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Just 'cause this stupid bickering is ruining it.
Temple of the Dog – Temple of the Dog
Purple – Stone Temple Pilots
Just so everyone knows how anal retentive I am:
http://starwarsdivergentuniverse.blogspot.ca/2014/08/a-guide-to-my-personal-canon.html
After a fashion.
http://originaltrilogy.com/discussion/Script-Writing-and-Re-writing/id/21
It doesn’t get as much love as it deserves, though.
One thing I genuinely liked about the PT was the three way duel between Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon and Maul. The […] choreography […] were all great.
Consider my ass laughed off.
I’m certain Frink catches the reference.
Saw this on TV in 1994:
What is this thread about again?
This thread currently fills me with the desire to shave my calluses and start a death metal band called Shaved Calluses.
INT. LADY OF SLAUGHTER/HOLDING CELL – DAY
A grate in the ceiling of the holding cell slides open, and Sihathor tosses O’Neal’s unconscious form inside. Upon hitting the cold water which fills the cell, O’Neal is immediately roused to consciousness, springing up and ready to fight. There are no enemies waiting for him, however; only Kawalsky, Feretti, Brown, and Freeman occupy the cell with him.
KAWALSKY: Colonel, it’s us! You alright?
The ceiling grate slides closed again, and O’Neal looks up. Sihathor looks down at him, smirking, then spits down at him before leaving.
KAWALSKY: Where’s Jackson?
O’Neal’s expression of fear and shock tells the lieutenant colonel the whole story.
EXT. BASE CAMP – DAY
Skarra and the others are rummaging through the remains of the base camp, digging in the sand and searching under the toppled tents for any equipment or supplies which survived the sandstorm intact.
As Nabeh finds a green helmet and sets it down on his enlarged cranium, another of the kids – a girl maybe thirteen or fourteen years old – unearths a large crate. As she flings the top open, her face lights up with wonder.
GIRL #1: (in Low Kemetic, subtitled) Guys, guys – I’ve found something, something big!
Dropping what they are doing, the others all crowd in around the girl on all sides, leaning forward to peer inside the crate. This is the very crate of two dozen M4 carbines Daniel had dragged here all those days ago.
NABEH: (subtitled) Guns?
SKARRA: (nods; subtitled) Different guns from the ones Black Hat and his friends were carrying.
Taking one of the M4s, Skarra begins looking it over. Pointing the muzzle skyward, he tries pulling back on the trigger, but finds it stuck.
SKARRA: (subtitled) I can’t fire it. The trigger won’t bend.
GIRL #2: (subtitled) Maybe it’s jammed.
Fiddling around with the weapon, he eventually manages to find and release the safety catch; now the trigger bends back, but still the weapon won’t fire.
SKARRA: (subtitled) It must be unloaded. (beat) Start looking for bullets. They must’ve have brought some here with them.
At that, the teenagers resume digging in the sand, now on the search for ammunition.
EXT. BUS STOP (MINDSCAPE)
Daniel sits alone on a bench at a bus stop, legs close together, his sack of books at his feet. Surrounding him from all sides is a heavy pea soup fog. The fog before him lifts a little, revealing that the bus stop is situated on the edge of the shore of a large, black lake. Stealing a glance at his watch, Daniel sighs with frustration.
Something then appears on the lake, far in the distance, obscured behind the fog. As it moves closer, on approach for the shore, it emerges from the heavy mists and its identity becomes clear; it is a long, narrow boat crewed by THREE FIGURES: two passengers, who remained seated, and the seven-foot-tall ferryman, who stands guiding the craft forward with each slow push of his long pole.
As the boat comes ashore, Daniel rises to his feet, collects his heavy book sack, and – with a heavy grunt – steps forward. Now we are afforded a clear view of who, exactly is on the boat; the passengers are Reilly and Porro, very life-like is spite of the caved-in skull and broken neck they sport, respectively; the ferryman, clad in a hooded robe of black sackcloth, bearing sallow skin, hollow cheeks, cataracted eyes, and a five-foot-long gray beard, is CHARON, the Greek psychopomp himself.
CHARON: Room for one more.
DANIEL: But I’m waiting for a bus.
CHARON: The bus has been cancelled – because of Death.
Reaching into the nasty hole burned through his abdomen, Daniel pulls out a bus ticket.
DANIEL: (holds out the ticket) But … my ticket.
Reaching into his robe, Charon pulls out a large pair of scissors and cuts the ticket in two.
CHARON: Climb aboard.
Shrugging, Daniel climbs into the boat and takes a seat beside the two dead non-coms. Charon then pushes the boat out into the water and proceeds to guide it back from whence it came.
INT. CHARON’S BOAT – TRAVELLING (MINDSCAPE)
As Charon silently guides the boat across the placid, dark waters, Daniel turns to regard his two companions.
DANIEL: Reilly, Porro – you’re dead, too?
REILLY: (grins) We certainly are.
PORRO: That Sihathor really did a number on us. (beat) I’ve got no complaints, though.
REILLY: Yeah, me neither. Got me a sweet little number waiting for me on the other side; she died fourteen years ago. (frowns) Hope she’s aged well.
They finally come to their destination on the far side of the lake. Rising up from the rocky shore, disappearing into the dark clouds above, is a tremendous stairway of black stone.
PORRO: Well, here we are. (stands up) Be seeing you, Doc.
DANIEL: Likewise.
Leaving the boat, the non-coms begin climbing the grand stairway, soon slipping into the clouds where they disappear from sight.
Now alone with Charon, Daniel looks up at the cadaverous ferryman. When the psychopomp says nothing – when he doesn’t so much as acknowledge the ex-Egyptologist’s continued presence with a downward glance – Daniel sighs and, picking up his heavy sack, steps out of the boat and begins the long, laborious climb up the stairway.
EXT. PEARLY GATES (MINDSCAPE)
Reaching the top of the stairs, Daniel finally finds himself on a short causeway which leads to the pearly gates of Heaven itself.
As he moves on approach for the gates, Daniel pauses as he comes upon a white marble statue. The statue, carved in the Greco-Roman style, is shaped in the likeness of a beautiful woman; it is Sha’ure herself. In her hands, she holds a bust; it is the exact duplicate of the bust he gifted to Catherine Langford before leaving through the stargate. At this point, it is finally made clear why Daniel found Sha’ure so uncannily familiar upon their meeting; she is the living twin of the long-dead woman whose likeness his bust was carved to represent.
Leaving the statue, he completes his trek to the pearly gates, where SAINT PETER stands in wait for him, a large, heavy book in hand.
DANIEL: (frowns) Saint Peter? Is that you?
ST. PETER: (bored) I’m certainly not Saint Nick, kid. (opens the book) Name?
DANIEL: Daniel – Daniel Jackson.
ST. PETER: (looks through book) Daniel Jackson … Daniel Jackson. (beat) Would that be Daniel T. Jackson?
DANIEL: No. My middle initial’s “G”.
ST. PETER: Ah, yes, Daniel G. Jackson. (beat) Oh, I’m sorry, but you can’t get in yet.
DANIEL: (frowns) I can’t? Why the he–
Saint Peter frowns.
DANIEL: (cont’d) --double hockey sticks not?
ST. PETER: Says here that you haven’t been weighed yet. (closes book) Sorry, kid, but you’ve got to pay Osiris and Anubis a visit first before passing through these gates.
Stepping to the side, Saint Peter uncovers a lever which had been hidden behind him the whole time. Taking hold, he pulls it back, opening a trapdoor beneath Daniel’s feet.
INT. BLACK VOID (MINDSCAPE)
Falling through the trapdoor, Daniel hits the unseen floor of the void. Even with the bright white light shining down from the opening above, his surroundings remain a perfectly featureless black.
At the very moment Daniel climbs to his feet, five things materialize in this void: OSIRIS, the green-faced lord of the underworld; ANUBIS, the jackal-headed god of judgement; THOTH, the ibis-headed scribe; AMMIT, the crocodile/lion/hippopotamus devourer; and a large scale. These five things are all enormous in size, each towering over Daniel, who is but an ant beneath them.
OSIRIS: Daniel Jackson, son of Melburn and Claire, do you know why you are here?
DANIEL: For judgement – to see whether or not my heart is free of sin, if I’m worthy of joining my loved ones on the other side.
OSIRIS: You catch on pretty quick. (to Anubis) Let’s get this going. I’ve got dinner with Isis at 4:00, and I don’t want to be late getting to the restaurant. Traffic’s absolute he–
ST. PETER: (O.S.) Ahem!
OSIRIS: (cont’d) – absolute heck this time of day.
Reaching into his kilt, Anubis pulls out a feather – the feather of Maat. Licking his fingers, Anubis straightens the barbs of the feather, then gently lays it down on one of the two sides of the scale. He then picks Daniel up and sets him down on the other side.
Daniel immediately proves much heavier than the feather.
OSIRIS: Well, that’s that. Toss ‘im.
Picking Daniel back up, Anubis crosses over to Ammit, who starts wagging her tail eagrely in anticipation.
ANUBIS: Hey, Ammit – would you like a biscuit?
Ammit begins panting fiercely.
ANUBIS: Then stand, girl, stand!
Ammit rises up on her hind legs.
ANUBIS: Good girl! Here you are!
The jackal god tosses Daniel into the air, and Ammit snaps the little man up in her long crocodilian jaws.
INT. LADY OF SLAUGHTER/FAIZAH’S BEDROOM – SUNSET
With a hoarse cry of panic, Daniel bolts upright, gasping as he comes to. Looking around, he finds himself on the pyramid ship, seated on the spacious bed Feretti had seen earlier. Looking down at the large hole burned through his shirt, he feels around inside for the wound he knows should be there, but there is no wound at all; there isn’t even a scar to mark where one had been. Reaching up to his face, he finds he no longer has his glasses. Indeed, he no longer needs his glasses, for his vision is now perfect.
Rising from the bed, he finds a manservant standing in the doorway. This boy, one of the very same scantily clad youths who unveiled the bomb earlier, gestures for Daniel to follow him.
INT. LADY OF SLAUGHTER/BATHING ROOM – SUNSET
Within a bathing pool, the Sekhmet Guard – FAIZAH – lies submerged up to her breasts in hot, steaming water, eyes closed in relaxation. Now shed of her armour and all accoutrements, she allows her long, full, curly black hair to frame her face and cascade down her shoulders.
As Daniel enters the room with the manservant, her eyes fling open, burning into him.
FAIZAH (SEKHMET GUARD): If was foolish of you to reopen your stargate, man of the First World. The presence of you and yours was detected here the very moment you stepped through the gateway.
DANIEL: (amazed) You – you speak English?
FAIZAH: (half-smiles) After a fashion. (beat) After my guard’s blast-lance felled you, I had your ka-less form – and those of your fallen companions – sent back to my world. While the healers of Aset peeled their brains in search of information, I had them also repair your body. During the procedure, lingual nanites were injected into the language centres of your brain. All the tongues known to the Imperium are now cognizant to you, and vice-versa. (beat) Consider it a gift.
Faizah then rises from the pool, allowing rivulets of water to run down the length of her strong, beautiful body. As a pair of manservants slip her into a translucent black robe, Daniel catches note of her belly; where a navel should be is a pair of slits criss-crossing her abdomen to form an “X”.
DANIEL: You aren’t human.
FAIZAH: (cocks an eyebrow) I was human – once. My years of service to the gods have granted me greater status. I am now Jaffa, first prime of Sekhmet, war goddess of the Imperium.
DANIEL: Jaffa ….
FAIZAH: The Jaffa are the pinnacle of humanity – enhanced by the prim’ta to have greater strength, endurance, health, and longevity than any mere human.
DANIEL: Prim’ta?
Sliding her hand down her chest to her stomach, Faizah slips her fingers past the “X” slit into her abdomen, drawing a cringe from Daniel. Amused by Daniel’s revulsion, she plunges her entire hand inside, taking hold of what lies within and pulling it out. In her grasp is a wriggling, white, worm-like creature with two beady, black eyes and weak four-pronged jaws.
FAIZAH: A remnant of a race subdued by Atum in ages past. Where they once sought to ravage the Imperium, they now serve it dutifully through us.
Faizah returns the prim’ta to its pouch.
DANIEL: The godlings, Atum’s viceroys – are they, too, Jaffa?
FAIZAH: They are … more than Jaffa. How much more, that is not for me to say.
Tying her robe in place, Faizah steps out of the bathing room, accompanied by her servants. Daniel follows them.
INT. LADY OF SLAUGHTER/FAIZAH’S CHAMBERS – SUNSET
Entering her chambers, Faizah steps past a long marble table and crosses over to a dressing chair. As she sits down in it, her manservants proceed to brush her hair and apply her makeup. As Daniel steps inside, he sees the table and everything laid out on it: guns; ammo; radios; dog tags; jewellery, some of his books; even an entire uniform stripped from one of the dead airmen.
DANIEL: You said you had the minds of my friends searched for information. You must know everything they knew.
FAIZAH: (nods) Yes.
DANIEL: Then you must know we came here as explorers.
FAIZAH: You may have come through in the spirit of exploration, as did your guards. But your commander? (shakes her head) No. (beat) You of Earth have harnessed the power of the atom; you have become dangerous. You may no longer be under the thrall of the likes of Ushabti and Nem, but your chieftains still mean to bring war to us.
DANIEL: What are you going to do?
FAIZAH: My mistress has ordered me to send your weapon back to your world. I will encase it within a shipment of weapons-grade naqahdah. It will increase your weapon’s destructive power a hundredfold.
DANIEL: Why did you give me back my life?
With a wave of her hand, Faizah dismisses her servants. Rising from her chair, Faizah approaches Daniel – groomed, made-up, naked save for the thin robe which covers her body.
FAIZAH: The Imperium encompasses a thousand worlds; I have not seen your like on any of them. (smiles) You will serve me.
DANIEL: And if I refuse?
FAIZAH: Then I shall destroy you (leans in close) and all who have seen you.
INT. RUINS/HALL OF HIEROGLYPHS – EVENING
Sha’ure is back down in the ruins, examining the hieroglyphs by lantern-light, when Skarra and Nabeh enter.
SKARRA: Sha’ure.
Sha’ure turns at the sound of his voice.
SKARRA: The gods have called an assembly … an execution.
SHA’URE: Skarra, Nabeh, I want you to listen.
As she beckons them to come hither, the two boys approach.
SHA’URE: I want you to know what Daniel told me, about where our people came from … and why we can’t let this happen.
The pair looks up at the pictures on the walls as the young woman begins her tale.
“Take Me in Your Arms (Rock Me a Little While)” – The Doobie Brothers
I rate this thread a 10.
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen The Bunny™ transcript … a long time.
We all go a little mad sometimes. Haven’t you?
I have. One time I almost thought TFA was worse than the prequels. But then the fever broke.
I don’t believe you! It’s another trick!
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen The Bunny™ transcript … a long time.
I ADMIT NOTHING
Well, except that my anime on this subject will be awesome. Wait until you get a load of Maul’s tentacles.
I hope they have spikes like the ones on his head.
акылга сыярлык көрүнөт.
This is not the “What Is Wrong With DE Posts?” thread.
یہ ہو جائے گا … یہ ہو جائے گا .
ENGLISH
Seriously, I don’t speak Russian. I have a couple of friends who do, though.
Confusing Kyrgyz with Russian? Oh, you better believe that’s a paddlin’.
The only thing you can judge me for is the fact that I don’t know what tentacle porn is.
Isn’t it self-evident?
EXT. OLD NAGADA – DAY
Leaving the depths of the ruins, the Terrans start off on the long trek for the pyramid. As O’Neal and his men begin their march, Daniel lingers a moment, taking a look back. Standing there behind him, Skarra and his friends behind her, is Sha’ure. Eyes of intense blue meeting eyes of richest brown, a subliminal connection is made, and in an instant they share a realization – a realization that in another place, under other circumstances, they could have shared a life together.
KAWALSKY: C’mon, Jackson.
With that, the spell is broken. Turning his back to Sha’ure, Daniel leaves for the open ocean of sand.
DESERT – MONTAGE
For the next several hours, the colonel, lieutenant colonel, senior airman, and Egyptologist trudge through the desert, passing over and under dunes until they finally come to the road, unaware that Skarra, Nabeh, and the rest of their small band are following along behind them at a respectable distance.
EXT. LADY OF SLAUGHTER – DAY
Emerging from the open desert, they finally come to the end of the road. In wait for them is a most unwelcome surprise. Past the twin obelisks, past the entrance ramp, the pyramid of red granite all but hidden beneath its awesome bulk, is the Lady of Slaughter. With the three suns low in the eastern sky, the entire front face of the bronze-panelled craft has been cast in shadow, lending it an air of quiet, foreboding menace.
BROWN: Looks like somebody was home after all.
KAWALSKY: What the hell is that?
DANIEL: It’s a spaceship. (takes notice of the others’ skeptical stares) Well, maybe not a spaceship, but some sort of flying machine. It was on the ruin walls.
Silently, O’Neal cocks his P90. Taking off in a low sprint, he makes a dash for the pyramid. Arming his own weapon, Kawalsky follows after the colonel, covering him.
BROWN: (hands Daniel an M9) Here. You might need this.
Daniel takes the pistol, and he and Brown take off in a run, joining the colonel and lieutenant colonel as they sprint up the stone entrance ramp into the pyramid.
Still on their trail, the Nagadan kids follow them up to the pyramid.
INT. PYRAMID/ENTRANCE HALL – DAY
As Kawalsky and Brown take up guard positions behind the forward columns, O’Neal moves deeper into the chamber, where he finds the spent ammo casings lying in the dust on the floor. Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly spots movement – a vaguely humanoid figure moving from behind one column to another. Taking hold of Daniel and dragging them both over to a column, the colonel takes cover behind it.
EXT. LADY OF SLAUGHTER – DAY
Climbing up a shelf of sand which had accumulated against the base of the pyramid during the sandstorm, Skarra and his friends peer in through the slot-like windows into the entrance hall.
INT. PYRAMID/ENTRANCE HALL – DAY
Hearing the approaching steps of an enemy, Brown braces himself against his column, collecting his resolve and his nerves, before leaping out into the open. Standing out there before him, energy rifle in hand and eyes glowing blue-green within the sockets of a falconesque head, is the dreadful form of a Haru Guard; lower in rank than Sihathor, this Haru Guard is armoured in bronze crystal rather than the green-black variety.
Bringing his gun to bear, Brown pulls back the trigger, emptying a full round into the bronze monster. Unharmed, the Haru Guard brings up its energy rifle and Brown goes down, the weapon’s electrical beam sending him sprawling.
CUT TO
O’Neal as he sees Kawalsky, who has been grappling with another bronze Haru Guard, lifted off his feet and thrown back into a wall, knocking the big man out cold.
As the Haru Guard who dispensed with Brown appears, aiming its rifle in Daniel’s direction, the colonel automatically leaps into action.
O’NEAL: Look out!
Taking Daniel by the collar, the colonel pulls him out of the way just in time to avoid being struck down by the blue-green beam. Swiveling his gun into position, O’Neal returns fire, then he pulls the Egyptologist alongside him in a mad dash for the stargate chamber.
DANIEL: Where are we going?!
O’Neal has no time to answer. He and Daniel duck inside the antechamber, avoiding another energy beam blast.
INT. PYRAMID/STARGATE CHAMBER – DAY
Bounding down the ramp, the colonel looses his hold on the scholar’s collar, dauntless as he crosses through the antechamber into the gate chamber directly to the FRED.
DANIEL: Why are we going to the stargate? We can’t leave without the others.
O’NEAL: Stay right here and shoot anything that comes down that ramp.
DANIEL: What are you doing?
O’NEAL: Just cover me.
Opening the FRED’s secret compartment, O’Neal takes a look inside. It’s completely empty; the bomb isn’t there.
DANIEL: (crosses over to O’Neal) What is it? What’re you looking for?
O’NEAL: (stoney) It’s gone.
At that very moment, the circular recess in the ceiling of the antechamber opens up, the inner disc splitting apart into eight separate sections which draw inward, revealing an inner compartment which casts a column of bright white light down upon the floor with a corresponding mechanical HUM. Twisting around, Daniel brings his pistol up as ten black stone rings drop down from the opening. Piling up, one stacked atop the other, they form an iridescent black column. A stream of silver energy passes down through the rings – the surplus light escaping through the gaps between the rings and bringing brief, intense illumination to the chamber – and a black shape takes form within them. The process complete, the rings ascend back into their compartment and the recess closes once more.
Standing where empty space had been only moments before, green-black armour glistening in the scant light of the stargate chamber, is the form of the Haru Guard Sihathor.
Daniel keeps his gun trained on Sihathor, ready but apprehensive to open fire on this dark god, when the other two falcon-headed warriors finally enter the gate chamber and take position behind their leader, bringing their weapons to bear.
O’NEAL: Put it down, Jackson.
Almost as if to punctuate the colonel’s request, Sihathor unholsters his own energy rifle and levels it at Daniel.
Conceding defeat, Daniel finally lowers the pistol.
INT. LADY OF SLAUGHTER/BRIDGE – DAY
With a flash of silver light, Daniel and O’Neal materialize aboard the Lady of Slaughter with their Haru Guard escort. Unlike the ring transporter down in the pyramid, this transporter utilizes only five rings, all of which are stored in a compartment under the floor rather than in the ceiling, indicating perhaps that it is a newer, more advanced model.
Once the black rings have slipped down into the floor, the five figures find themselves standing on a raised, circular platform. Leading away from the platform is a low, narrow catwalk which crosses the length of the chamber, connecting to the command section at the front of the bridge. Barking a deep, mechanically filtered command, Sihathor prods the two Earthlings with the barrels of his rifle. Getting the message, they step off the platform onto the catwalk.
Crossing the catwalk, Sihathor and his two subordinates behind them, the colonel and the doctor are taken clear across to the front of the bridge. At the command deck wait three figures: a PAIR OF FEMALE UBASTE GUARDS, armed with long copper-plated sceptres, who stand in guard at either side of a SEKHMET GUARD, who is seated upon the throne-like captain’s chair. Unlike the Haru Guards, the cat-headed Ubaste Guards are not garbed in full body armour; from the shoulders down, they are garbed in white linen tunics and kilts, their exposed arms, legs, and midriffs hard with lean muscle. In contrast, the Sekhmet Guard is fully enclosed in armour of iridescent silver, a midnight blue cloak clasped about her shoulders, the eyes in her lioness’ head alive with yellow flame.
Making a harsh proclamation in his tongue, Sihathor knocks Daniel’s and O’Neal’s legs out from under them, forcing them to kneel before the silver entity before them. The Earthmen’s eyes riveted upon her, the Sekhmet Guard raises a single hand, issuing an order to her underlings. Sensing something of import in her unintelligible words, Daniel begins to scrutinize his captors, waiting for whatever is now about to transpire.
One by one, the helms of the animal-headed guards dissolve. Breaking apart into disparate segments, the helms collapse in on themselves, shrinking down and retracting until the skullcapped heads of human beings are fully revealed. Like the Nagadans, each of the guards are of Hamitic and Nubian extraction, and they are all – to differing extent – physically attractive; Sihathor, in particular, bears an aquiline nose and strong chin which lends him a striking, regal air. Their eyes, though, are hard and cold – harsh and unfeeling.
Turning their attentions to the Sekhmet Guard, the Earthlings watch as her mask then disintegrates into the collar around her neck. The Sekhmet Guard is, to put it unflatteringly, an unspeakable beauty. Her skin, without blemish or flaw, is the rich brown of darkest chocolate; her lips, sensuous in their fullness, are painted a deep black; her dark eyes, accented with red eyeliner, are fierce and hungry – the eyes of a lioness on the prowl. The face of their mistress bared to them, the Haru Guards kneel, getting down on one knee in reverence before her.
SEKHMET GUARD: (in High Kemetic, subtitled) You have come here to destroy us.
With a gesture, the Sekhmet Guard summons two man servants. Carrying an ornate tray between them, the two slender, scantily clad man-children cross over to the space between their mistress and the captives, setting the tray down on the floor there before speedily departing. Situated upon the tray is O’Neal’s bomb.
DANIEL: (alarmed) What is that? (turns to O’Neal) That’s a bomb, isn’t it? That’s what you were looking for. (beat) What the hell were you thinking? What’d you come here for?
O’Neal doesn’t say anything. Instead, he turns on Sihathor and strikes, punching the Haru Guard in his now-unshielded kisser. Wresting the energy rifle out of the senseless Haru Guard’s limp fingers, the colonel turns on the other two Haru Guards, takes aim, and squeezes the handgrip twice in rapid succession. Instead of releasing beams of blue-green electrical energy from the secondary barrel, this time the weapon discharges bolts of concentrated orange plasma from the primary barrel; with a pair of strong CHOOMS, the plasma bolts bore through both their heads, bursting them like overripe melons in a microwave.
The bridge then erupts into chaos. As O’Neal spins back around, opening fire on one of the two Ubaste Guards, the other springs into action; levelling her sceptre in the colonel’s direction, she slides her hand along the underside of the instrument; in automatic response, the pod-like head of the staff splits open, crackling with energy.
DANIEL: (leaping between the Ubaste Guard and O’Neal) Wait! Stop! No! No --!
A plasma bolt springs from the woman warrior’s staff weapon, punching through Daniel’s gut and driving him into the floor with enough kinetic force to halt a charging rhino.
Daniel’s body sprawled out twisted and lifeless, the colonel sets his sights on the Sekhmet Guard. Eyes burning with challenge, she rises from her seat and spreads her arms apart, providing the Terran a clear kill shot. O’Neal takes it, squeezing the handgrip to unload yet another devastating plasma bolt. This time, however, the bolt is stopped dead-cold as it meets an invisible protective force field enveloping her body, disincorporating and dissipating completely without leaving a single mark on her or her suit of armour.
Before O’Neal can try squeezing off another shot, Sihathor – recovered from the blow which felled him – comes up behind the colonel and brings his armoured elbow down between the Earthling’s vulnerable shoulder blades, rendering him unconscious with a single blow.
Just as the large Haru Guard gets ready to deliver the out-cold colonel a serious beating, the Sekhmet Guard orders him back. Deferring to her command, he takes a step back, bowing in supplication. Leaving her throne, she crosses over to O’Neal. Looking him over, she then goes to Daniel. Bending low, she turns him over; that is when she sees the gold pendant, the Eye of Atum itself looking back up at her.
A few small updates: I’ve decided to change the location of Abdju from the Sagittarius Galaxy to the far edge of the Milky Way. Also, I’ve decided to name the pyramid ship which has arrived on Abdju the Lady of Slaughter.
Yeah, Rebels did a pretty decent job making Maul interesting.
I watched the first three seasons of Bates Motel over the last couple days.
Though the series is pretty predictable – though the drug subplots feel tacked on, like they belong in an entirely different series – I really do like the cast. I’m especially fond of Vera Farmiga as Norma Bates, who does a really excellent job portraying the character as a troubled, flawed, but still caring mother. Her version of Norma is essentially the mirror version of Olivia Hussey’s Norma from Psycho IV – completely different in all respects, physically and psychologically – but just as interesting a character all the same.
7/10
I am so glad I am never going to ever see that movie.
The budget for a live action Star Wars show would have to be immense to have the effects be compelling which is definitely doable. The real questions are:
- Who should be writing the show?
The guy who created Babylon 5.
- Who should be casted in the show?
Canadians.
- Who should direct the show?
Not Mick Garris.
- When should this show take place in the timeline?
All the flavours of the rainbow.
- What should the tone of this show be?
All the colours of the wind.
- Should the show be more action or character oriented?
Yes.