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I believe I created a “Frink vs. Fo” thread myself a number of years back. Can I too be a coward and a creep? Pretty please with Trump’s dandruff on it?
'Cause teal is just too real.
INT. ORRON III – SPACEPORT/TERMINAL – SUNSET
Nashira is in the spaceport terminal with her parents, saying goodbye to them before she boards the flight to Delantine.
NEMEC: (cont’d) I should pay for your ticket home. There’s enough money ….
NASHIRA: (shakes her head) No. I can’t allow you to fall into bankruptcy – not for me.
CORIN: ‘Shira … we might never see you again. Are you certain this is for the best?
NASHIRA: Anakin needs me, Mom. (hugs Corin) I’ll call you the minute I set down on Delantine. (hugs Nemec) I promise.
They give their final farewells. Nashira then picks up her bags and steps through the checkpoint. Though they do not know it, this is the very last time all three of them will ever be together.
EXT. SPACEPORT/TARMAC – SUNSET
A strong wind blows as Nashira walks toward the cruiser which will take her to Delantine, catching the folds of her dark purple cloak and billowing it out behind her.
EXT. SPACE – DELANTINE
A Consular-class cruiser leaves the atmosphere of Delantine.
INT. CONSULAR/SALON POD
Obi-Wan is seated within the salon pod, joined by other Imperial Starfleet officers and non-coms on the voyage to Coruscant.
Reaching to his side, Obi takes out of a familiar cylindrical object: Anakin’s lightsaber hilt. Examining it briefly, he takes a look out the viewport at Delantine. As the ship jumps to hyperspace, the planet vanishes in a flurry of redshifted starlines.
INT. DELANTINE – ABIEDS-BRANNRID MEDICAL CENTRE/ANAKIN’S ROOM – DAY
Anakin still lies in his bed, strapped down and incapable of moving anything apart from his head. Though he is regularly sedated to keep him docile, he has been using the Force to speed up his metabolism and clear the drugs out of his system at a faster-than-normal rate. Now that Obi-Wan is gone, he can drop the pretense of being a drugged up vegetable and make good his escape from this place.
The door opens and a nurse walks in; accompanying her is a FAMILIAR BLUE ASTROMECH ‘DROID bearing a tray of vials and hypo-syringes. Anakin turns his head to acknowledge her.
NURSE #2: I see you’re looking more chipper than usual, Mr. Skywalker. That’s good. Maybe it’s almost time to cut down on your doses, hmm? Good boys don’t need to be kept juiced up like this.
The nurse picks up a vial and hypo-syringe. Plunging the needle into the vial, she fills the syringe with a pale blue liquid.
ANAKIN: You don’t want to give me that shot.
NURSE #2: Oh, you’re talking? (shakes her head) Such a shame I have to do this ….
ANAKIN: You don’t want to give me that shot.
Now the nurse frowns, puzzled, uncertain.
ANAKIN: You don’t want to give me that shot.
NURSE #2: I don’t want to give you this shot.
ANAKIN: You want to undo these straps.
NURSE #2: I want to undo those straps.
Setting the hypo-syringe down on the tray, the nurse bends over and undos the straps keeping Anakin secure. Sitting up, Anakin rubs his wrists. It is at this point where Artoo begins to BEEP and BLOOP, rocking back-and-forth on his legs.
ANAKIN: You’ve worked hard. You’ve earned yourself a break. Sedate yourself and lie down.
NURSE #2: I’ve worked hard. I’ve earned myself a break. I’m gonna sedate myself and lie down.
Picking up the hypo-syringe, she administers the sedative into herself.
ANAKIN: (rises from the mattress) Go to sleep.
NURSE #2: (yawns) Going to sleep ….
The nurse lies down on the bed. Curling up into a fetal position, she is soon snoring lightly. Artoo starts going postal as Anakin sets about stripping the nurse of her uniform.
ANAKIN: You go to sleep, too.
Crossing over to Artoo, Anakin reaches down and shuts the robot off before he can draw unwanted attention.
INT. ABIEDS-BRANNRID MEDICAL CENTRE/CORRIDOR – DAY
Anakin, now attired in the nurse’s uniform, makes his way along a corridor, ready to slip out the building and to freedom.
As he comes to a turbolift door, he presses a button and waits for the twin doors to open. Once they do, a FAMILIAR GOLDEN PROTOCOL ‘DROID steps out of the cab.
C-3PO: Nurse McMurphy!
In surprised fear, Anakin looks behind him, but there is no one. Taking a gander at the ID tag clipped to the front of his stolen uniform, he sees that McMurphy is the name of the nurse now asleep in his room.
C-3PO: (cont’d) You’ve finally made your transition! Good for you!
ANAKIN: (grins) Yep! I’ll be leaving the toilet seat up from now on! (chuckles uncomfortably)
C-3PO: Enjoy your new life as a male!
ANAKIN: (grimaces) I will….
Threepio saunters off. Anakin quickly slips into the turbolift, releasing a heavy SIGH before the doors close.
INT. BATTLEMOON/SGW-0027’S CABIN
Sigeu is in her cabin, busy painting an abstract depiction of the clone uprising against the Clonemasters on a canvas, when a BUZZ is heard at the door. Setting down her brush and easel, she walks over to the door and opens it.
On the other side of the door stands Uwe, Thex, and a squad of clone shocktroopers. The shocktroopers, armed with black blasters, are clad in close-fitting white jumpsuits, over which is worn white plasteel armour and bullet-shaped helmets with narrow visors and retractable rangefinder antennae. Thex, shorn of his niqab and cloak, has his wrists held in binders.
UIY-2249: Officer SGW-0027, you are to be detained under suspicion of sedition.
SGW-0027: (irate) Sedition!? From what hell did you conjure up that scenario, Commander?!
Bringing up his wrist, Uwe activates his comlink.
SGW-0027: (recording) The superlaser would be better utilized following this campaign. (beat) I’m going to take great pleasure burning Cartao down to a cinder.
THX-1138: (recording) That day’s coming soon, isn’t it?
SGW-0027: (recording) Yes. Then the clones will have no masters.
UIY-2249: (deactivates comlink; smiles) Arrest her.
As two of the shocktroopers step forward, Sigeu takes a step back.
SGW-0027: Execute Order 77.
The shocktrooper pair halts. The shocktroopers remaining outside the door don’t move. Even Uwe, a deep frown coming to his green face, stands still right where he is.
SGW-0027: Commander, unbind Officer THX-1138.
Against his own will, Uwe takes the binders off Thex. Rubbing his wrists, Thex steps inside Sigeu’s cabin and joins her.
THX-1138: Shocktroopers, return to your posts.
Without word, the shocktroopers depart. Now only Uwe stands outside the door, worry etched deep in his usually apathetic features as the two admirals stare at him.
THX-1138: Come inside, Commander, and shut the door.
Uwe does as he is ordered.
UIY-2249: How are you doing this?
SGW-0027: Tin gods that they are, the athas firmly believe that their dominion over clones is absolute, that nothing unexpected could occur in clone development without their being alerted to it.
THX-1138: They’re mistaken.
SGW-0027: Six years ago, hundreds of Force-adept clones – all who had grown weary of the Directorate’s tyranny over us – assembled together on a planet outside the Directorate’s reach. There we began planning for the future.
THX-1138: A future where the Athan Supremacy would be overseen without the athas’ domineering influence.
SGW-0027: We recalled our origins, of how the Directorate covertly imprinted the second generation of shocktroopers bred for the Republic Starfleet with a secret order to turn against their commanders at Atha Prime’s command – Order 66.
THX-1138: It took little effort to uncover the identities of the scientists responsible for developing Order 66.
SGW-0027: After we tracked them down, we procured samples of their DNA and cultured clones from them. Once the clones came to term, we disposed of the templates and replaced them with their duplicates.
THX-1138: Loyal to us and our cause, they set about designing Order 77 – going completely unnoticed by the athas.
SGW-0027: From that moment forward, all future batches were grown with Order 77 in place.
THX-1138: As Order 66 caused that generation of clones to turn against their Republican masters, Order 77 will cause the present generation to turn against the Directorate.
SGW-0027: Including you, Uwe.
THX-1138: Now the time is almost ripe to enact our plan.
SGW-0027: After we have rendezvoused with our enclave forces, after the beachhead at Geonosis has been established, we will execute Order 77 throughout Athan Space. The clone army under our command, we will return to Cartao and annihilate the athas.
THX-1138: Any of our brethren who refuse to accept their birthright will be purged.
SGW-0027: We will then renew the assault against the Empire and fight until every planet in this Galaxy bears our standard.
UIY-2249: (sighs) What do you plan on doing with me?
SGW-0027: You’ve been declawed, Uwe. You can’t act against us now even though you want to. I can order you back to your post and spend not another second worrying over you.
UIY-2249: I would expect that from a compassionate soul.
SGW-002Y: (grins) I’m not compassionate.
UIY-2249: (cocks an eyebrow) Precisely my point.
That’s over 2 hours. What do these savages want, three hours or more?
I will settle for nothing less than 1138 hours.
“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer.”
Probably.
Called it.
EMPEROR
He only wore the Orbalisk armor in Rule of Two. You would know that if you actually read the novels.
He could be talking about the “bald Alice Cooper” look.
Did someone say “Bartman”?
I don’t know the guy from Adam, so I don’t have a clue how good/bad a Lando he would make. Regardless, I lost all interest in this movie months ago.
It will be low-quality vodka.
INT. DELANTINE – IMPERIAL EMBASSY/OBI-WAN’S QUARTERS/MAIN ROOM – DAY
Atop a desk, the disassembled components of Obi-Wan’s damaged lightsaber rest upon a white cloth. Obi-Wan himself is seated in an armchair away from the desk, immersed deep in his own thoughts.
There’s a BUZZ at the door.
OBI-WAN: It’s open.
The door slides open, allowing Bail admittance. Crossing over to the desk, he peers down at the dismantled weapon.
BAIL: What’s the state of your weapon?
OBI-WAN: The power cell and crystals are intact, but the modulation circuits, the field energizers … they’re beyond repair; they’ll have be replaced. (beat) What is it you want, Bail?
BAIL: Raia’s body will be shipped out on the flight to Alderaan within the hour, and I have every intention of going with her to see her put to rest. I thought I’d give my farewells before heading out to the spaceport.
OBI-WAN: Cody knows?
BAIL: Yeah. (beat) He’s doing quite well, y’know. The doctors believe he’s recovered enough to make the trip to Concord Dawn. You should go in to see him before he gets ready to leave.
OBI-WAN: I’ve been meaning to, but with everything’s that happened with Anakin ….
BAIL: I understand. You have a lot on your mind. (beat) What do you plan on doing? With Anakin, that is.
OBI-WAN: In three days, I’ll be leaving for Coruscant. Once there, I’ll await my next assignment. Anakin’s welfare will no longer be my concern.
BAIL: You’re just going to leave him here, the way he is?
OBI-WAN: The paperwork’s already been processed; the Imperial Medical Corps will cover Anakin’s bills. The doctors at the Abieds-Brannrid Medical Centre will give him all the attention and care he requires. They can do more for him than I.
BAIL: (perturbed) Kenobi, you’re his mentor. No, more than that, you’re all but his brother. He needs you more than anyone. You can’t turn away from him, not now when he needs you most.
OBI-WAN: Bail, I …
BAIL: What?
OBI-WAN: Bail, I … I … I can’t even bear to be in the same room with him anymore. (beat) When I’m there, it’s as if I’m not. He just stares straight ahead – straight through me. I talk to him, and he doesn’t answer, doesn’t respond at all. (beat) The Anakin Skywalker I knew – the Anakin I met on Tatooine, who I’ve trained and fought with these last five years – isn’t the man lying restrained in that hospital bed. That man is a stranger, and he frightens me. (beat) God forgive me, he frightens me ….
INT. BATTLEMOON/UIY-2249’S CABIN
Uwe is seated in a chair, reading over the contents on a datapad, when the door to his cabin BUZZES. Standing up, he crosses to the door and opens it. Standing there on the other side is THX-1138.
THX-1138: Officer UIY-2249?
UIY-2249: (nods) I am he.
THX-1138: Would it trouble you if I came in, Commander?
UIY-2249: Not at all, Admiral. (ushers THX-1138 inside) Come, take a seat. I was just about to imbibe a glass of nectarwine. You are more than welcome to join me, of course.
Entering the cabin, Thex takes a seat in the chair directly opposite the one Uwe was sitting in moments before. Crossing over to the bar, the commander takes out two tall glasses.
UIY-2249: I also have Osskorn stout, if nectarwine’s not to your liking.
THX-1138: Nectarwine’s good by me, Commander.
Pouring nectarwine in the two glasses, Uwe carries them over to the two chairs. Handing the admiral his glass, the commander sits down in his chair. Removing his niqab, Thex takes a sip of the wine.
UIY-2249: It’s to your liking?
THX-1138: Quite.
UIY-2249: (smiles) To what do I owe this pleasurable visit, Admiral?
THX-1138: I have a UIY serving aboard the Purifier. I thought it might be edifying if I got to know something about you, to see how the two of you compare.
UIY-2249: How do we fare thus far?
THX-1138: There are similarities. He isn’t a drinker to my knowledge.
UIY-2249: (smiles) Connoisseurship is a learned talent.
THX-1138: I’d figure so.
Uwe takes a long sip of his nectarwine. Allowing the liquid to sit on his palate, his eyes roll up into his head with pleasure.
THX-1138: Commander…?
Eyes rolling back down, Uwe swallows his mouthful.
THX-1138: (cont’d) I’ve observed you with Officer SGW-0027. You’ll obey her orders, follow the commands she gives you, but loosely, with much snark. I get the sense you don’t care much for her.
UIY-2249: I don’t care much for anyone, Admiral.
THX-1138: But hers is an exceptional case. It’s not apathy but antipathy you feel towards her.
UIY-2249: (shrugs) I admit to a modest dislike.
THX-1138: Why do you dislike her?
UIY-2249: I distrust Force-adept clones. Their loyalties are rendered suspect by the nature of their unaltered genomes.
THX-1138: Sigeu’s as loyal to the Directorate as I am – as you are.
UIY-2249: But I am loyal because I cannot be otherwise. You are loyal due to the nanoscopic detonators implanted deep within your medulla oblongatas.
THX-1138: So you distrust me, Commander?
UIY-2249: I do.
THX-1138: Do you dislike me as well?
UIY-2249: That, Admiral, (takes a sip) remains to be determined.
EXT. GEONOSIS – DESERT – DAY
Having dismantled their rudimentary camp and packed up their belongings, the displaced Condawni once again wander through the desolate landscape.
One little girl, MITRA DURAND, is held up between her two parents. A three-year-old child with curly black hair, she is very ill; malnourishment combined with some bug she recently picked up have left her too sick to move about on her own.
Coming to a large conical rock, the wanderers decide to stop and set up camp there.
EXT. CONDAWNI CAMP – TWILIGHT
Mitra wails, crying from the ceaseless hunger which churns her empty stomach. Mrs. Durand holds her to her breast, singing to her and rubbing her back, but neither offer any comfort. When the terrible screams from her daughter become too much to bear, she comes to a final drastic decision: if no food is to be found out there, then she will provide it herself from herself. Handing Mitra over to Mr. Durand, she brings out a knife and begins sawing through her left arm. Alarmed, he tries to stop her, to wrestle the blade out of her hand, and others in the camp come to offer him aid. Mrs. Durand screams, in agony and hysteria both, as the air turns red around her.
In the end, Mrs. Durand cut too deep and bled out too fast for her companions to staunch the flow; she dies.
Chlorian is called forth, and he declares that they will bury her immediately. Mr. Durand decries this decision, saying that she gave her life for Mitra’s; Chlorian has to let Mrs. Durand’s body be processed into meat for the child’s sake. Chlorian will have none of this; they will not reduce themselves to cannibalism, no matter what the circumstances.
EXT. MRS. DURAND’S GRAVE – EVENING
Mrs. Durand has been buried in a shallow grave beyond the camp. As everyone else sleeps, Mr. Durand, determined to honour his wife’s wishes, has come to retrieve the body. After exhuming her, he builds a small fire away from prying eyes and sets about dressing her corpse.
Once the worst of the ghoulish business has been done, Durand collects his daughter for a late dinner.
EXT. CONDAWNI CAMP – MORNING
Durand was sloppy concealing his skullduggery; the others easily find him curled asleep on the ground with Mitra in his arms beside the cooled remnants of his fire, the remains of his wife none-to-expertly deposited back inside the grave. Dragging him back into camp, they bring him before Chlorian. Chlorian isn’t angry, just disappointed, but declares that he can’t allow Durand to get away with what he has done; if he chooses to be lenient, his leniency could be seen as license for others to commit more and more heinous acts of cannibalism. Taking out his blaster, he shoots Durand in the head. With Durand dead, Chlorian orders the body be dragged out into the desert and left there.
INT. BATTLEMOON/OBSERVATION DECK
Sigeu and Thex sit together on the deck, looking out the transparisteel wall at the shell of starships which surrounds Townowi, almost completely blocking all sight of its dazzling white surface from view.
SGW-0027: You should’ve seen the planet before the arrival of all the ships. It’s beautiful – a dazzling globe of white crystal, completely pristine, flawless.
THX-1138: We could always take a shuttle through the blockade, into the atmosphere.
SGW-0027: (shakes her head) It’s not the same. You can only really appreciate it from this view. (beat) The battlemoon’s superlaser’s powerful enough to split open a continent. Perhaps I should order the gunners to fire through the ships, clear an opening….
THX-1138: No. You’d risk marring the planet’s surface.
SGW-0027: You’re right. Besides, the superlaser would be better utilized following this campaign. (beat) I’m going to take great pleasure burning Cartao down to a cinder.
THX-1138: That day’s coming soon, isn’t it?
SGW-0027: (grins) Yes. Then the clones will have no masters.
The two admirals kiss.
INT. BATTLEMOON/UIY-2249’S CABIN
Uwe is seated at his computer terminal. On-screen is a live video feed from the observation deck. As Thex and Sigeu kiss, he grins.
I just almost got into a fight with some Russian guy for yelling “cyka blyat” at him. I’m so glad I’m young enough to do stupid things like that because it was so worth it.
May you be drowned in borscht and your head pickled in vodka, you capitalist pig.
TV’s Frink + Jetrell Fo = OT.com’s greatest love story
Dreamt that I was in a burgeoning yet troubled romance with Jennifer Lawrence.
For reasons that are unknown to me, Ms. Lawrence decided to leave her life as a successful and wealthy actress and move in with me and my family. Though we had lots of chemistry – we did lots of smooching and cuddling and talking – having to suffer the overbearing crassness and ignorance of my father and sister was placing undue stress on her; she was all but ready to move out. This frightened me, 'cause if she left, I would be unable to go with her and would lose her forever. The dream then came to an abrupt end with my father telling me to harvest two cucumbers, one of which had been partially devoured and covered in yellow jackets.
Though it was bittersweet and went unresolved, this was one of the best dreams I’ve had in a while.
We don’t really have general movies/music/tv threads. Should the ‘Last x seen/listened to’ threads be used for that?
Actually, we do have one for music:
http://originaltrilogy.com/topic/Musical-Obsessions/id/17517
I’d for the latter.
I wish I had seen Blue Velvet back in the eighth grade. Then I could’ve stood up and yelled out this quote in my English class.
I’ve been thinking of creating a “Mixing Up TV Quotes” thread. Should I go for it or just co-opt the “Move quotes” thread for that?