DuracellEnergizer

Frink is funny when he contradicts himself.

I suggest renaming this thread “Star Wars Episode IX to be directed by Colin Trevorrow somebody else”.

Thanks for the tips. I’ll keep them in mind.

You’re a computer, not an android, so you wouldn’t know either way.

My dreams are rarely boring.

Between my Ep. III re-write, my Superman trilogy, and the two or three original stories I want to write, it’s likely going to be quite awhile before I begin work on a sequel trilogy re-write. But an alternate ST is most definitely what I’m working towards; all the SW stories written thus far – all the SW stories to be written – have just been precursor to that. My ST will be my farewell letter to SW fan-fiction; it will be the conclusion to the saga I have been working on over a decade, and I will have no wish or desire to continue in that universe henceforth.

But there’s a question nagging at me: What is to be the story for my ST?

For years now, I had a specific vision in mind. The timeframe: 40-44 ABY. The setting: the post-war New Republic/Imperial Remnant. The main character: Anakin Solo. The plot: A restored Sith Order – in command of a clone army left over from the Clone Wars – would emerge from the Unknown Regions to invade the New Republic/Imperial Remnant. In essence, this ST would take aspects from the New Jedi Order and Legacy of the Force series’ and rework them into a proper story which would finally see the conflict between the Jedi and Sith resolved for all time. But then arose some problems.

Problem #1: I’d have to read the entire NJO and LOTF books to know what to take from them, then I’d have to fit the pieces together in a way where they worked flawlessly together. I’m not keen on reading those books, anyway, plus all that puzzle-building? It’s far too much work; I don’t think I could manage it.

Problem #2: This ST would start off with Han & Leia having three fully-grown children and Luke being married to Mara Jade. For readers immersed in the EU, this would be no problem; they’re already familiar with the characters and need no introduction. But what about readers who don’t follow the EU closely? I want my ST to be accessible to everyone. How do I introduce these characters who clearly have a lot of history behind them without resorting to a load of exposition? Perhaps a strong writer can do the job, but I don’t believe I’m that strong a writer.

So even though I believe the story of this ST is a great one and would serve as an excellent conclusion to the story begun in my PT, I fear it may have to be abandoned for a simpler narrative.

Now we come to my alternate, alternate ST. Why not take elements from the Thrawn Trilogy, the Dark Empire Trilogy, the Jedi Academy Trilogy, and work them into a single trilogy of the rise of Luke’s New Jedi Order and the fall of Palpatine’s Dark Side Elite? Here’s what I’m picturing:

The timeframe: 11-13 ABY. The setting: the cold war-era New Republic/Imperial Remnant. The plot: As Luke begins searching the Galaxy for prospective apprentices, the Dark Empire – an Imperial faction which has been hidden away in the Deep Core the past several years – emerges. The Dark Empire – ruled by the Dark Side Elite, their fleet commanded by Grand Admiral Thrawn – attacks the New Republic and the cold war turns hot again. As the Imperial and Republic Starfleets clash, the Dark Side Elite – led by the mysterious Dread Lord Caedus – seeks to summon the spirit of Palpatine back from the netherworld of the Force and incarnate him in a new body. But no ordinary body will do; Palpatine can only be reborn in the body of a Skywalker. Leia just so happens to be with child. Thus Caedus makes it a top priority that she be captured and brought to the Deep Core world of Byss.

That’s what I have so far. Should I go with it? Should I stick to my original ST storyline and figure out how to work around its problems? Thoughts? Ideas? I welcome anything anyone has to give me.

EXT. CORUSCANT — SENATE FLAT COMPLEX — DAY

The sun shines bright on the Senate Flat Complex, a series of connected apartment buildings built to accommodate the plethora of senators from all worlds of the Empire.

INT. SENATE FLAT COMPLEX/CORRIDOR OUTSIDE GUME SAAM’S FLAT — DAY

A Rodian maid arrives with a service trolley laden with cleaning products and fresh linens. Stopping at the door to Senator Gume Saam’s flat, she KNOCKS.

RODIAN MAID: Senator? It’s Clana. Alright if I come in?

Receiving no answer, Clana opens the door and guides the trolley in.

INT. SENATE FLAT COMPLEX/GUME SAAM’S FLAT/LIVING AREA — DAY

The maid enters the living area. As she does so, she immediately comes upon a most unexpected and unwelcome sight: the Ishi Tib senator sprawled out upon his sofa, a blaster held loosely in his right hand and a hole bored through his skull, stone dead. She SCREAMS.

CUT TO

An hour later.

LIEUTENANT TAN DIVO of the Coruscant Security Forces enters the apartment. Already present are forensic officers, going over the residence in search of clues. Over by the body of Gume Saam stands SERGEANT HEREON MORESOOT.

LT. DIVO: (approaches Moresoot) What’s on our platter, Sergeant?

SGT. MORESOOT: (cocks brow) Draw your own conclusions.

Taking out a small canister, the balding, maroon-eyed lieutenant sprays a whitish fluid on both hands. After the fluid has solidified into latex-like coverings, he begins his cursory examination. After giving Saam’s head wound and gun hand once-overs, he picks a sheet of flimsi up from the caf table and speed-reads through the suicide note.

SGT. MORESOOT: (nods) Open-and-shut.

LT. DIVO: (sets flimsi down) See that the Senator from Tibrin is bagged and tagged.

Done here, the lieutenant pivots on his heel and strides out. The sergeant leaves to get somebody to attend to Saam. Neither men taken notice of the Ishi Tib’s left hand, the fingers of which are dark with bruises.

INT. JEDI TEMPLE/ROOM OF A THOUSAND FOUNTAINS — DAY

Darth has entered the Room of a Thousand Fountains. His hair combed, his gray uniform cleaned and ironed, the hilts of his twin lightsabers hanging side-by-side from his belt, he looks a damn sight better than he did the night — and morning — before.

Darth stands on the bottom floor of the chamber. The space is occupied by several beautiful gardens. Numerous Jedi share the space with him, alone or together, walking or resting, conversing or meditating. Gazing upward, Darth sees the dozens upon dozens of elevated platforms which fill up space in the seven storeys overhead.

CUT TO

Siri, situated on one of the platforms, sitting by a brook under the sheltering arms of a bafforr tree, in a lotus position, in meditation.

Having entered a turbolift tube connecting the bottom floor with the platform, Darth is carried up until he emerges atop the platform. He quickly finds his foster mother. Opening her eyes, Siri turns to face her foster son standing behind her.

SIRI: (cont’d) Anything I can help you with, Darth?

Approaching Siri, Darth sits down before her.

DARTH: You don’t like what I’m becoming. That’s what you said?

Siri nods.

DARTH: (cont’d) I … I lost one mother; I don’t want to lose another. (beat) I’ll give it up — give it all up — I’ll be your apprentice. Just please … don’t leave me alone.

As Darth’s eyes grow moist, he turns away. Reaching out, she runs a thumb under an eye, drawing the excess liquid away as she tears up herself.

'Cause continuity makes it all matter … somehow.

Upon waking, if I recall enough details from the dream and find it particularly interesting, I type a description up ASAP then submit it here. Later on, after I have edited it to tighten the writing and add humourous quips and pics, I re-post it on my blog for posterity.

If you have read the posts I submitted in this thread, then you have already read my blog, as my blog is an on-line dream journal containing edited versions of posts I submitted in aforementioned thread.

Better?

I believe the overwhelming majority in most countries refuse to burn their nation’s flag. I sure haven’t been witness to the maple leaf going up in flames.

Warbler said:

TV’s Frink said:

Special Edition, not southeast.

?

*sigh*

oojason said:

Warbler said:

oojason said:

Others, especially those around the world (that are allowed to do so) have no qualms protesting against symbols of their own Govt or country when it is failing it’s citizens, or there is an inequality perceived to be taking place with no-little appetite for change.

You are not going to understand this, but America is different. Here you don’t protest the National Anthem or burn the flag.

Yes, you do (you as in the American people). It has happened, and will likely happen again.

Warb lives in the USA SE. All that unpatriotic stuff’s been edited out to conform to the founding fathers’ original vision.

All this talk about a shattering lens, and not one person had commented on what’s really important – the colour of his eye. It’s gray. Shouldn’t it be yellow, in keeping with what was established in ROTS? What significance does this hold? Is ROTS’ canon status in question?

Let the pointless discussion begin.

TV’s Frink said:

I hate this thread because unlike your blog, I have to read it.

If you read my posts in the woodlouse thread, you’ve already read my blog.

“Mother Night. Fold your dark arms about me. Protect me in your black embrace. I sit alone, an impotent exile, whilst this force, this presence, returns to torment me.”

“Enter!”

“Ahhh, Blix. Come closer. Are you not the most loathsome of my goblins?”

“Truly, Master.”

“And is your heart black and full of hate?”

"Black as midnight, black as pitch. Blacker than the foulest witch."

“Something troubles me. I feel a presence in the forest. A force I had mercifully almost forgotten.”

“Must be dread indeed to trouble you, Lordship.”

“Looking upon these frail creatures, one would not think that they could contain such power. One could rule the universe with it! You must find them for me and destroy them!”

“What do they look like, Lord?”

“Fool! Let this serve to remind you! The creature is crowned with a single spiral reaching like an antenna straight to heaven!”

“I get the point, Lord.”

“Bring the horns to me.”

“Where should I look, Sire?”

“There is only one lure for such disgusting goodness! One bait that never fails!”

“What be this bait? Please, you teach me.”

“Innocence! Innocence!”

doubleofive said:

nightstalkerpoet said:

Was that a mistake, or an attempt to subliminally connect to 4?

I’m sure it was

“BEN, find us a bunch of alien dialog.”

“I could record all new–”

“Nah, just use the stuff you already have recorded.”

And y’all thought the halfassery began with Greedo shooting first.

TV’s Frink said:

It’s clear you don’t want to be right regardless of what being wrong is, because you hate vanilla ice cream.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r5Tnc0JAhXQ&t=0m12s

TV’s Frink said:

Warbler said:

I am the country.

Not yet.

Fixed that for both of you.

DominicCobb said:

TV’s Frink said:

Yes but it takes a bad one to ruin ice cream and vanilla doesn’t fall into that category. By rejecting vanilla ice cream, you are rejecting ice cream en masse and therefore have obtained your Monster Card.

This is true. Not only is vanilla a perfectly fine and delicious flavor, but it is also the foundation of countless other classic, fantastic flavors as well.

Or to put it another way, vanilla is an empty canvas on which to paint a whole lot of purdy pictures.

I still won’t hang a blank square of canvas on my wall, though.

Possessed said:

What would the bespin ice cream man have to say about this I wonder.

TV’s Frink said:

Yes but it takes a bad one to ruin ice cream and vanilla doesn’t fall into that category. By rejecting vanilla ice cream, you are rejecting ice cream en masse and therefore have obtained your Monster Card.

“So be it, vanilla boy.”

Not all ice cream flavours are created equally.

TV’s Frink said:

DuracellEnergizer said:

And vanilla ice cream of all things? Bleech.

The monster was not the robot. No, truly the monster was Duracell.

Vanilla man, eh? Explains so much.