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#777535
Topic
Star Wars: Knight of the Empire (The Second Episode in DuracellEnergizer's New PT Re-Write) *CANCELLED*
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INT. XUTHLTAN -- WAYWARD SON/COCKPIT ACCESS CORRIDOR -- DAY

Anakin lies face-down on the deck while Obi-Wan lies sprawled out on his back. Both are unconscious.

INT. WAYWARD SON/COCKPIT -- DAY

Cmdr. Vaness and Dr. Moulin remain upright in their seats, sparks flying from the damaged controls surrounding them. Though banged up, they managed to secure their restraints before the crash, saving them from serious injury. Cdmr. Cody, on the other hand, lies in a motionless heap against the bulkhead behind them, a bloody wound on his right temple.

Unfastening her restraints, Moulin leaves her seat and crosses over to the motionless Concordian. Bending low, she feels his throat for a pulse.

CMDR. VANESS: (unfastens her own restraints and joins the Gungan) Is he --?

DR. MOULIN: He's not dead, no -- just unconscious. I'd venture he's suffered a pretty severe concussion.

CMDR. VANESS: (puts her hands under Cody's armpits) Help me get him up.

With the Gungan's assistance, Vaness hefts the unconscious Journeyman Protector up to his feet and drags him over to the co-pilot's seat. Taking care not to jostle him too much, they set him down in it.

INT. WAYWARD SON/COCKPIT ACCESS CORRIDOR -- DAY

As Vaness and Moulin exit the cockpit, they find Nik and Obi-Wan in the access corridor.

CMDR. VANESS: (takes hold of Nik's shoulder and gives it a shake) Hey, Skywalker -- you awake?

Groggily, Anakin comes to.

ANAKIN: What in the Holy's name just happened?

CMDR. VANESS: (half-smiles) Here I was hoping you'd be the one to tell me.

Regaining consciousness, Obi-Wan sits up with a groan.

OBI-WAN: (rubs his forehead) Ooh, my head. It hasn't ached this bad since that time we attended the Tenaabi Spirits Festival.

CMDR. VANESS: I don't like to rush you guys, but we need to check out the rest of the ship. The others may need our help.

The two Jedi acknowledge this with a pair of nods.

INT. WAYWARD SON/MAIN CORRIDOR -- DAY

As soon as the four step out of into the main corridor, they find it filled with black, greasy smoke, the air heavy with an oppressive heat.

CMDR. VANESS: Oh, God -- the ship's fuel has caught on fire! (beat) We need to get respirators and extinguishers and get to the others -- fast!

INT. WAYWARD SON/COCKPIT -- DAY

They quickly backtrack to the cockpit and strap themselves into respirators, making sure to take up spare respirators and as many fire extinguishers as they can carry back with them. 

CMDR. VANESS (points at Cody's unconscious form) Obi-Wan, you get Cody off the ship. We'll find the others.

INT. WAYWARD SON/MAIN CORRIDOR -- DAY

As they return to the corridor and make their way down toward the hatch leading to the boarding ramp, they feel the already-intense heat grow even more palpable as the hairs on most of their bodies begin to singe. At the far end of the corridor, they can see the shadows being cast by the blazing silver inferno which has already consumed the engineering bay and its surrounding areas.

CMDR. VANESS: Bail's in the #2 hold. I'll go get him -- you guys get off the ship.

ANAKIN: (alarmed) What about the others?! Käthe's in her quarters! And what about Mal'Akhi and Antilles?!

CMDR. VANESS: If they were at the rear of the ship when the hyperdrive went critical, then they're dead. 

ANAKIN: I don't accept that --

CMDR. VANESS: Feel that heat, Skywalker? We're not even close to the source and it's still unbearable. There's no way they could've survived.   

ANAKIN: I still have to try and get to them!

DR. MOULIN: (angry) Are you suicidal or just stupid? They're dead, Skywalker! If we don't get off this death trap, we will be, too!

Anakin grits his teeth, torn between his duty to his comrades and his sense of self-preservation.

OBI-WAN: She's right, Nik. There's nothing we can do for them.

ANAKIN: No ... NO!

OBI-WAN: (irate) Anakin, listen to reason!

Finally, silently, Anakin acquiesces.

MSC. NAAD: (O.S.) I think we'd better get off-ship, guys, before this heat blisters my fair skin.

Hearing Käthe's voice, they turn to look behind them. There they find the mild-mannered woman moving towards them from up the corridor, a semi-conscious Bail braced against her. She begins to cough violently as the smoke in the air finally reaches unbreathable levels.

ANAKIN: Käthe, you're alive?! But I saw you returning --

MSC. NAAD: (coughs) I couldn't sleep, so I decided to take a walk. Capt. Organa and I can both thank God for that. Now please -- let's go!

EXT. WAYWARD SON -- DRIED-UP RIVERBED -- DAY

The hatch of the Wayward Son opens and the boarding ramp extends to touch the brown ground. Exiting the demolished, burning ship, the eight surviving team members emerge out into the dry heat of this uncharted desert planet.

OBI-WAN: (to Käthe) Did you see Sn. Antilles or Mal'Akhi on your way out?

MSC. NAAD: (shakes her head) I'm sorry ... I didn't.

The survivors looks out to their horizons, finding nothing but empty, barren nothingness before them.

ANAKIN: Now what? 

CMDR. VANESS: Now we wait for the fire to burn itself out and see what happens from there.

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#777450
Topic
If you need to B*tch about something... this is the place
Time

Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fuck summer.

Post
#777207
Topic
The I'm Not Dead! thread
Time

greenpenguino said: 

 Ric Olie was banned!?? WHAT!?

To make a long story short, sometime back there was a lot of commotion being caused by sock accounts, so the mods decided to close down all such accounts -- including harmless ones like Ric's -- and forbade the creation of any future socks under threat of a permanent ban.

Frink still hasn't gotten over the loss and continues to grieve (as do we all).

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#777150
Topic
What are you reading?
Time

I used to read a lot when I was younger. From 1998 through to 2010, I went through books like a coke-head goes through crack. However, when my stupid sister first started listening to her shitty rap music back in 2010 -- turning the volume up as loud as physically possible from the time she woke up to the time she went to bed -- she completely destroyed my ability to read in this house. Whereas I used to be able to read comfortably with a bunch of noise going on around me -- be from a TV, a conversation, or whatever -- now I can only read late at night when everyone else is asleep.

She doesn't play her garbage pseudo-music like that anymore, but the damage has been done and I can't concentrate on a book during daylight hours in this house. I guess it's psychosomatic -- I don't have nearly as much trouble reading when I'm on a bus or in public areas with large numbers of people. 

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#777088
Topic
Which Star Trek series do you like best and why? Who is your favorite commander?
Time

It's been a number of years since I submitted my first post in this thread, so I guess it's time for me to provide an update.

TOS is still my favourite Trek series, and for pretty much the exact same reasons I mentioned far up above. DS9 comes in second, TNG comes in a distant third, and TAS ... *shrug*

Still haven't seen -- and still refuse to see -- VOY, ENT, and Abramstrek.

Sisko is now my favourite Trek commander (It must have something to do with his awesome voice.).

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#777036
Topic
When did you sense a disturbance in the Force?
Time

I began to suspect something wasn't going quite right when I first watched AOTC on video in 2003; the overuse of CGI, Hayden's poor acting, the stilted love dialogue, Boba Fett being a clone, how the clones in general were presented, Dooku's flat characterization, the lacklustre lightsaber duels, how Anakin lost his hand -- it all just rubbed me the wrong way.

I was still too young to realize just how bad the PT was shaping up to be, though; I wasn't ready to accept the truth even after seeing Hayden in ROTJ on TV and the garbage that was ROTS on DVD in 2006. I only really saw the light, so to speak, after I began reading on-line opinions of the PT/SEs in 2008.