shakes his head wearily) Yeah, yeah, it happened like they say.

Nashira then walks over to Anakin and, sitting down beside him, puts her hands down over one of his.

NASHIRA: Is he gonna be alright?

ANAKIN: Siri said so.

NASHIRA: (smiles) Then there's nothing to worry about.

Obi-Wan's mouth drops open upon hearing those words.

OBI-WAN: (incredulous) Excuse me?

NASHIRA: (turns to Ben) Nik didn't really hurt him. I mean he didn't hurt him bad enough to put him in the infirmary.

OBI-WAN: That's beside the point, Nashira. He let his anger get the best of him -- he opened himself to the dark side. Don't you realize how dangerous that can be?

NASHIRA: (rolls her eyes) Oh, not this again.

OBI-WAN: (stepping towards Nik and 'Shira) You may not believe in the dark side, Nashira, but it is very real and very present and Anakin is exposed to it. If he continues to let his anger slip, it will bring him in tune with the darkness and eventually corrupt his soul.

NASHIRA: (frowns) Gurkan's a bully and a pig. He got what he deserved. (turns back to Anakin, her frown turning to a smile) Besides, Anakin did it for me because I'm his friend. How can that be dark?

Obi-Wan, realizing nothing he can say will ever be able to break through Nashira's childish naiveté, goes silent, pursing his lips in indignation.

INT. BUNKER 13/LEVEL 34/OBI-WAN, SIRI, & PRIMEDAY'S QUARTERS/MAIN ROOM - TWILIGHT

Hours later, Ben and Siri return to their quarters on Level 34. Opening their door, they step inside to find Primeday Surprise sitting in wait for them at the small round table. Together, the two Jedi walk over and plop themselves down on the couch sitting to the right side of the H'nemthe.

PRIMEDAY: Have a good time? How was your meal?

SIRI: It was very good, Primeday. You should have joined us.

PRIMEDAY: (waves her hand dismissively) They weren't serving my dish.

OBI-WAN: You can't eat Primeday Surprise every day -- that's why it's called "Primeday Surprise", not "Everyday Surprise".

PRIMEDAY: Each day is Primeday if you think beyond the three dimensions.

SIRI: Primeday, it isn't good to eat the same thing all day everyday. You get sick without a balanced diet.

PRIMEDAY: Bah! More three-dimensional thinking! A diet of Primeday Surprise is a balanced diet.

OBI-WAN: Not in this universe.

PRIMEDAY: Exactly! Now you begin to understand!

Ben and Siri exchange glances.

SIRI: Do you?

OBI-WAN: Ask me when I'm less than sober.

PRIMEDAY: Anyhow, I put some tea on the stove for you. Go have some if you feel like it.

SIRI: That sounds like a good idea. Thank you, Primeday.

Siri enters the kitchen, walks over to a cabinet, opens it up, then reaches in to retrieve a hard plastic cup.

SIRI: Will you be having any, Obi-Wan?

OBI-WAN: That depends. (turns to Primeday) What type of tea is it?

PRIMEDAY: (smiles) It varies.

OBI-WAN: Clear, concise, and to the point as always. (to Siri) Make me one, anyway.

Siri retrieves the two cups and then saunters over to the stove. When she reaches for the kettle, however, she finds that not only is the burner not on, but there is no kettle upon it at all.

SIRI: There is no tea.

PRIMEDAY: Pardon?

SIRI: (gestures toward the bare stovetop) The stovetop, Primeday, there's no tea on it. It's completely bare.

PRIMEDAY: (sighs) It is there, Siri, just not here and now.

Hearing this, Obi-Wan facepalms. The H'nemthe notices this action, and it doesn't please her one bit.

PRIMEDAY: (gestures towards him with her cane) I saw that, Ben Kenobi, don't think I didn't!

Slowly pulling his hand away, Obi-Wan merely stares at this strange non-human woman.

PRIMEDAY: (fuming) Always -- always -- you disregard my wisdom! Condescend to me like you would a child and regard me with all the affection of a serpent, you do! Well, I am not going to stomach it any longer! (rises to her feet) I'll be going to bed early! Goodnight!

SIRI: (resigned) But Primeday --

PRIMEDAY: (throws up her hand) I say goodnight!

With that, Primeday walks away into the single bedroom. Not a minute later, the sound of her gentle snoring can be heard coming from within.

SIRI: (sighs) I'm going to put on some tea myself. You still want some?

OBI-WAN: Not really, no. Primeday's killed my thirst.

Retrieving the kettle, Siri fills it with water and then puts it on the stove burner. Turning away from the stove, she walks over to Ben and sits down beside him on the couch.

SIRI: It's still getting to you, isn't it? What happened with Anakin?

OBI-WAN: Of course -- shouldn't it? He is my apprentice, and it is my job to see that he learns the proper ways to channel the Force.

SIRI: But it's hard, isn't it?

OBI-WAN: Yes, it is. He's exposed to Vizsla's teachings every day, but I can only be there for him for a couple of hours, and only on a day or two a week. It's impossible to train him as a Jedi under these circumstances. Perhaps if we'd had more time together before we were captured, if he had received more training ...

SIRI: If he had been selected for training at a younger age, you mean.

OBI-WAN: Yes, I suppose. (beat) And then there's Nashira. (beat) She needed him at the time, and I'm glad that he was there for her, but I'm starting to think that she may turn out to be a bad influence on him.

SIRI: Yes, I see what you mean. She's ignorant of the dark side. She coddles Anakin when she should be rebuking him.

OBI-WAN: She's only a child, and she's never known the Jedi way, so I don't hold it again her. But she and Anakin have grown close, and they are growing closer. (beat) I don't think Anakin's emotionally dependant on her -- not like she is on him -- and so I don't think he's ... become enslaved to her -- her whims, her opinions. But that could change in the future. If he hasn't learned to discipline himself by then, if he hasn't learned to resist the dark side, then God help us.

SIRI: (sighs) This is why it's easier for us.

OBI-WAN: (confused) Easier? Easier for whom? What are you talking about?

SIRI: I was talking about the Coruscanti Order. (beat) It is easier for us because we train our children from infancy, build them up from the beginning to be resistant to the dark side, and keep them from being reared alongside those who hold to beliefs contrary to the Jedi Creed.

OBI-WAN: (laughs incredulously) I don't believe it.

SIRI: (frowns) What?

OBI-WAN: You're proselytizing me -- giving me a sermon on the blessed virtues of the Coruscanti Order. (beat) You should hear yourself.

SIRI: Well, you have to admit that if Anakin had been discovered at a young age and reared by us, he never would have grown up vulnerable to the temptations surrounding him now.

OBI-WAN: No, instead he would have grown up to believe that he was some sort of chosen one -- a demigod superior to everyone who wasn't blessed with the gift of becoming a Jedi Knight.

SIRI: (angry) That isn't what we believe at all. That isn't what I believe at all.

OBI-WAN: Then enlighten me, Siri.

SIRI: Non-Jedi are not evil and they aren't inferior. However, their philosophies often run contrary to Jedi doctrine. Exposing nascent Jedi to these philosophies could skew their outlook on the Force, poison their minds against the Jedi way and lead them on the path to the dark side. Isolating our children from non-Jedi until they are of a discerning age only serves to remove stumbling blocks from the straight and narrow path that is our way of life.

OBI-WAN: That may be all well and good for the children born into the Order -- children who have friends and family who are also Jedi. But what of those Jedi who weren't born into the Coruscanti Order -- those who came from non-Jedi families? Why must they be denied the love and companionship of their mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters for the sake of a "straight and narrow path" that they weren't of discerning age to choose for themselves in the first place?

SIRI: Personal sacrifices must often be made for the greater good. That is a fact implicit in the Jedi Code.

OBI-WAN: Ah, yes, the Jedi Code: "There is no emotion; there is peace. There is no ignorance; there is knowledge. There is no passion; there is serenity. There is no death; there is the Force". (beat) You are aware of the history behind the Code, aren't you?

SIRI: Of course. Any Jedi worth his or her salt knows the history of the Jedi Code.

OBI-WAN: Then you know that the Jedi Code wasn't originally a code at all, but a surviving fragment of an unpublished volume written by the Jedi master Odan-Uur which was destroyed in the Great Sith War. Divorced from its original context, the Jedi Code was only codified as such centuries after the fact, in the wake of the Kunist Insurrection. Therefore the words of the Jedi Code -- and the message behind those words -- are completely open to interpretation.

SIRI: In your opinion, that may be true. But Coruscanti tradition teaches that there is a plain, straightforward reading of the Code which has been made clear to us.

OBI-WAN: Then I'm thankful that the Coruscanti tradition is not the only Jedi tradition available to choose from.

James Cameron should have made a Terminator prequel back in 1997.

This makes me wonder if the Ferengi ever get criticized for being Jewish stereotypes ...

Unless you're Stephen Hawking, in which case they're one and the same.

But I digress ...

Max von Sydow as a Mandlorian ... that would be awesome (if done right).

Bingowings said:

May the squeeing commence .

I do hope this is also sold separately as I have the DVDs for the series.

Had I the money, this would be enough to convince me to buy a Blu Ray player post haste. 

Here are the reasons why I hate late Spring and Summer:

Seperate, they are intolerable. Together, they serve as the fifth circle of Hell.

^YES.

^Truth be told, I don't get how anyone could find Watto's accent Middle Eastern. It sounds completely Italian to me.

TV's Frink said:

LexX said:

:P

 I assume you're sticking your tongue out at yourself for your image fail.

 ALLOL