DuracellEnergizer

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rz_uw7XrmYc

Looks like something Azathoth coughed up.

*thumbs up*

I hope they can touch the PT.

Oh, and The Room, too.

Danfun128 said:

I’m surprised that nobody has ever tried to change the species so that “having a pure bloodline” doesn’t result in the offspring being deformed or stupid. I’m not defending that kind of thing, but maybe royal families (if any still exist in this current day and age) who are obsessed with keeping their bloodline “pure” would one day realize that such a task is impossible, and the only way to come close to that “ideal” is by changing the species.

I don’t think human genetic engineering is legal yet.

Regardless, all species* are suseptible to the drawbacks of inbreeding; it isn’t just a Homo sapiens issue.

*Just look at cheetahs, for instance.

FanFiltration said:

Bingowings said:

A bit of politics…yes indeed :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KU_Jdts5rL0

Somehow he fits into “Star Wars” nicely.

Especially the PT.

If I remember correctly, Brackett brought Han’s stepfather/foster father into the story.

EXT. SPACE – ANTAR (FLASHBACK)

The Antar Orbital Station sits situated in orbit above the gas giant Antar. The planet and the station both belong to the Confederacy of Independent Systems.

Having emerged from hyperspace, a Sheathipede-class transport shuttle makes an approach run for the space station.

INT. ANTAR ORBITAL STATION/DOCKING BAY

The Sheathipede glides into the docking bay; a welcoming party of ONE GOTAL LIEUTENANT COMMANDER, ONE B1-SERIES TECHNICIAN ‘DROID, and NINE BX-SERIES BATTLE ‘DROIDS stands in wait of the craft as it touches down.

As the shuttle’s hatch opens and boarding ramp extends, Csan Than and his blonde apprentice emerge, accompanied by an escort of FOUR ARMED CIS GUARDS. While the guards wear gray uniforms, Than and the girl wear dark green uniforms, denoting them as Jedi Separatist officers.

GOTAL LT. CMDR: (bows to the Jedi) Welcome, Master Jedi. You honour us with your presence.

CSAN THAN: Let us dispense with the pleasantries, Lieutenant Commander. I have come for the prisoner, Hoed Rubin.

GOTAL LT. CMDR.: Yes, the prisoner Hoed Rubin. (beat) Master, if you don’t mind my asking, why is he being transferred to the Algara V facility? The execution can be easily carried out here.

CSAN THAN: I am not privy to that information. Whatever their reasoning, that is what our masters desire, Commander.

GOTAL LT. CMDR.: So it is, Master. At your command, we will guide your entourage and yourself to Rubin’s cell.

CSAN THAN: Make it so.

Bowing his head in deference once again, the Gotal lieutenant commander turns on his heel, signalling the ‘droids to do the same. With the Jedi and their guards in tow, they depart the docking bay.

INT. ANTAR ORBITAL STATION/DETENTION LEVEL/CORRIDOR #1

As the Gotal, Jedi, ‘droids, and guards make their way towards the detention block, the lieutenant commander takes notice of Than’s artificial left hand.

GOTAL LT. CMDR.: That must have been a most grievous injury, my lord.

CSAN THAN: It was – not that it’s any concern of yours, Commander.

GOTAL LT. CMDR: I am sorry. You will forgive me, of course?

CSAN THAN: (sighs) If it is necessary …

INT. ANTAR ORBITAL STATION/DETENTION BLOCK ANTECHAMBER

The Confederates enter the antechamber leading to the detention block. Before the detention block entrance stands a control console, behind which are stationed a BRONZE-COLOURED EV-SERIES SUPERVISOR ‘DROID and six BX battle ‘droids.

GOTAL LT. CMDR.: Open the door for us, supervisor.

Obeying without remark, the supervisor ‘droid opens the door leading into the detention block proper.

GOTAL LT. CMDR. (gestures towards the open door) After you, Master Jedi.

Nodding once silently, Than enters first, followed by his apprentice and guards and finally by the Gotal and his ‘droids.

INT. ANTAR ORBITAL STATION/DETENTION BLOCK

CSAN THAN: The prisoner is in prime condition, I expect.

GOTAL LT. CMDR.: For his sake, he had to be sedated. He is in complete health otherwise.

CSAN: Good. It wouldn’t do to mistreat our prisoners, even the ones on death row.

Arriving at the closed door to Hoed Rubin’s cell, the Gotal sweeps a keycard through a keycard lock and punches in an access code, opening it. Beyond the door lies Rubin, unconscious on his bunk, his back turned to the opening.

GOTAL LT. CMDR.: There he is, Master – asleep but alive.

INT. ANTAR ORBITAL STATION/DETENTION BLOCK/HOED RUBIN’S CELL

Entering the cell, Master Than, his apprentice, and the four guards walk over to Rubin’s prone form.

CSAN THAN: Stimulant, if you please, apprentice.

Fishing out a hypo-syringe, the blonde girl hands it to the Anx. Taking the hypo-syringe, he injects the contents into the man’s bloodstream. Almost immediately, the Human GROANS.

CSAN THAN: He’s coming around.

The Jedi turns Hoed Rubin face-up, finally affording us a view of his face. Hair long and black, with an aquiline nose and chin, he’s quite striking, though not in a conventionally handsome sense. Gaining a semblance of consciousness, his heavy maroon eyes crack open.

HOED RUBIN: (weary) Who are you?

GOTAL LT. CMDR.: Your new cellmates, Mr. Rubin.

Hidden lamps suddenly come on within the cell, flooding the interior with a harsh orange light. Suddenly nauseous, everyone in the cell doubles over.

GOTAL LT. CMDR.: (grins) Surprised? So was I when I saw your hand; Master Bene Ilaxu wears a prosthetic limb on his right side, not his left.

Collapsing to her knees, one of the guards throws up.

GOTAL LT. CMDR.: How are you enjoying the ultrasonics? Quite effective in disrupting Force-sensitive and non-sensitive equilibriums both, no?

Struggling to maintain her balance, the female Jedi unhooks her primary lightsaber from her belt. When she tries to activate it, though, nothing happens.

GOTAL LT. CMDR: You’ll also find that the nullifier field present in your cell has rendered your weapons inoperative.

INT. ANTAR ORBITAL STATION/DETENTION BLOCK ANTECHAMBER

The double doors into the antechamber slide open, admitting five new arrivals: THREE BLUE-SKINNED DUROS MALES and TWO IDENTICAL HUMAN FEMALES. While the Duros wear gray CIS uniforms and carry blaster rifles, the two women wear white plastoid armour, their wrists held in binders.

SUPERVISOR ‘DROID: Where are you taking these … things?

DUROS GUARD #1: New prisoners. Just transferred up from Antar V.

SUPERVISOR ‘DROID: I wasn’t notified. I’ll have to clear it.

DUROS GUARD #1: No need.

Bringing his blaster up until the EV is within his scopes, the Duros pulls the trigger; a bolt of superheated red plasma flashes out with a harsh CHOOM, blasting the ‘droid’s head clean off.

As the headless body of the bronze ‘droid stands there, sparks flying from its neck stump, the battle ‘droids move in to engage the imposters. Freeing their hands from their unsecured binders, the armoured women fish out hidden blaster pistols. A short firefight ensues, ending with the five clones making minced microchips out of the mechanical warriors.

Stepping behind the control console, one of the Duros opens fire upon the various panels.

INT. ANTAR ORBITAL STATION/DETENTION BLOCK/HOED RUBIN’S CELL

The control console taken out, the nullifier and ultrasonic fields wink out.

GOTAL LT. CMDR.: (surprised) What in the twelve --!?

Quickly regaining herself, the blonde Jedi locks gazes with the Gotal. Sporting an almost feral grin, she triggers her lightsaber; with a sharp SNAP-HISS, the blazing aureolin blade springs to life.

Unholstering his blaster, the Gotal takes quick aim and opens fire. With one grand sweep of her blade, the young Jedi parries the blaster bolt, sending it back to sender.

GOTAL LT. CMDR.: (blaster blown out of hand) ARGH!

As the Gotal retreats, the battle ‘droids advance. As Than engages the aureolin blade of his own lightsaber and joins his apprentice, their guards cover them, helping to mow the robots down with blasterfire.

INT. ANTAR ORBITAL STATION/DOCKING BAY

Back in the docking bay, the Sheathipede has been locked down; several battle and technician ‘droids go over and through the ship with the proverbial fine-toothed comb for any hidden surprises.

Away from the shuttle, another starship – a HWK-285 freighter – has arrived. It’s loading ramp lowered, a PAIR OF BLX LABOUR ‘DROIDS push a wide repulsorcart laden with two large crates through the open hatch, a Human woman dressed in ochre coveralls following along behind.

With two battle ‘droids flanking it, a technician ‘droid approaches the woman. As it gets close to her, we can finally make out of the woman’s features; her haircut and colour, the exact hue of her eyes, the size and shape of her nose and chin – all are identical to those of the two clone women back in the detention block.

Bringing forward a scanner, the B1 takes readings of the crates.

TECHNICIAN ‘DROID: No weapons detected. You may open the crates.

The clone gestures to the labour ‘droids for them to open the crates. As the ‘droids fling open the crate lids, several small objects secreted in silver foil are revealed.

CLONE IN COVERALLS: One-hundred self-sealing stem bolts, as ordered.

INT. ANTAR ORBITAL STATION/DETENTION BLOCK ANTECHAMBER

The Jedi, guards, and semi-conscious Hoed Rubin emerge from the detention block, joining the clones in wait for them. The Gotal officer, now a captive of the clones, sneers at the Jedi.

GOTAL LT. CMDR.: The entire station’s been alerted to your presence here. You’ll never leave the station – not alive.

CSAN THAN: The future isn’t set yet, Commander. (to the others) Back to the docking bay.

INT. ANTAR ORBITAL STATION/DOCKING BAY

A company of BX battle ‘droids enters the docking bay. Forming into a long column, they form an impenetrable barrier between the doors and the ships.

Lacking the full range of Human emotion, the covert clone remains as impassive as ever.

INT. ANTAR ORBITAL STATION/DETENTION LEVEL/CORRIDOR #2

In a hurry, the Republican agents make their way through the corridor. The head of Hoed Rubin, whose limp form remains held up between two guards, bops up and down with each stride.

As they pass by an adjoining corridor, red blasterfire rains forth from it, striking down two of the clones, two of the guards, and the captive Gotal himself. Spinning around, the two Jedi spot a small company of battle ‘droids on approach, blasters aimed and firing. Positioning themselves between the ‘droids and their comrades, they form a pair of living shields, using their lightsabers to block and parry the hail of blasterfire.

CSAN THAN: Continue on to the docking bay! We’ll be right behind you!

INT. ANTAR ORBITAL STATION/DOCKING BAY

Reaching for her belt, the clone pulls out a comlink. Activating it, she brings it close to her lips.

CLONE IN COVERALLS: (into comlink) Awaken.

Almost immediately, the HWK-285 comes to life. Repulsorlifts burning, the ship rises, coming to hover above the deck.

Unholstering her blaster, the clone shoots the technician ‘droid and one of the battle ‘droids straight through the head, execution style, but the remaining BX guns her down before she can turn on it.

Turning on its axis, the HWK-285 comes to face the column of ‘droids. Panels retract and hidden blasters extend from the body of the ship; a torrent of green blasterfire is released, decimating the robots.

CUT TO

The Jedi and their compatriots as they finally arrive in the docking bay.

Moving forward, the Republicans cut through the remaining ‘droids on a dead run for the HWK-285. Hot on their heels, guns ablaze, are more BXs.

As the agents of Republic close in on the freighter, the craft reorients itself until the entry hatch is positioned in their direction. The hatch sliding open, THREE CLONE SHOCKTROOPERS emerge. Attired in the same plasteel body armour worn by the two female clones, they also wear face-concealing white helmets. Lifting their rifles into position, they lay down green cover fire, taking out as many of the BXs as they can lock on to.

Coming to the edge of the open hatch, the Jedi girl takes Rubin into her arms. Turning towards the armoured clones, she hoists his loose body up to them.

BLONDE GIRL: Quickly – get him inside!

The shocktroopers obey immediately and without question, taking hold of the man and pulling him up into the ship.

INT. HWK-285/CARGO HOLD

The Jedi apprentice climbs aboard the ship, followed quickly by her teacher and the remaining clones and guards. As she bends in close to Hoed Rubin, inspecting him for any injuries sustained, his eyes open, focusing on her pretty face.

HOED RUBIN: Are you an angel? (giggles) Deep space pilots talk about them. They’re the most beautiful creatures in the universe. (beat) They live on the moons of Iego, I think.

As the man bursts into a fit of drug-induced giggles, the girl exchanges glances with her master.

BLONDE GIRL: He’s delirious.

INT. ANTAR ORBITAL STATION/DOCKING BAY

With everyone aboard, the HWK-285 enters into a run for open space. As that very moment, the docking bay blast doors begin to close, threatening to cut them off and entrap them.

INT. HWK-285/COCKPIT

Master Than peeks his head in the cockpit. In the pilot and co-pilot seats, respectively, are RIC OLIÉ and an anonymous orange Nikto.

RIC OLIÉ: The blast doors are closing.

EXT. SPACE/ANTAR ORBITAL STATION

Sublight engines burning at maximum, the HWK-285 manages to make it through just as the blast doors crash shut.

RIC OLIÉ: We did it! We made it through!

CSAN THAN: (sighs with relief) Chart a course for Alsakan, Mr. Olié.

EXT. SPACE

With a burst of pseudo-motion, the freighter leaps to hyperspace, on direct course for the planet Alsakan.

Absolutely nothing. In fact, I can see how they’d come in handy.

joefavs said:

This is allegedly Snoke from the Art of The Force Awakens book. Surprise surprise, it seems like the Plagueis tracing was indeed a fake.

This is what I imagine Jason Voorhees would have looked like had he been a three-pack-a-day smoker.

ZkinandBonez said:

emanswfan said:

That head of Rey is kinda creeping me out.

Yeah, I was wondering what that was used for.

I have an idea or two …

GlastoEls said:

Double standards of the highest order.

If this is anyone but Steve Allen, you’re stealing greenpenguino’s bit. 😉

Benign Viewer said:

generalfrevious said:

It’s still a no win situation in light of TFA. If the new film is good, Jedi loses its bronze medal; if it’s bad, then it will be the forerunner of five bad Star Wars films. My Star Wars fandom has now been reduced to whether or not Jedi is defensible as a film. Ask any film critic, it is an objective failure, and may be inferior to Episode III for fuck’s sake! It may be seen only as a guilty pleasure at best, but it will never be Empire, or any work of art. Star Wars and Empire have fans; Jedi only has defenders. And when a film has defenders and not fans, that is never a good sign.

I think you’re perhaps overly pessimistic

LOL. You don’t know how much of an understatement that is.

Fuck CP3X! Let’s get CP3S back instead!

[JEDIT]

But dang, if this thread isn’t long! 76 pages!? Oy gevalt vey!

Bewy said:

To get back on topic, I feel sad and torn about the way I’m gonna watch the movie: DUBBED… Or I could have a four-hour two-way drive to watch it in English, but in 3D only.

That’s the price to pay when your contrypeople have a reputation of being not good at foreign languages

…

So will it be:
-Not dubbed but in 3D, by myself plus a four-hour drive
-Or much nearer to my place and with a friend but in French and in 2D?

I knew it! 😉

I’m guessing using a microwave for the process is a definite no-no.

Mike O said:

PS Will the updated software ever extend to the ability to delete posts and have a better search function?

I think the former is being worked on. As for the latter … *shrug*

Sevb32 said:

God, I laugh my ass off at that one. Darth (IN)VADER…Jabba the Hutt…on an on.

“Vader” and “Plagueis” aren’t on the same level at all. “Vader” is subtle; “Plagueis” hits you over the head with how “evil” it is.

As for “Jabba”, it’s not a play-on-words like “Plagueis” is, so it doesn’t count in this respect.

Plagueis is not any dumber, but it’s in the prequels so you automatically have to hate it.

If the Vader had been named, say, Darth Invadus and Palpatine identified as Sidious from the very beginning – but everything else about the OT was the same – I’d utterly hate them regardless.

Benign Viewer said:

Bingowings said:

Most of this is down to the acting of the four people playing Vader/Anakin, Mark and Ian.

(That would be five people actually; Vader had three actors between Shaw, Prowse and Earl Jones).

Shouldn’t Bob Anderson be included in that list?

Possessed said:

Does. Canada have a program similar to America’s GED program?

I have actually been on a program like that for a couple of years now. All I have to do is finish the math stuff and then I should be able to graduate.

Of course, I don’t know how long that’s going to take; I have a hard time remembering how to do long division, so everything that involves it is a labour to work through. Also, for the past couple months I’ve been trying to get in touch with the math instructor to continue my studies, but he hasn’t gotten back to me; I missed last semester and I might miss the upcoming one. I don’t know what the hell is going on there with him.

I never graduated from high school, the one and only job I ever had was for less than six months back in 2008, I suffer from social anxiety disorder, and my mathematical comprehension’s at a fifth grade level, if that. I don’t have what it takes to make it on my own yet.

But Greedo’s just a lowly henchman; it doesn’t matter that he has a stupid name.

I don’t know how much longer I can take living in this shithole of a house.

All the doors are broken – my bedroom door’s broken right off its hinges and the front door, frame and all, could literally be pushed right out of the wall; the ceiling leaks right over my bedroom door everytime it rains/snow melts; I can’t use a heater in my room for a prolonged period of time before the breaker goes off; and there’s a never-ending supply of mouse shit in all the kitchen drawers.

I’m almost certain a significant portion of my bad mood would go away if I could just move out and find a proper place to live in. Unfortunately, the family owns four large dogs, and there aren’t a whole lot of other places available for rent that’ll either accept or be able to house those kind of pets.

I love my dogs, but if I’d known back in 2001 what my housing situation would be like in 2015, I’d have never asked for a dog and would have done everything in my power to convince everyone else in my family against getting one, too.

Yeah, and the Boris Karloff Frankenstein movies suck, too. I mean, for Christ’s sake, the monster in the novel was intelligent and eloquent, not a lumbering mute imbecile!