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#704732
Topic
Star Wars: The New Dawn (The First Episode in DuracellEnergizer's New PT Re-Write) *COMPLETE*
Time

INT. BUNKER 13/LEVEL 9/UNIT 9-75/BEDROOM - EVENING

Nashira lies atop her bed, turning about uneasily in her sleep. She moans and groans fitfully, her brow slick with sweat.

ZOOM IN

on Nashira as the darkness of the room closes in on her, forming an opaque blackness which surrounds her like dark light.

Suddenly, dozens of arms coalesce from that darkness and fall onto her, seizing her in vice-like grips. Her eyes fling open, wide with terror. From above, an amorphous shape bulges down from the Darkness above her, coming to hover right before her face. The shapeless bulge contorts, gaining definition, until it forms a skull-like face with blazing white eyes.

THE DARKNESS: Luuz, rekcufrehtom, luuz!

As Nashira releases a blood-curdling scream, the lipless mouth of the skull-like head transmogrifies into a proboscis, which then -- like a torrent of black liquid -- flows down into her mouth, choking off her shriek with a harsh gurgle. Air cut off from her lungs, Nashira begins to thrash violently against the limbs restraining her, but she cannot break free of their oppressive grasp.

It is then that Anakin, like an angel in the night, materializes out from thin air. Lunging forward, he seizes the nightmarish head of the Darkness and, grimacing, pulls it back with all the strength he can mustre. With a hideous sucking sound, he peels the entity away from Nashira and tosses it away from her.

THE DARKNESS: Luuz, rekcuf --

Before the Darkness can finish its mantra, Anakin holds up his arm, and an engaged lightsaber manifests within his hand. Swinging the azure blade, he lops the Darkness' head off and it drops away, dissipating into nothingness.

NASHIRA: (panicking) Nik!

Turning back to Nashira, Anakin goes to work hacking away the black limbs which pin the girl down to her bed. Once they have all been dealt with, Nik grabs her by the hand and hauls her up off the bed and to his side.

ANAKIN: How's about we get out of here?

NASHIRA: Where to?

ANAKIN: Anywhere.

Swinging his lightsaber, Anakin cuts right through the inky blackness surrounding them, revealing a blinding white light beyond. With Nashira at his side, he plunges into the rip, leaving the Darkness behind.

EXT. WHITE VOID (DREAMSCAPE)

Nik and 'Shira now find themselves standing within a perfectly white void. Looking down at the lightsaber in his hand, Anakin releases it, and is dissolves away as it never was.

NASHIRA: What the hell was that!?

ANAKIN: A bad dream.

NASHIRA: You mean --

ANAKIN: Yep. You're asleep, dreaming, and I'm in here with you.

NASHIRA: Does that mean you're --

ANAKIN: No, I'm real.

NASHIRA: How is that possible?

ANAKIN: Obi-Wan called it a rapport. A sort of mind-link Jedi can do with other people who are open to it.

NASHIRA: How did you know I was in trouble?

ANAKIN: (grins) Are you really asking me that? I knew you'd be an emotional mess without any friends to keep you company.

Nashira then seizes Anakin in a fierce hug, squeezing him tightly as her lips part in a massive grin.

NASHIRA: Oh, thank you, Anakin! Thank you! I needed you, and you came! Thank you, thank you, thank you!

ANAKIN: (eyes bulging) Take it easy, kid! You'll bruise me like a Rrakis grape!

'Shira releases the young man, but continues to beam at him.

ANAKIN: (looks about their surroundings) While a damn sight better than where we came from, this place is kind of bland and boring. You think we should go somewhere more lively?

NASHIRA: Where?

ANAKIN: How about your homeworld? I've never been to Orron III, and I wouldn't mind checking it out.

NASHIRA: Orron III? But it's just an agricultural world -- there's nothing much there.

ANAKIN: (gestures at the whiteness surrounding them) There's less than nothing here. (grins) C'mon, we'll make it fun.

NASHIRA: (smiles sheepishly) Oh, alright ...

Nashira then closes her eyes and concentrates. After a moment passes, the void surrounding them fades away, replaced with a vast landscape of grain situated under a clear, sunny sky.

ANAKIN: Race ya?

NASHIRA: Yeah!

At that, the two children take off into a run, laughing wildly as they race through the tall stalks of grain.

FADE TO

Nashira asleep peacefully in her bed in her room, a smile on her lips.

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#704714
Topic
Who is Ignoring You, and Who are You Ignoring? (was: Who is Ignoring You? (was: Hello all, I'm back!))
Time

Hal 9000's added me to his ignore list. I haven't a clue as to why, since I don't believe we've even shared one word with one another, recently or otherwise.

As for people I'm ignoring, DrCrow is the one and only person on the list. Call me a sore loser, but when a person puts me on ignore over a single, solitary, stupid issue that could have been resolved amicably, I feel like reciprocating. Should he remove me from his ignore list, I'll do likewise. Until then, I'm as blind to his posts as he is to mine.

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#704667
Topic
Who should the villain(s) of the sequel trilogy be? (if the sequel trilogy has villains)
Time

Easterhay said:

The Jedi simply perceive anyone who "goes bad" as being Sith.

Where is this ever mentioned in any of the films? 

Easterhay said:

It's only the same as Christians who believe people will go to hell for doing bad things

I don't really know how to respond to this, seeing as different Christians hold to different views of Hell.

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#704630
Topic
What Went Wrong/What Can Be Avoided Thread
Time

imperialscum said:

I wonder how and where Jedi in PT get their funds. I mean they have this huge building in the most prestigious part of Coruscant, they wear fancy robes, fly fancy ships and spend all day doing nothing.

Embezzlement and blackmail. When they're not stealing children from the destitute, they're wringing money from rich fat cats with skeletons in their closets. 

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#704577
Topic
Star Wars: The New Dawn (The First Episode in DuracellEnergizer's New PT Re-Write) *COMPLETE*
Time

INT. BUNKER 13/LEVEL 34/CORRIDOR - SUNSET

Obi-Wan and Siri are led down a corridor through Level 34 of the bunker. In sharp contrast to the captives taken to Level 9, the two Jedi are being led roughly to their destination, their arms wrenched violently behind their backs as they are pushed forward by their Mandalorian keepers.

MANDALORIAN #13: Let's put 'em in 34-63 with Primeday Surprise.

As they come to the door marked "34-63", the Mandalorians stop, dragging their captives to a halt. Opening the door to the dim interior beyond, the Mandalorian Knights then push the two Jedi inside, resealing the door behind the disgraced knights with mocking laughter.

INT. BUNKER 13/LEVEL 34/UNIT 34-63 - SUNSET

OBI-WAN: It was nice of them to show us the way to our quarters.

SIRI: They'll forgive me if I don't leave a tip.

Brushing themselves off and straightening their disheveled clothing, the two Jedi take in the sight of their new quarters; although very spartan, the unit is clean and tidy, with everything kept in its proper place. Walking deeper into the main room, Siri comes to a small round table, upon with sits a datapad already loaded with a datacard.

SIRI: (picks up and activates the datapad) Here's a list of all the various schedules we're supposed to keep. (scans through the first few pages) I don't understand -- are we supposed to follow the same schedule? There's only this one card, and no alternate schedules are listed.

OBI-WAN: Perhaps new recruits all attend the same inauguration ceremony their first day. After that, we each get our own separate schedules.

SIRI: Perhaps. (deactivates the datapad and sets it back on the table) What was that they said about "Primeday Surprise"?

OBI-WAN: Sounded like a name to me -- a roommate.

Siri walks over to the bedroom, checks it, then walks over to the refresher and checks it, too; no one is in either room.

SIRI: Where do you suppose he, she, or it is at?

OBI-WAN: Perhaps she's training.

SIRI: Shame he couldn't be here to greet us.

FLUTEY VOICE (O.S.): Oh, but I am!

Hearing the voice, the two Jedi spin around to look behind them; there -- standing at the door where no one was standing scant moments before -- is a SHORT FEMALE H'NEMTHE clad in a set of tan coveralls, her three-fingered hands clasped tightly around the head of an ornate ebony cane.

SIRI: (startled) Wha --!

OBI-WAN: (shocked) where did you come from?

FLUTEY VOICE: (looks about the room) Here, there, everywhere. Perhaps nowhere.

The two Jedi exchange glances.

SIRI: Primeday Surprise, I assume?

PRIMEDAY (FLUTEY VOICE): I don't know -- do you?

SIRI: (confused) Excuse me?

PRIMEDAY: Do you assume?

SIRI: (frowns with bewilderment) I suppose ...

PRIMEDAY: Well don't. After all, when you assume, you make an ass out of you and me.

With that, the short H'nemthe walks forward, passing between Siri and Ben, on a course for the refresher. Turning to watch the strange female creature go, the Jedi again exchange glances.

INT. DETENTION CENTRE/ZULL'S CELL - EVENING

Zull sits against the back wall of her cell, facing the door. Her knees drawn up into her chest, she hangs her head low, her eyes closed in silent prayer; she doesn't immediately notice when the door to her cell slides open, allowing Pre Vizsla -- sans helmet and robes -- to step inside.

PRE VIZSLA: Zull.

Hearing his voice, the near-human woman looks up at the Mandalorian warrior, her eyes puffy and stained with shed tears.

PRE VIZSLA: I heard of what you did to put yourself here.

ZULL: Did you?

PRE VIZSLA: I am disappointed in you. What you did to that man wasn't simply barbaric, it was evil. He did nothing to deserve such a cruel, horrific death.

ZULL: Why tell me this? I already know. (beat) I will have to live with what I did.

PRE VIZSLA: Zull, when I came to you, you were blinded to an entire half of the Force. What I had done to you on the Nyax was to clear your vision, to show you the side of the Force that had been closed off to you. But you've only traded in blindness for blindness; you've embraced the darkness, but have discarded the light. (beat) To be whole, you must embrace both sides of the Force. There is a time for rage, but you must never let it oppress you. Temper anger with mercy, hate with pity, despair with hope. Otherwise you will only lose yourself and be consumed by an abyss of your own making.

ZULL: The anger is gone, the hate is gone, but the despair remains. I have nothing left.

PRE VIZSLA: Zull, please stand up.

The fallen priestess looks up at the Mandalorian. She does nothing for a moment, then -- slowly -- rises to her feet. She stands there, her face expressionless but her eyes sorrowful. Reaching to his side, Vizsla withdraws a lightsaber -- the same lightsaber he took from the slain Bpfasshi Dark Jedi -- and hands it to her.

ZULL: A Jedi lightsaber?

PRE VIZSLA: It's a Force-activated lightsaber. The triggering mechanism is built within the casing.

Reaching into the weapon with the Force, Zull engages it. With a soft, burning hiss, the brilliant chartreuse blade extends into existence. Eyes widening with awe, she turns the blade around in the air, listening as it hums and buzzes with each movement.

PRE VIZSLA: There are few so-called darksiders out there who truly reject the light side of the Force in sole favour of the dark. Most who have been branded with the label merely see the Force for what it is and embrace it in its entirety. There are exceptions, however, those who have abandoned the light and allowed the darkness to rule their lives, to consume their very souls. The owner of this weapon was one such exception. He refused to acknowledge the light, and paid the ultimate price for his lack of vision.

Zull stops playing with the lightsaber and her eyes fall upon Vizsla, her green-gold irises glowing as the burning yellow-green light of the lightsaber reflects in them.

ZULL: I could take this weapon and kill you now. Not even you could avoid the blow from this distance.

PRE VIZSLA: (nods) That is true. You could kill me now and have your final revenge. (beat) But you don't want to. You are tired of how the rage and hatred has blinded you, tired of how it has taken hold of everything you are and twisted it into a diseased mockery.

ZULL: (a tear running from her eye) Yes.

PRE VIZSLA: Zull, I have done you wrong, but I can still help you. I can help you out of this. Come with me, be my apprentice, and help me to help you find the light again.

Crying, Zull lowers the lightsaber, deactivating it. Gently, Vizsla draws her to him, wrapping his arms around her as she rests her head on his shoulder. Her arms, along with the deactivated lightsaber, now sit pinned between them.

PRE VIZSLA: I love you, Zull.

Zull says nothing, and merely cries silently into his shoulder. Closing his eyes, Vizsla begins to dance slowly, creating a slow waltz with the Meketrex woman in his arms.

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#704496
Topic
What we like about the Prequels
Time

Easterhay said:

You have no heart, DuracellEnergizer; that sequence still chokes me up.

Yes, I know -- I should feel sad for the deaths of aloof genetic supermen enforcers who had little to no personality on-screen.

As for the EU, it's a separate entity. Even more so now.

Unfortunately, I didn't know that at the time. At that time, I had been led to believe that the EU was fully canon, that Lucas respected the EU, and that the films would remain true to the EU and build off of its ideas while still telling its own story.

Had I known otherwise, I may not have been so disappointed. But things are the way they are, and I still don't like Order 66 or the rushed extermination of the Jedi.