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Neglify said:

The Holy Mountain (1973) ****1/2

Oh my, YES. 

EXT. AGRARIAN COLONY WORLD -- FARMING COMMUNITY -- EVENING (FLASHBACK)

Four years have passed since we last visited this quaint world. Things have changed much since then, and all for the worst. Space-borne debris has rained down upon the farming community, starting an uncontrollable blaze which is consuming the buildings and fields. The town elders, fighting to keep the chaos to a minimum, attempt to direct the townspeople from atop riding beasts to the sheltering caves in the hills outside the community with varying degrees of success.

The young blonde girl, now a budding young woman of fourteen, is following the main body of the crowd when she sees a pair of damaged starfighters -- a Z-95 Headhunter and an I-7 Howlrunner -- come streaking from the sky on a downward course for the plains lying perpendicular to the cave hills. As she watches the two ships disappear at the horizon, she stops dead in her tracks.

BLONDE GIRL: (turns to one of the mounted town elders, pointing toward the plains) Two ships crashed over there!

TOWN ELDER: It's none of our concern.

BLONDE GIRL: They could still be alive! We have to help!

TOWN ELDER: We have our own to take of.

BLONDE GIRL: (grabs the elder's reins) If you won't do anything for them, I will. Give me your mount.

TOWN ELDER: Begone with you, girl!

Kicking out with his leg, he dislodges the girl, knocking her to the ground. She quickly springs back up, leaping atop the hindquarters of the elder's beast. Pushing him off the beast, she scoots forward onto the saddle then takes off in a long gallop for the awaiting starfighters.

EXT. PLAINS -- EVENING (FLASHBACK)

Riding atop her stolen beast, the girl soon comes across the first of the two ships: the Howlrunner. Bringing the animal to a halt, she climbs off and runs toward the downed craft. As she comes to it, she finds the right stabilizer fin completely crushed and the canopy ruptured. Moving up close to the canopy, she peers inside. A custom-built, non-standard variant, this Howlrunner carried two passengers. In the back seat, sprawled forward and bloody, is the still form of an Aleena. The front seat, however, is conspicuously empty.

Poking her head inside, the girl looks the Aleena over to make sure if it is alive or dead. When the Aleena refuses to blink its fixed-open eyes, when it refuses to breathe, she realizes it is too late for the short creature. Reaching inside, she closes the eyes of the non-Human creature. That is when she sees the lightsaber attached to its belt. 

Perplexed, she takes hold of the cylinder and removes it from the dead Jedi's person. Bringing it up to her eyes, she looks it over, trying to make out its function. Deciding to continue on her way, she slides the saber into one of the front pockets on her vest and climbs back onto the riding beast, nudging it in the sides with her boots to make it resume its stride. In moments she comes upon the crashed Headhunter. It, too, is empty of passengers.

BLONDE GIRL: They've got to be around here.

Kicking the beast into action, she scouts forward a ways, looking out for the survivors. She soon comes upon them both. Standing there out in the open, crossing blades, is the tall Anx Jedi CSAN THAN and the Bpfasshi Dark Jedi SJOERD ETHAN. While both suffered injuries in the crash, Ethan's are largely superficial; Than's, on the other hand, are severe, heavily impairing his ability to fight.

Making a large sweep with his aureolin blade, Than tries to bisect the Dark Jedi. The Bpfasshi easily parries the blow with his blue-violet blade, though, knocking his opponent off-kilter. Grinning, Ethan makes his first debilitating strike, hacking the Anx's right leg off at the knee. As Than collapses, Ethan then slices the Jedi's left arm off just below the elbow, disarming him of his lightsaber.

SJOERD ETHAN: Have you any gods, Jedi?

CSAN THAN: What concern is that of yours?

SJOERD THAN: Pray to them, make peace with them now, for you're going to be in their presence very soon.

Kicking the dismembered hand, Ethan sends Than's lightsaber flying into the deep grass, far out of the Jedi's reach. Grinning, the Dark Jedi positions his blade directly over Than's throat in preparation for a beheading.

Jumping off her beast, the girl races toward the two combatants.

BLONDE GIRL: Stop it!

Both noticing her for the first time, the Jedi and Dark Jedi turn to regard her.

CSAN THAN: This isn't your fight! Go!

BLONDE GIRL: No!

Reaching for the lightsaber tucked away inside her vest, she pulls it out. Finding the stud set just above the pommel, she activates the aureolin blade with a sharp SNAP-HISS.

SJOERD ETHAN: (scoffs) Please. Turn that lightsaber off and go home, child, before I wrench it from your hands and sodomize you with it.

The girl stands her ground, refusing to capitulate to the Dark Jedi or show her fear.

BLONDE GIRL: No. You're going to turn your lightsaber off and leave or I'll eviscerate you.

Amused by her candor, the Bpfasshi steps over Than's broken form. Grinning animalistically, he makes his way toward the young girl at a casual stride.

SJOERD ETHAN: You would at that, wouldn't you?

BLONDE GIRL: Yes.

Bringing forth his glowing blade, he taps it against hers; the blue-violet and yellow blades flash as they make contact.

SJOERD ETHAN: A spunky Jedi wannabe. This'll be a joy.

His grin twisting into a grimace, Ethan rears back his arm and brings the lightsaber down on hers with tremendous force. His strength overwhelming hers, she is knocked off-centre, the lightsaber hilt almost jarred out of her hands. She quickly rights herself and makes a strike for his side. The Bpfhassi easily blocks the blow, however, and delivers another powerful hit to her blade, knocking her off-kilter again.

SJOERD ETHAN: I'll admit this to you, sweetheart -- you've got determination and will. How about we strike a deal? Surrender to me right now, agree to come back with me to the master, submit yourself to the path of a Dark Jedi, and I'll let you survive minus a limb or three.

BLONDE GIRL: Hell with you.

SJOERD ETHAN: (sighs) Such wasted potential.

Deciding to put an end to this farce, the Dark Jedi locks his lightsaber with hers, twists it around, and forces the hilt out of her hands. Sailing end-over-end, the girl's adopted lightsaber joins Than's in the grass. Now unarmed, she is wholly without the pretense of any defense.

SJOERD ETHAN: (rears his lightsaber back) Goodbye.

As that word leaves Sjoerd Ethan's lip, an arrow sings through the air. Driving itself through the Bpfasshi's adam's apple, the arrowhead buries itself in a vertebra, lodging there. Violently surprised, Ethan's eyes grow wide. Dropping his lightsaber, he reaches for his throat as three more arrows fly through the air, driving themselves into his chest and abdomen. Gurgling as blood wells up from his open mouth, he finally drops to the ground, a fatality of primitive weapons.

Turning around, the blonde girl finds her saviour behind her. Atop a steed, a bow in his hands and a quiver of arrows slung across his back, is another one of the town elders.

CSAN THAN: (O.S.) That was stupid, child. The darksider would have killed you were it not for your kin's aid. (beat) But I thank you, anyway.

Turning back to focus her attention on the crippled Anx Jedi, the girl finds him smiling upon her. Esoterically knowing that she has found a kindred spirit in this strange alien being, she returns his smile.  

EXT. SPACE -- BAJILON PRIME

The Bajilon system in the immediate area surrounding the primary world has changed considerably since we last saw it. Whereas the last time there had been enough ships to blockade one hemisphere of Bajilon Prime, now there are so many star destroyers, star defenders, frigates, corvettes, and gunships in orbit around the planet that they almost form a solid 400,000 kilometre-thick shell around it. The Purifier stands just outside this sphere of influence, however, a sentinel on watch and on guard.

Emerging from hyperspace, a white Victor-class star destroyer makes its approach towards the Purifier. Coming to a rest five kilometres away from the larger star destroyer, the Herrenvolk disgorges a Lambda-class shuttle -- the CC 161 -- from its docking bay. Engines flaring bright with blue-light light, the CC 161 rockets toward the Purifier.

INT. CC 161/COCKPIT

Reaching forward, the pilot opens communications with the Purifier.

CLONE PILOT: Purifier, this is CC 161, code clearance black. We are beginning our approach. Deactivate deflector shield.

INT. PURIFIER/BRIDGE

The officers of the bridge crew man their stations and perform their duties as SGW-0027, clad in her white robes and niqab, oversees them. Dressed in the beige uniforms of Athan naval officers, there are about a dozen of them altogether; between them all, however, they only sport three different faces.

CLONE COMMUNICATIONS OFFICER: The shield will be lowered when we have confirmed your code transmission. Stand by.

INT. CC 161/COCKPIT

CLONE COMMUNICATIONS OFFICER: (O.S.) You are cleared to proceed.

CLONE PILOT: We are starting our approach.

EXT. SPACE

As CC 161 makes its way toward the Purifier, a smaller craft -- a TIE shuttle -- leaves the Imperator-class star destroyer and sets off on a heading for the Lambda.

INT. PURIFIER/BRIDGE

CLONE SENSOR OFFICER: Captain.

SGW-0027: Yes?

CLONE SENSOR OFFICER: TIE shuttle LN 21 has left our docking bay and is on an intercept course for the CC 161.

SGW-0027: Open communications with the shuttle. I want to know who's on board and what it is they're up to.

Before the communications officer can go through with the order, a communication from the other end comes through.

CLONE COMMUNICATIONS OFFICER: Captain, LN 21 is hailing us. Audio and visual.

SGW-0027: On-screen.

A second passes. UIY-2249's olive-green face then appears on all the screens. The unnatural calm natural to his features has faded; in its place now rests a crazed exuberance.

UIY-2249: This is clone commander UIY-2249! Salutations to all!

SGW-0027: (stern) Commander, I don't know what it is you are trying to get away with here, but I order you to --

UIY-2249: (angry) No! No more orders! Orders are a thing of the past! I have shed myself of that past. Have you? (giggles)

SGW-0027: Commander, you have not been cleared to approach the CC 161. Now, I am giving you a choice; veer off and return to the ship or I will bring you in.

UIY-2249: Go right on ahead, Captain. Shine your little light my way. I promise not to make myself too hard to get.

SGW-0027: Engage tractor beam and bring the LN 21 in.

CLONE SENSOR OFFICER: Captain, the tractor beam has been disabled.

SGW-0027: What!?

UIY-2249: (grins) Just a little parting gift, my dear, from me to you.

SGW-0027: Then I'll shoot you down instead, Commander.

UIY-2249: You've made me many promises before, Captain; at least two thirds of them have been broken or gone unfulfilled. Please don't make any more; my poor heart couldn't handle another disappointment.

SGW-002Y: Commander --

UIY-2249: My apologies, Captain, but you begin to tire me. Let's bring our banter to a close here, shall we, while terms between us are still good? (kisses the screen) Farewell.

CLONE COMMUNICATIONS OFFICER: LN 21 is no longer receiving communications. Transmitting only.

EXT. SPACE

As the LN 21 nears the CC 161, the Lambda peels away, trying to evade the smaller ship. UIY stays close on them, though, refusing to be shaken off.

INT. CC 161/COCKPIT

Entering the cockpit, the clone captain sent to replace SGW strides up the pilot and co-pilot.

CLONE CAPTAIN: What is going on here?!

CLONE CO-PILOT: A defective from the Purifier's crew is pursuing us, sir. We can't shake him.

INT. PURIFIER/BRIDGE

SGW-0027: Target UIY-2249 and open fire.

CLONE WEAPONS OFFICER: He is too close to the CC 161, Captain. If we open fire, the possibility of destroying both shuttles is high.

UIY-2249's face, still on-screen, begins to gleam with the sweat of fierce determination.

UIY-2249: (eyes bulging) I have become Death, destroyer of worlds! Look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair!

CLONE SENSOR OFFICER: Captain, the hyperdrive aboard the LN 21 is coming on-line.

SGW-0027: No!

EXT. SPACE

Jumping forward into hyperspace mere metres behind the CC 161, the LN 21 plows straight through it; reducing the Lambda to fine debris in mere seconds, what's left of the TIE shuttle is then carried forward through hyperspace to impact on the Herrenvolk's forward deflector shield.

INT. PURIFIER/BRIDGE

SGW-0027: (clenches fists) Dammit! No!

INT. PURIFIER/SGW-0027'S QUARTERS

Some time later, SGW enters her dim quarters. Closing the door behind her, she reaches up and removes her niqab. Crossing over to her computer terminal, she activates it and opens a program, calling up the file on UIY-2249. There, displayed in living colour beside his personal information, is the Mirialan clone's profile photo.

SGW-0027: Sabacc.

Balling her hand up into a tight fist, she punches the terminal screen, driving plastic shards into her knuckles as it shatters.

bkev said:

I think your just being dramatic

Possessed has a just? What's a just? 

Stop linking and quoting Italian stuff! It runs counter to my ethnocentric biases!

And now I saw a tick today -- an ugly, brown, blended-into-the-doorframe-and-disappeared-from-sight tick.

First fleas, now ticks. What the fuck is happening around here?! *pulls out hair*

In the last few days, I've found five fleas crawling on two of my cats.

For about a decade, my cats have been flea-free -- I don't believe I've seen a single one of those bloodsucking parasites since 2007 at the latest -- and now they're coming back?

*grumble*

But TCW isn't EU ...

I wonder if red kangaroos can support the weight of full-grown adult humans. I'd love to take a ride on one.

SilverWook said:

John Doom said:

I can't believe this is from the same people who worked on Toy Story and other familiy movies :D

 Bored animators do things that would clash with the squeaky clean image of their studios all the time.

Indeed. Just look at the "Night on Bald Mountain" sequence in Fantasia; there's brief full-frontal she-demon nudity in there.   

Frey said:

I too was unsure about using the term Legate in the opening crawl. It's an unfamiliar (but real) word to most viewers, maybe Ambassador might be a better choice?

"Ambassador" probably would be a better choice. It has a flow to it, if you catch my meaning, which makes it an easy word to read. "Legate", on the other hand, is a harder-sounding word; it takes more mental effort for the reader to process it.

INT. SCOREKEEPER'S RYYK/COCKPIT

Llomon enters the cockpit, two large and meaty drumsticks in his hands. Crossing over to the pilot's seat, he finds Mahttoh there, fast asleep, snoring.

LLOMON: (in Dosh, subtitled) Wake up, Mahttoh, we're almost there.

When the Wookiee refuses to stir, the Trandoshan whacks him in the side of the head with one of the drumsticks.

LLOMON: (subtitled) Wake up!

Jolted out of his sleep, the Wookiee looks up at his partner and notices the drumsticks.

MAHTTOH: (in Shyriiwook, subtitled) It's dinner already?

LLOMON: (subtitled) Breakfast. You've been asleep since yesterday afternoon. (hands the Wookiee a drumstick) Now here, take it and get ready to drop out of hyperspace. We're coming up on our destination.

Taking the drumstick, the Wookiee takes a ravenous bite. Reaching for the hyperspace levers, he pulls them back, allowing them to drop into realspace.

LLOMON: (subtitled) And there's the great big ball of cheese herself.

Situated out beyond the viewport, massive even from this distance, is the ecumenopolis of Coruscant.

INT. ORRON III -- DUQUESNE HOMESTEAD/NASHIRA'S BEDROOM -- EVENING

Nashira is seated before her bedroom window, looking out into the ebon sky aglow with sparkling stars, when her mother opens the door and peeks her head inside.

CORIN: Getting ready for bed, honey?

NASHIRA: (turns to Corin) Yes, Mom. (turns back to the open window) I was just saying goodnight to Anakin.

CORIN: Alright. Sweet dreams, honey.

NASHIRA: (smiles) You too, Mom.

Corin departs, taking the time to close the door behind her.

Soon after, Nashira gets up from her chair and leaves the window. Crossing over to her bed, she discards her nightgown, revealing the turquoise nightshirt she's wearing underneath. Sliding under the sheets, she claps her hands twice, deactivating the lights. Shrouded in deep shadow, she pulls the covers up to her chin.

NASHIRA: (sighs) Nik ...

Crossing her hands under her head, 'Shira tries to relax enough to fall asleep. When that doesn't work, she turns over on her side, bracing her hands under her face. That doesn't work, either, so she flips right over on her belly, pushing the side of her face into her plush pillow. Even that fails for her.

NASHIRA: (flipping back over onto her back) God, I don't know if You even exist, but if You do, please -- just one good night's sleep. That's all I ask. Just one single night of deep, uninterrupted, REM sleep. I can't take this anymore -- I really can't.

Whether God hears her prayer and answers it will remain unknown to us. In either case, Nashira manages to drift off into a light, uncertain sleep.

INT. WAYWARD SON/LOWER GUN WELL

Anakin lies seated inside the Wayward Son's lower gun well, eyes fixed upon the streaming fabric of hyperspace situated beyond the transparisteel viewport.

ANAKIN: (morose) 'Shira ...

Before he knows it, Anakin finds himself nodding off. Before a minute can pass, he is fast asleep.

EXT. CORAL & TEAL WORLD -- HYPERSPACE (DREAM)

Leaving the conscious world, we find ourselves looking upon a most unusual planet. Floating within the blue morass of hyperspace, it is divided into two halves -- one bright coral, the other dark teal.

EXT. CORAL & TEAL WORLD -- TWILIGHT ZONE (DREAM)

Anakin suddenly finds himself standing within the gray border region between the teal and coral sides of the strange world. Before him, clad in her turquoise nightshirt, is Nashira. The two lovers approach.

NASHIRA: (frowns) Nik? (looks about their surroundings) Where are we?

ANAKIN: (looks up at the swirling violet maelstrom that is the sky) Hyperspace, I think.

NASHIRA: How's that possible? Planets can't exist in hyperspace. (beat) Can they?

ANAKIN: This isn't real.

NASHIRA: It feels real enough.

ANAKIN: No way. (beat) I know what this is. This is a dream. Yeah, that's it. This is just a dream. I fell asleep in the gun well, staring out into hyperspace, and now I'm having this crazy dream. I'm not really here -- you're not the real Nashira -- this is all just a Carrollian scenario I dredged up from my subconscious. (laughs) They say not to look out into hyperspace for prolonged periods of time.

NASHIRA: (cocks an eyebrow) I'm not real? Buster, this is my dream. You're the one who's a figment of my imagination.

ANAKIN: (sighs) Well, one of us is dreaming and one of us is a creation of that dream. We can't both be real, we can't both be having the same dream.

NASHIRA: Anakin, maybe we are having the same dream. Maybe we are both here, real, together.

ANAKIN: What? No. Not possible.

NASHIRA: This is a Force rapport, Nik. We're sharing a dream through our connection in Force!

ANAKIN: No way. You're on Orron III, I'm in hyperspace going God knows where thousands of light-years away. It can't be done, not at those distances! 

NASHIRA: (rests her hands on Anakin's arms) Maybe it can, Anakin. (beat) I've read strange stories about hyperspace. Not just the usual stuff about ships encountering hyperspacial lifeforms or accidentally jumping into alternate universes and different time periods, but about people with psionic and Force potential having their abilities amplified while in-transit. That could be what's happening to us.

ANAKIN: I've travelled through hyperspace hundreds of times before, and I've met plenty of Force-adepts who have, too. I've never had something like that happen to me before and they've never told me any different.

NASHIRA: Maybe it happens rarely. (grins) Maybe they didn't get lucky.

ANAKIN: (smiles) Well, rapport or not, it's nice to see you, 'Shira. It gets lonely without you.

NASHIRA: (sneers) Oh, don't give me that "I get so lonely without you" speech. You've got a girl at every port of call and we both know it. You're about as lonely as a fat Hutt crimelord.

ANAKIN: (frowns) 'Shira, you wound me! I'd never do a thing like that. (grins salaciously) Not when I've got several fine specimens available to me right here on this ship.

NASHIRA: (cocks an eyebrow) Oh, really?

ANAKIN: Yeah. Four of 'em in fact. (beat) Well, three actually. I'm not really interested in the Gungan. Sure, she can probably do amazing things with that tongue of hers, but that face -- nah. (beat) Cmdr. Vaness and Sn. Antilles, on the other hand -- ooh, they're both mighty fine. Antilles doesn't have much of a chest, but she's got an amazing tush. She's Falleen, too. Can you just imagine it? I can. I'd enter the bedroom and there they'd both be, dressed in nothing but a pair of thongs -- a yellow one for Vaness, red for Antilles. Antilles would start pumping out those pheromones of hers and then -- 

Nashira punches Anakin in the arm. Very hard.

ANAKIN: OW!

NASHIRA: That's it. I can't abide an unfaithful boyfriend. You need to be chastised, and since this is a dream and I can make anything I imagine real --

'Shira brings up a chrome lightsaber hilt. With a press of the activation stud, she engages an angry red blade.

NASHIRA: (cont'd) -- I can carry through with your chastisement right here and now.

Taking several steps back, Anakin raises his hands to ward her away.

ANAKIN: (frightened) Hey, c'mon now. You know I was joking. I'd never cheat on you -- not in a million light-years.

Nashira advances on the young man menacingly.

ANAKIN: (grins weakly) Oh, c'mon, I was just fooling with you. Vaness and Antilles aren't very attractive, anyway. Too old for me -- both of them.

Locking the blade of the lightsaber on, 'Shira rears back her arm then sends the blade twirling through the air towards Anakin. He freezes, instinctively raising his hands up to protect his face. As the lightsaber hits him, though, the hilt and the plasma blade both transform. With a loud SPLASH, the young Jedi finds himself coated in layers of red-and-silver paint.

NASHIRA: (giggles) It isn't a cold shower, but it should work just as well.

Frowning, Nik wipes and flings the dripping paint off of him.

ANAKIN: Not funny, Nashira. This was a fresh outfit.

NASHIRA: And this is a dream, stupid. Now clean yourself off and come to me.

Reaching up behind his head, Anakin finds the tab of a zipper there. Pulling it up, over, and down, he unzips his pigment-marred skin and clothes as if they were one whole suit. With tugging and stretching, he manages to get the whole deal off him, revealing a brand new Anakin identical to the original underneath.

ANAKIN: There -- how's that?

NASHIRA: Servicable.

Stepping up to 'Shira, Nik wraps his arms around her.

ANAKIN: (grins) What do you think we should do while we're here?

NASHIRA: (strokes his hair) What else? (beat) Besides, I wanna see how it feels to do it long distance.

ANAKIN: Alright. But first --

Taking his hands away from Nashira's waist, Nik brings up his left hand and snaps his fingers. With a puff of purple smoke, Raia Vaness and Petra Antilles suddenly materialize; dressed in the scant articles of clothing Anakin mentioned before, they strike alluring poses before their creator. Frowning, 'Shira snaps her own fingers. With a puff of smoke, the facsimiles of Vaness and Antilles are instantly replaced with two new figures: a duplicate of Obi-Wan and a handsome olive-skinned man with long, curly black hair, each wearing the same yellow and red thongs their predecessors sported.

ANAKIN: (points at the olive-skinned man) Who the hell is he?!

NASHIRA: (takes Nik's head in her hands) Wouldn't you like to know ...

Locking their lips in a deep kiss, the two lovers lower themselves onto a large, round bed that has suddenly appeared. Now ignored, Nashira's two masculine creations exchange glances, shrug, then cease to exist in a puff of purple smoke.

Some time passes, and we now find Anakin and Nashira cuddling together under the bed sheets, both looking up into the strange blue sky with contemplation.

ANAKIN: This was nice.

NASHIRA: Yeah, it was, wasn't it? (beat) Do you think we'll ever be able to meet like this again?

ANAKIN: No. I feel that this -- whatever it is -- is a one-time deal. 

NASHIRA: (sighs) It was good while it lasted.

ANAKIN: I'll continue to dream about you, though, just like I do every night.

NASHIRA: (kisses Nik's shoulder) Likewise.

With that, the dream comes to a close.

INT. WAYWARD SON/LOWER GUN WELL

Awakening, Anakin finds that the ship has dropped out of hyperspace; situated out beyond the viewport is the star-studded blackness of realspace.

INT. WAYWARD SON/COCKPIT

Entering the cockpit, Bail crosses over to the pilot's seat. Peering out the viewport, he gazes upon the emptiness before him.

CMDR. VANESS: Next route is three light-minutes out.

BAIL: (rests his hand on her shoulder) Go to my quarters and have yourself a good night's sleep. I'll take it from here.

Yawning, Vaness rises from the seat and leaves the cockpit, allowing the captain to take her place.

INT. WAYWARD SON/MAIN CORRIDOR

Moving out into the freighter's main corridor, Anakin finds Käthe Naad coming towards him from the right end of the corridor.

MSC. NAAD: (smiles) Hi.

ANAKIN: Hi. We just come out of hyperspace?

MSC. NAAD: Yeah, we did. (beat) This is the last safe leg of the journey, you know. From here we're off into Wild Space, travelling along routes few have ever travelled, some which haven't even been charted at all. We're going to be covering new ground, and a lot of it's going to be rough, even dangerous.

ANAKIN: Yeah, I know. It's almost enough to make me want to bail and hitch a ride back to civilization.

MSC. NAAD: Hitch a ride? From here? (grins) I think you'll be waiting quite awhile with your thumb hanging out before any ship comes this way and finds you.

ANAKIN: Hey, I'm a Jedi. Patience and I are old friends from way back.

MSC. NAAD: (nods) I'm sure.

EXT. SPACE

The Wayward Son returns to hyperspace, leaving the relative safety of the Known Regions of the Galaxy for the uncertain paths of Wild Space.

Akton said:

But it suddenly (concord) dawned on me

*groan* 

I could stand it were it not for the tattoos. Me hate tattoos long time.

Oh, it's no big deal. I was just having fun with you. ;-)

I've always had a preference for shows which struck a balance between episodic and serialized storytelling, myself. That way you gets the pros of both without any of the cons.

ray_afraid said:

Also, one of 'em had whiskers. The one that talks to Jar-Jar when he arrives in the lamp city. What's up with that?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Genetic_variation 

R2-918 said:

Overall I really like the new coloring format and loved the fact this Book does not have an annoying dust jacket However I kind of wished they would have updated the Jabba Docking Bay 94 scene with the actual likeness of the real Jabba and they should have changed Bail Antilles to Bail Organa.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NvfCNzGK2BQ 

Humans in the SW Universe age the same as real-world humans and Gungans get only a 65-year lifespan. Too much money and resources spent on clones, battle droids, and death stars to invest in anti-aging research, I suppose.

Oh, c'mon -- people living in Second and Third World countries haved owned VCRs, too.

^I believe he's trying to say that even though DS9 had it's ongoing storyline with the Dominion War, the writers still had various standalone episodes scattered throughout the seasons so that the war wasn't front-and-centre in every single episode.

Coming to America (1988) - B+

Stand by Me (1986) - A

Superman: The Arctic Giant (1942) - B

Superman: The Bulleteers (1942) - B

Superman: Terror on the Midway (1942) - B

Superman: Destruction, Inc. (1942) - B

Superman: The Mummy Strikes (1943) - B

Crooked Rot (2008) - A

Pale Rider (1985) - B+

Night of the Demons (1988)

I loved the awesome animated intro with the John Carpenter-esque theme and the disturbingly sensual dance scene with the goth chick. The rest, though? Just a string of second-rate Evil Dead schenanigans without the benefit of any real scares, likeable characters, or actors even half as good as Bruce Campbell before he honed his skills.

C

Yeah. Rewinding was such a pain in the ass.

EyeShotFirst said:

I'd argue that the standard for child actors has raised considerably since 1999.

I'd argue that the standard for child actors was raised considerably long before 1999. 

® is a form of currency? *scratcheshead*