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‘Star Wars Billy Dee Williams Uses Both Male and Female Pronouns’:-
https://www.out.com/celebs/2019/11/30/star-wars-billy-dee-williams-comes-out-gender-fluid
I’m less surprised by this than I thought I would be. He does radiate subtle “mama bear” vibes.
OKSANA POPLAVSKY
EXT. SPACE
TITLE CARD: The Milky Way Galaxy, a long time from now….
A vast sea of stars serves as the main backdrop for the main title, followed by a rollup, which crawls up into infinity.
STAR WARS
THE UNIFYING FORCE
It is a time of turmoil. The Galactic Republic is at war with a fanatical enemy. Law and order stand at a breaking point. Chaos reigns.
Taking advantage of the strife, the mysterious Potentium has been orchestrating raids all along the Outer Rim.
In the wake of these attacks, the Jedi, the guardians of peace and justice in the galaxy, have assigned one of their knights to investigate and uncover the underlying plan of the marauders….
PAN UP
To the cyan water planet Minntooine, her three moons glowing against the darkness.
The Radiant VII, a small Consular-class cruiser, races through space, pursued closely by the Nyax, an immense Lucrehulk-class battleship. Between the two ships streak innumerable green-&-orange laser beams.
INT. RADIANT VII/COCKPIT
CAPTAIN MAOI MADAKOR and LIEUTENANT ANTIDAR WILLIAMS man the controls.
CAPT. MADAKOR
I can feel them breathing up my skirt, Lieutenant. Can’t you coax more speed from the engines?
LT. WILLIAMS
Sublights are burning at maximum, Captain. Had I time, I could bypass the safety protocols, give us a boost …
CAPT. MADAKOR
(sighs) Time’s a commodity we’re short on. (beat) How long 'til the jump to lhyt-speed?
LT. WILLIAMS
Navicomp’ll have the coordinates in five minutes.
EXT. SPACE — MINNTOOINE
The green beams from the Radiant’s batteries are too weak to pierce the Nyax’s deflector shields. Conversely, the battleship’s orange beams overwhelm the cruiser’s shields, penetrating the metal hull.
INT. RADIANT VII/COCKPIT
The Radiant rattles violently, jerking the captain and lieutenant forward in their seats.
INT. RADIANT VII/SALON POD
Seated within the spacious pod are seven passengers, SIX GIRLS and a WOMAN. The woman is a beautiful forty-something near-Human with long green-white hair, glittering white skin, and radiant green-gold eyes, ZUL DANAAN. The oldest of the six girls is a pretty fourteen-year-old with collar-length red hair and soulful blue eyes, NASHIRA DUQUESNE. All seven wear the simple sleeveless, hooded brown gowns of the Fallanassi, or Adepts of the White Current.
EXT. SPACE
The smaller Republic ship is being drawn into the dock of the giant Potentium starship.
INT. RADIANT VII/SALON POD
Tension mounts as loud metallic latches clank and the scream of heavy equipment are heard moving around the outside hull of the ship.
INT. RADIANT VII/COCKPIT
Madakor and Williams, having regained their senses, are busy undoing the restraints of their seats when a loud hissing begins issuing through the sealed doors into the cockpit.
The cockpit doors disappear in a terrific explosion, the air filling with acrid black smoke as an insectoid DESTROYER ROBOT strides in on three legs. The two officers clear their pistols from their holsters, but are instantly mowed down under a hail of yellow plasmafire from the robot’s twin blasters.
INT. RADIANT VII/UPPER DECK
Dropping through a hole cut in the hull overhead, dozens upon dozens of destroyers roll into the small cruiser. Spreading throughout the ship, they assume battle stance and begin slaughtering the crewmen with their blasters.
INT. RADIANT VII/HOLD
Inside the small, dark, cramped hold, a number of robots and Cyborgs lay strewn about, all either deactivated or in low-power mode. One of these Cyborgs is ARTOO-DETOO. Artoo’s brain is encased within a short barrel-shaped tripod, his face a mass of computer lights surrounding a radar eye.
As the hold door slides open, casting light inside, Artoo awakens. As a crewman enters, a yellow plasma bolt blasts through his chest, dropping him. Artoo fidgets nervously as one of the destroyers fills the open doorway. Inspecting the fallen crewman, it turns and leaves, ignoring Artoo and the hold’s other bio-mechanical lifeforms.
Cautious, Artoo scoots over to the fallen crewman. Examining him, he concludes he is stone dead. Rolling past the body, the blue astromech exits the hold.
INT. RADIANT VII/SALON POD
Loud blasting begins reverberating through the pod doors. Rising, Zul faces the doors, grim determination on her face.
Unable to withstand the barrage of blasterfire, the doors are breached. Three destroyers step through, levelling their weapons. They find no one. The Fallanassi have vanished. The pod is deserted.
INT. RADIANT VII/CORRIDOR
Artoo is rolling along the corridor when he hears footsteps. Stopping, he rolls backward, ducking into an adjacent subcorridor. He sits there motionless and silent, hoping whoever is approaching won’t spot him.
A WOMAN accompanied by FOUR BX-SERIES COMMANDO ROBOTS makes her way through the corridor. She is tall and slender, her figure apparent under the gray leather jumpsuit she wears. Over this jumpsuit she wears black leather neck and wrist guards, a long black skirt about her hips, and about her shoulders a long black cloak with violet inner lining. The hood of her cloak is worn up, casting her features in shadow. Fastening the cloak is a silver brooch; it resembles an infinity symbol containing a starburst.
INT. RADIANT VII/SALON POD
The destroyers step aside to admit the hooded woman and the BXs. Reaching up, she draws back her hood. Skin porcelain white, pate bald, gray eyes and luscious lips painted black, ASAJJ VENTRESS is as beautiful as she is lethal.
ASAJJ VENTRESS
I can neither see nor sense you, but you’re here.
With silent gestures, Ventress directs the BXs to step forward and the destroyers in back to form an impenetrable barrier closing off the door. She says nothing, but the look she gives the empty air clearly speaks “Let’s end this charade, shall we?”
The illusion masking the Fallanassi is lifted, revealing them to the Rattataki and robots. In Zul’s hand is a stun blaster, trained on Ventress.
ASAJJ VENTRESS
(stern) Put that away!
ZUL DANAAN
(frantic) You won’t harm my charges!
Zul fires. Blue energy cascades over and through Ventress, dropping her. One of the BXs quickly returns fire, blasting Zul through the sternum.
NASHIRA
(horrified) Zul!
Panicked, Nashira dashes out to her fallen mentor, taking her limp form in her arms. The woman is dead.
Only mildly stunned, Ventress gets back on her feet. Nashira looks up at the near-Human, face twisting with hatred. She lunges at Ventress, beating at her with her fists. The palid woman roughly seizes the teenager’s wrists.
ASAJJ VENTRESS
I admire your fire.
Twisting around, Ventress pushes Nashira toward the destroyers.
ASAJJ VENTRESS
(cont’d) It’ll be of use to you.
Nashira glowers at the Rattataki woman as the robots escort her away.
ASAJJ VENTRESS
(points to other Fallanassi) And you.
Rising from their seats, Nashira’s fellow pupils follow her, escorted by the BXs.
EXT. SPACE — MINNTOOINE
The Nyax disgorges the Radiant. Once the small cruiser has drifted far enough away, a turbolaser cannon comes alive and swivels into position, opening fire upon the small ship. The beams hit the cruiser, blasting it into three separate pieces.
Accelerating vertically, the Nyax makes the jump into hyperspace. The demolished Radiant VII drifts into Minntooine’s atmosphere, where the fragments start to burn white hot.
EXT. HYPERSPACE — TRAVELLING
Through the surreal blue-white light show that is hyperspace travels a CR60 corvette, the Slipstream. The Slipstream is painted the red-&-white of the Republic Starfleet.
EXT. SPACE — MINNTOOINE
As the twin blue/white suns of Minntooine dip behind their child planet, casting the side farthest from them in darkness, the Slipstream emerges from hyperspace. Sublight engines burning, it enters the water planet’s atmosphere.
EXT. MINNTOOINE — DESALINATION PLANT/DOCKING PLATFORM C31 — DAY
Hatch open and boarding ramp extended, SEVEN HUMANS emerge from the Slipstream. OBI-WAN KENOBI is thirty-seven years old, clean-shaven, his platinum blond hair cropped short. Judging by the militaristic black uniform and cloak he wears, he is a knight of the Jedi Order. His companions are all attired in the simple black slacks and tunics of Jedi Service Corpsmen. A heavy rainstorm drenching everything out in the open, Obi-Wan brings the hood of his cloak up.
TWO INDIVIDUALS are there to greet the Jedi. The first is DENN JIIDET, an amphibious Ishi Tib with blue-green skin. His companion is SEE-THREEPIO, a Cyborg with a tall slender robot body of humanoid proportions, his polished bronze plating of an Art Deco design.
Jiidet greets them with a stream of clacks, squeals, and honks.
C-3PO
(translating) Lovely weather we’re having, isn’t it? (aside) I don’t find it lovely at all. I’m liable to rust in this downpour.
OBI-WAN
It’s not quite what we’re accustomed to. (beat) I am Obi-Wan Kenobi.
C-3PO
And I am See-Threepio, Ishi Tib-Cyborg relations. And this is Denn Jiidet, overseer of this facility.
Jiidet speaks, gesturing for the Jedi to follow them indoors.
C-3PO
Please, follow us.
The Jedi follow the Ishi Tib and Cyborg off the platform.
INT. DESALINATION PLANT/CORRIDOR - DAY
As the Jedi and their host make their way along the antiseptic metal corridors of the station, the Corpsmen can’t help but eye all the Ishi Tib personnel and they them. Obviously, these Corpsmen have never before been in the company of so many non-Humans, nor the Ishi Tib in the presence of Humans.
INT. DESALINATION PLANT/WAREHOUSE - DAY
The door to the warehouse slides open, allowing the Jedi, Jiidet, and See-Threepio inside. Among tanks of desalinated water rest the charred, deformed, fragmented remains of the Radiant VII.
OBI-WAN
(to Corpsmen) Let’s have the equipment unloaded. (beat) We have our work cut out for us.
Time passes.
Assisted by labour robots, the Jedi carefully sort and search through the debris, scanning equipment in hand.
Lifting a warped panel away, a Corpsman discovers Artoo. The Cyborg’s robot body is mangled but remarkably whole.
CORPSMAN #1
I’ve found something. An astro-borg.
Another Corpsman joins the first, taking readings with her scanner. Obi-Wan comes over to inspect the find.
CORPSMAN #2
Brain function’s present. It’s alive.
OBI-WAN
Is he beyond repair?
CORPSMAN #2
The cerebral cortex hasn’t sustained injury. It’s memory systems should still be accessible.
OBI-WAN
Let’s see if we can’t have him fixed up. (to Artoo) You just may have the clues we seek, my little friend.
INT. SLIPSTREAM/COCKPIT — TWILIGHT
Obi-Wan is seated in front of a console. He runs through the data retrieved from Artoo’s memory banks.
On-screen, we see Ventress and the commando robots in the Radiant’s corridor, oblivious to the Cyborg recording their progress.
OBI-WAN
Pause.
The recording pauses. Under his instruction, the computer crops the image around Ventress, blowing the image up to reveal the finer details. Obi-Wan examines the Rattataki’s regalia. Spying what appear to be two sword hilts sheathed in the woman’s belt, he then takes notice of the silver brooch fastening her cloak.
Obi-Wan leans back in his seat, stroking his chin, deep in thought.
I’m gonna put Star Wars: Reconstructed Edition on the back burner for awhile. What I’ve written thus far is just the movie as-is with superficial alterations. I feel there’s more I can do with a SW '77 rewrite than I have done, but I need time to ponder the possibilities.
In lieu of an OT rewrite, I’ve decided I’m gonna go ahead with that new PT rewrite I’ve been discussing in my Reconstructed Saga thread. Rather than starting from scratch like I initially intended, I’m going to refurbish my previous rewrites, so this’ll be as much a reconstruction of my prequels as it will be Lucas’. I’m no longer interested in tearing Star Wars down/turning it inside out; Disney’s approach has shown me the folly of unbridled postmodernism. I’m interested now in putting Humpty Dumpty back together again and giving him an amazing Technicolor paintcoat in time for next Easter.
I gave up on Rebels after the 2nd season. There were moments of greatness en par with anything from TCW, but they were overwhelmed by all the juvenile crap.
It’s scary how much more chemistry there is between Anakin and digitally inserted Wiseau than there is between he and Padme.
I will never not hate Yarael Poof.
I’m feeling rather Eldritch lately.
Now I kinda wanna see The Mandalorian. But I’m still not gonna pay Disney to watch it.
Maybe my local library’ll pick up the DVD set when/if it gets released.
Disney Plus allows for tons of logins and profiles. Find a friend or family member who has it and have them create you a profile on their account. Problem solved.
Unfortunately, neither exist for me.
Now I kinda wanna see The Mandalorian. But I’m still not gonna pay Disney to watch it.
Maybe my local library’ll pick up the DVD set when/if it gets released.
Now I wanna kinda see Adam Driver play the Prince of Lies.
It wasn’t until a few months ago when I finally watched Aliens, previously the only thing I knew about the movie is that everyone hails it as one of the greatest sci-fi movies of all time, some even ranking it above the first Alien.
Honestly, I found Aliens to be a pretty generic movie and don’t know what all the buzz around the movie is about.
I know, many of you will accuse me of blasphemy, but the movie simply didn’t do it for me.
Believe it or not, I agree with you. What I love about Alien is the ambiguity. Is the xenomorph sapient or not? Is it driven solely by instinct, or is malice a factor? Alien leaves the nature of the xenomorph open to interpretation, but Aliens? They’re just dumb bugs, except for the queen, whose wants/needs are still driven by base instincts. Took the oomph out of the premise, as far as I’m concerned. And the Space Marines were obnoxious, too.
Will the recent bans on certain types of conversations be lifted and will certain previously banned users like TV’s Frink be allowed to return?
Any donations made should not have conditions or strings attached.
I assume that now Anchorhead and Silverwook are officially in charge.
Viva Silverwook and Anchorhead!
Or: The Admin is dead! Long live the Admins!
Have you looked at normal threads throughout the “old” OriginalTrilogy? They’re littered with “banned” symbols. History tells us that, in a change of power, one of the first things the new administration does is to free the prisoners of the old regime (who were mostly political dissidents, or otherwise “accused” before a “kangaroo court”). Even TV’s Frink, well known as a free-reigning trouble-maker (just look at his post history), also deserves that same clean slate.
Or: Down With Proposition #3,204
The second thing the new administration does is to strike down the myriad of old laws, which were a never-referenced excuse for arbitrary tyranny anyway, and replace them with brief basic principles.
So, I SECOND THE MOVE for amnesty, or jubilee, to remove ALL old banned status from the old OriginalTrilogy, for the new OriginalTrilogy. Regarding donations, there are always strings on donations, both plus AND minus, so that’s a pseudo-argument. Finally, I finish with a reminder, and good luck to us all:
It’s been over a year since the political dissidents in question were banned, and it’s been almost a year since the changing of the guard. If they were ever gonna be allowed back, it would’ve happened by now. Also, the mods have made it adamantly clear that it’s unlikely their bans will ever be lifted, even with Jay no longer calling the shots.
I continue to detest the verdict, and I believe it’s effectively killed Off-Topic, but them’s the breaks.
PETER MURPHY
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Stargate
Stargate '94 has amazing costumes, sets, music, and lore, but weak writing and characterization. Stargate SG-1 has good characterization and writing, but it feels like a Trek knockoff, complete with generic English-speaking extraterrestrial civilizations and technobabble. I’d essentially like to craft a Stargate reboot which contains all the best elements of SG '94, SG-1, SGU, and the Bill McCay novels, and none of their worst.
I’d probably limit the humans seeded across the galaxy to north African stock rather than go gung-ho with Greeks, Chinese, Native Americans. etc. Also, no frickin’ Ancients/Ori/Ascension. That stuff wrecked Stargate for me.
Yeah, I can agree with that (partly anyway). As much as I love SG-1 up to Season 6/7 (since I pretty much liked Anubis and I do like the Ancients to a degree), I admittedly can see the humans across the galaxy being more North Africans (e.g. Berbers/Amazigh, etc.) than to being really close to what we perceive as the great ancient civilizations. And yeah, the Ori bits freaking sucked. I was okay with Ascension to a point since it gave me Anubis (one of my favorite SG-1 villains, even if he can be a Palpatine knockoff), but it really went off the rails after Anubis was defeated over Antartica.
I thought the Ancients were interesting until Season 6, when they were revealed as super-evolved prehistoric humans. That and the origins of the Replicators made the Stargate Universe too anthropocentric for my liking.
If I were to reintroduce the Ancients, I’d have to make them non-humanoid aliens. I’d rather just stick with Ra’s race as the builders of the stargate, though.
That’s the order I’d watch the films in if I hadn’t given all my SW stuff away (a decision I’ve come to regret very much).
Didn’t one of the earlier drafts of the original Star Wars’ script have a closing crawl teasing the setup for the sequel?
From the second draft:
A ROLL-UP TITLE appears:
…And a thousand new systems joined the rebellion, causing a significant crack in the great wall of the powerful Galactic Empire. The Starkiller would once again spark fear in the hearts of the Sith knights, but not before his sons were put to many tests… the most daring of which was the kidnapping of the Lars family, and the perilous search for:
“The Princess of Ondos.”
And the Jedi are Knights right? Not weird monks that can’t have sex, families, or “attachments”.
Orthodox Jedi would be Catholic Shakers, but Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Yoda would be “gray” Jedi who operate independent of the mainline Jedi Order. I’m thinking Obi-Wan and one of these orthodox Jedi fall in love, and it’s his story rather than Anakin’s which includes a forbidden love angle.
I’ve been aware of this “problem” for quite a while, actually; learned about it while perusing the John Byrne forum some years back. It doesn’t bother me, though. Why? Because TESB adds more to the universe than it takes away. TFA, on the other hand, does the polar opposite.
@adywan They have added another change for the film on Disney+, in which Greedo says something to Han (likely an insult) before they shoot. Do you plan on including this change?
What do you think?
It’s not bad. The problem with Greedo shooting first before Han does is that it messes up with his transition from anti-hero to hero.
Nah, man. That’s not the problem.
Han wasn’t shooting in cold blood, as Lucas loves to say. Greedo was about to kill him. There’s nothing wrong with saving your own life from a guy who just said he was gonna take your ship “over your dead body” and that he’s been looking forward to doing so “for a long time”.
The problem is that Lucas doesn’t seem to understand what’s happening in his own movie.
That tends to happen when you haven’t watched your own movie.
Or is a generation and a year exactly equivalent in the SW Universe?
My guess is, aside from the haters online
The Mandalorian & Jedi: Fallen Order show us there are no “haters”, only Star Wars Fans
https://youtu.be/OJ_tFpJy1Uk
Nope, wrong, uh-uh. There are only two camps — haters and True Fans™; there is no overlap, no third or fourth camps. True Fans™ love everything with the Star Wars brand name; True Fans™ love only George Lucas’ six-episode Saga, TCW, and Legends; True Fans™ love only George Lucas’ six-episode Saga and Legends; True Fans™ love only George Lucas’ six-episode Saga; True Fans™ love only the Original Trilogy and everything produced by Disney; True Fans™ love only the Original Original Trilogy; True Fans™ love only ANH & TESB; True Fans™ love only SW '77. Everyone who doesn’t love what True Fans™ love aren’t True Fans™; they’re just haters, and should be regarded with as much disdain and condescension as one can mustre.
What did the Alien eat?
John Hurt.
Just have Greedo’s lifeless, twitching corpse shoot second.