DuracellEnergizer

TV’s Frink said:

How would you find that and why would you post it?

I’d tell you, but that would dispell the mystique.

Bingowings said:

You could have wandered into a divergent universe. It happens all the time to me.

*green with envy*

I personally remember Leia in TESB having the cinnamon bun hairstyle and Luke having a blue lightsaber in ROTJ, so yes, memories definitely cannot be relied upon to be 100% accurate.

Mark’s Down On Your Syntax said:

yhwx said:

DuracellEnergizer said:

TESB spans several months, almost a year.

I’d say a few weeks at most.

Could you both give more details about how you see the time passing? What makes one of you feel like it’s months and the other just weeks? This is really interesting.

In my head canon, the Millennium Falcon's trip from Hoth to Bespin took several months travelling at sublight speeds. Time dilation kept the crew from experiencing that amount of time, so that’s why they didn’t arrive starved/dehydrated/really grungy. Luke spent that same amount of time on Dagobah training with Yoda, explaining his advanced Force/lightsaber duelling capabilities and his “I learned so much since then” bit of dialogue.

Friendly Tortoise, Received in Error

yhwx said:

DuracellEnergizer said:

TESB spans several months, almost a year.

I’d say a few weeks at most.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pmk4Tl7PKAY&t=0m2s

Mark’s Down On Your Syntax said:

Poor Sherilyn has succumbed to the ravages of age and, owing to the fact that I’ve seen her in nothing but early to mid 90’s stuff before today, she was the scariest part of the entire movie.

I had a somewhat similar reaction the first time I watched a recent movie with Heather Langenkamp. Being so used to seeing her as a youthful woman in her 20s & 30s, it was kind of unsettling to suddenly see her as a middle-aged woman.

SW spans a week, give-or-take a couple days.

TESB spans several months, almost a year.

ROTJ spans a week.

Those are the timeframes I’m running with, anyway.

Mark’s Down On Your Syntax said:

Do you mean southern Canada or southern US (or southern anywhere else)?

And the loathing for anime will continue to grow exponentially.

I’m going to start speaking with a high-class Southern accent someday.

HansiG said:

I disagree but I don’t care enough to write why.

I’d put my foot in your ass, but I don’t care enough to describe how.

Well, here we are – after almost three years, this screenplay is close to completion. After one more post – maybe two, three at most – this Stargate remake will be finished.

Thank goodness for that, too. I’ve too many scripts in-development as it is; being able to take one off the list will be a godsend.

INT. PYRAMID/STARGATE CHAMBER – SUNSET

A pair of Haru Guards stand within the stargate chamber, facing the gate itself, which stands open, the chevrons and engravings aglow, its torus filled with rippling, silver energy.

A TALL FIGURE emerges from the stargate, the white glow enveloping it fading as it regains three-dimensional form. Clad in a hooded robe of some shimmering, black material, the figure is nine feet tall, the fingers on its hands exceptionally long. As it pulls its hood back, though, it reveals itself to be – if not strictly Homo sapiens – still a member of the same genus. Stepping aside, the tall figure allows SIX MORE INDIVIDUALS to step through the portal. These beings are short, squat, and muscular – dwarvish – but also still of human extraction. Between them they carry a large crate.

As the dwarves set the crate down, one of the Haru Guards approaches the crate. At the lanky being’s command, the dwarves lift the lid of the crate up and off, exposing the bricks inside. The bricks are of a smokey gray, slightly iridescent stone – weapons-grade naqahdah.

INT. LADY OF SLAUGHTER/FAIZAH’S CHAMBERS – SUNSET

Faizah is seated at the long table, engaged in a Senet match – a chess-like game – with one of her servants. Moving an obelisk-shaped piece, she takes one of her opponent’s.

At that moment, Sihathor and two other Haru Guards enter the chambers.

SIHATHOR: The shipment of naqahdah has arrived, Lady Faizah.

FAIZAH: (concentrating on the game) Send the bomb down to the stargate.

With one commanding look from Sihathor, the two falcon-headed guards collect the tray bearing the nuclear bomb and head off for the ring transporter.

EXT. LADY OF SLAUGHTER – SUNSET

More than a dozen figures emerge out of the desert and head for the pyramid. Kawalsky, Feretti, Brown, and the Nagadan kids walk forward with their hands behind their heads, a pair of armed Haru Guards shepherding them from behind; there is no sign of Daniel or O’Neal amongst the captives.

INT. PYRAMID/ANTECHAMBER – SUNSET

Silver light cascades down through the black rings and the pair of Haru Guards with the bomb materialize inside. As the transporter deactivates, the rings retracting back into the ceiling, the Haru Guards head for the gate chamber.

CUT TO

The Haru Guards entering the stargate chamber.

The Haru Guards carry the bomb-laden tray over to the open crate of naqahdah bricks. Lifting the tray up, they set it down atop the bricks, then proceed to turn around and head back on out.

INT. PYRAMID/ENTRANCE HALL – SUNSET

Entering the entrance hall, the pair of Haru Guards and their captives make their way to the entrance into the antechamber. As the approach, the two Haru Guards who delivered the bomb step out. An armoured warrior lifts his hand, commanding them to halt. One of the shepherding Haru Guards then steps forward, approaching the warrior who ordered them to stop.

HARU GUARD #1: (subtitled) We caught the First Worlders and their helpers attempting to sneak back into the city. We’ve brought them back here, as Lady Faizah commanded.

HARU GUARD #2: (scrutinizes the captives; subtitled) The commander and the scribe – where are they?

HARU GUARD #1: (subtitled) Dead – killed in the firefight.

HARU GUARD #2: (subtitled) Why didn’t you report their capture?

HARU GUARD #1: (points at the damaged portions of his armour; subtitled) Our armour was damaged, our long-range transmission capabilities disabled.

The Haru Guard studies the other, blue-green eyes in search of some hidden untruth.

HARU GUARD #2: (subtitled) Disengage your exo-helm.

The other refuses to respond.

Unholstering his energy rifle, the suspicious Haru Guard approaches the other’s companion.

HARU GUARD #2: (angry; subtitled) Disengage your exo-helm!

Instead of obeying, he brings up his own energy rifle – single-barrelled – and jabs it into the Haru Guard’s stomach. The words he then speaks, though heavily bass-toned through the helm’s filters, are in recognizable English.

O’NEAL: How ya doin’?

The disguised colonel squeezes the rifle’s grip and an orange plasma bolt pierces through the Haru Guard’s armour and through his gut, the kinetic energy of the blast hurtling him backward.

As the dead Haru Guard hits the floor, O’Neal and Daniel both disengage their falcon-headed helms, bringing up their energy rifles to focus on the remaining Haru Guard. Just then two other Haru Guards – a pair who had been hiding somewhere within the entrance hall – come out into the open to assist their brother-in-arms.

The resulting firefight is incredibly, intensely bloody. Their hackles now up, the three armoured Haru Guards prove to be formidable opponents, avoiding direct hits from the energy rifles, staff weapon, and M4s of the Terrans and Nagadans long enough to kill several of their opponents. In the end, only five individuals are left standing alive: O’Neal, Daniel, Kawalsky, Sha’ure, and Skarra. Feretti, Brown, and Nabeh are all dead, more unfortunate casualties of this war.

INT. LADY OF SLAUGHTER/FAIZAH’S CHAMBERS – TWILIGHT

Faizah is still engaged in the Senet game with her manservant. By all appearances, she has the upper hand at this point.

Sihathor enters again.

SIHATHOR: You summoned me, milady?

Taking her attention away from the game for a moment, Faizah gestures for the green-black armoured warrior to come to her. As he approaches, she reaches into her robes and pulls out the pendant bearing the Eye of Atum.

FAIZAH: (hands the pendant to Sihathor) Send the bomb to Earth now.

Accepting the pendant, Sihathor bows his head once in acknowledgement, then turns and leaves the chambers.

INT. PYRAMID/STARGATE CHAMBER – TWILIGHT

O’Neal, Daniel, Kawalsky, Sha’ure, and Skarra enter the chamber. As Skarra and Sha’ure see the stargate for the first time in their lives, their mouths drop agape, captivated by and in awe of this magnificent ring of iridescent black stone.

Crossing over to the bomb, the colonel picks it up and sets it down on the floor, standing it up on end. Setting the timer, he activates the weapon.

O’NEAL: Okay, Jackson, fire it up. You’ve got twelve minutes.

Heading for the dialling device, Daniel whips out his notebook and flips to the page with the address for Earth. When he goes to punch in the first glyph, though, the panel won’t depress, won’t light up, and neither does the stargate. He tries pressing other glyph panels, all to the same effect.

DANIEL: (frowns) Something’s wrong.

Leaving the dais, he steps up to the gate itself. Taking hold of the inner ring, he tries to turn it, but the thing won’t budge.

DANIEL: I don’t believe it!

KAWALSKY: What? What is it?

DANIEL: They’ve sealed the stargate!

Joining Daniel at the gate, he, too, tries turning the ring. It still won’t move.

KAWALSKY: He’s right, colonel. It’s locked up tight!

Before they can consider their next course of action, a Haru Guard – grievously wounded, possibly dying, but not yet dead – enters the chamber, double-barrelled energy rifle in hand. As he levels his weapon at O’Neal, Skarra jumps in between them.

O’NEAL: (horrified) Skarra --!

Skarra opens fire with his M4. The bullets make no mark on the Haru Guard’s bronze armour, but they do pass through the holes already present there, punching through the underlying flesh easily. As he collapses backward, the dying Haru Guard triggers his weapon one last time, firing off a shot which cuts straight through the boy.

Bringing up his own rifle, O’Neal fires several shots off into the Haru Guard, finishing him once and for all. Tossing the weapon aside, he then crouches down to the floor, taking the mortally wounded Skarra into his arms. As the boy looks up at the colonel, he smiles one last, faint smile. He then leaves this world, departing for whatever waits beyond.

INT. LADY OF SLAUGHTER/BRIDGE – TWILIGHT

As Sihathor steps up onto the ring platform, he turns around, his face of unyielding rock facing forward. Bringing forth his left arm, he presses down on the large, round blue crystal set in the back of his gauntlet, activating the ring transporter.

As the five black rings come up from the floor to surround him, Sihathor engages his helm, replacing one countenance of living stone with another.

INT. PYRAMID/ANTECHAMBER – TWILIGHT

As the aperture in the antechamber ceiling opens up, casting silver light down onto the floor, Daniel takes up his energy rifle and crosses over into the antechamber, positioning himself under the ten black rings as they make their descent. Sha’ure joins him, and despite his protests, he cannot turn her away.

O’NEAL: Jackson!

As O’Neal and Kawalsky approach the lovers, the rings encircle the scholar and Nagadan beauty completely.

DANIEL: Wait for us.

With a flash of silver light, they are gone, replaced with Sihathor.

As the rings return to their compartment, Sihathor swats O’Neal across the face, knocking the colonel aside. He then points his energy rifle at Kawalsky, firing off a bolt which catches the lieutenant colonel in the chest, sending him flying backward.

Still sounds better than his characterization in ROTS.

I blame copyright laws in general. All copyrighted material should fall into the public domain after thirty years – no copyright extensions, no copyright renewels, and no selling copyrights to dummy companies to work around the lack of extensions and renewels.

ray_afraid said:

Bad album art continues to pour long after the glass is full!

Sorry, but I will never ever listen to Bat Out of Hell again.

I’ve seen the first Child’s Play. As it is with the original Death Wish, I have no desire or inclination to see the sequels.

Bingowings said:

No, no, no – you’re doing it wrong.

or

Now we’re rolling.

I need to read more of Flannery O’Connor’s works.

EXT. CAVE – DAY

The long sandstorm has finally dissipated, allowing Abdju’s trinary stars to burn bright in the vibrant yellow sky once more. As the Nagadans file out of the cave, ready to leave the hills for the open sands, the Earthlings stand off to the side of the rocky entrance, discussing their next course of action.

O’NEAL: (cont’d) It’s too risky. We don’t have the time to orchestrate an uprising. We have to take fast and immediate action.

DANIEL: We can’t just turn our back on the Nagadans. They only serve the Imperium because Atum’s viceroys have used their technological superiority to maintain the illusion that they’re divine.

O’NEAL: We don’t have any choice. All we can do is try and complete our mission.

BROWN: Sir, we owe our lives to these kids. The least we could do –

O’NEAL: Forget it. I have my orders.

Kawalsky then takes a step forward, leaning in close over O’Neal.

KAWALSKY: Then disobey orders.

O’NEAL: (bemused) Excuse me?

KAWALSKY: No, Daniel is right. We won’t accomplish anything unless we tear down the gate back home on Earth. Having friendlies holding down the gate here may give us enough time to do that.

Daniel looks at Kawalsky, surprised and impressed, then back to O’Neal.

DANIEL: Colonel, are you with us or not?

Everyone scrutinizes O’Neal, eagre to know his final decision.

O’NEAL: (sighs) It better work.

INT. PALACE OF THE ELDERS/CENTRAL HALL – DAY

Within the central hall of the Palace of the Elders, a magnificent celebration is underway. A multitude of dancers, attractive men and women in scant clothing, sway and leap and pirouette to the harmonies played by an accompanying band of musicians. Nearer to the back of the room, seated in regal chairs arranged in a semicircle facing the dancers, are the elders themselves. Behind the elders, seated upon a raised throne of flawlessly crafted platinum and gold, is a fully armoured Haru Guard, his helm deployed, the turquoise eyes of his falconesque visage aglow; on either side of him, equipped with energy rifles, stand another two Haru Guards, his lieutenants.

As the dance continues, more than a dozen cloaked figures – hoods pulled up over their faces – enter the hall through one of the side doors, their arrival going all but unnoticed by the revellers captivated by the festivities. They don’t go unnoticed for long. Pushing back his hood, O’Neal then unveils his energy rifle – the same archaic single-barrelled rifle found in the ruins of Old Nagada. Taking careful aim, he unloads multiple shots in rapid succession, blasting holes through weak points in the Haru Guards’ suits of armour, cutting them down before they can react.

The loud reports of plasmafire bring an immediate and abrupt end to the celebrations. Surrounding the remaining Haru Guard, O’Neal and his compatriots pull him down off his throne, training their M4s and captured energy weapons on the armoured but unarmed warrior. Initially dazed at this blatant act of blasphemy, the palace guards come out of their befuddlement to surround the intruders, bringing their muskets to bear. All are now trapped in a Mexican standoff.

Seeing his daughter among the assassins, Kasuf breaks through the palace guards, rushing up to her and grabbing her by the front of her robes, pulling her to him with fierce desperation in his wide brown eyes.

KASUF: (subtitled) You will bring disaster to all of us, daughter!

SHA’URE: (subtitled) Father, we will not remain in servitude to false gods!

Kasuf then begins to rant and rave, first to his daughter, then to the other Nagadans assisting the Terrans.

O’NEAL: Jackson, what’s he saying?

DANIEL: He’s saying we’re going to bring a massacre down upon his people, that Atum will slaughter everyone who disobeys. Now he’s telling them not to cooperate with us, not to anger the gods.

O’NEAL: Don’t anger the gods, huh?

Heedless of the musket barrels trained on his back, O’Neal approaches the Haru Guard in the bronze crystalline armour. Leaning in close, he peers into the burning turquoise eyes of the falconesque countenance, wholly contemptuous of the armoured being standing before him.

O’NEAL: (cont’d) This guy ain’t no god!

Bringing up his energy rifle, O’Neal unloads a plasma bolt at point-blank range right into the mechanized falcon head, slagging it and catapulting the Haru Guard clear off his feet. As the Haru Guard lands on the other side of the room, his helm hopelessly damaged, it begins to crackle with iridescent energy, the atoms writhing and churning as the gaseous membrane holding them in place deteriorates. The compromised helm finally disintegrates, falling away in a cascade of glittering bronze sand, revealing the all-too human visage which is the true face of the Haru Guard. Kasuf, the other elders, the palace guards, and all the other revellers are struck dumb by the sight of the unmasked would-be god.

DANIEL: (to the Nagadans; subtitled) Take a look at your god! He is a man like any other!

The Haru Guard, struck senseless by the blast but otherwise unharmed, climbs back to his feet. His face contorted in rage at this gross violation of his person, he makes a dash for the colonel, armoured fingers outstretched for his throat. Before O’Neal can defend himself, Daniel takes initiative; bringing up the staff weapon he has had on his person this whole time, the Egyptologist opens fire on the Haru Guard, unloading four plasma bolts in quick succession; three slam into his suit of armour, leaving only slight damage where they hit, but the fourth takes the Haru Guard’s unshielded head clean off.

Daniel stands there, looking down upon the headless remains of the warrior he just slew, staff weapon quivering in his shaking hands. This is the first time he’s ever killed another human being.

O’NEAL: Not so easy, is it?

Gently pushing Daniel and the colonel out of the way, Kasuf approaches the headless corpse. Looking down on it, his expression one of mixed shock and confusion, he then takes off his outer robe. Bending low, he drapes the robe over the corpse, hiding it from sight, then gets down on his knees and begins to pray, the tones in his voice heavy with dread.

As the others gathered for the festivities join Kasuf, kneeling down on the floor to add their own lamentations and pleas for forgiveness to his, Daniel, O’Neal, and the others realize their efforts to spark off a rebellion have failed.

Yes, the Sith are so boring.

Maybe if they wore Hawaiian shirts …