This user has been banned.
^You can't miss with the original Marvel comics (regardless of what some modern EU fans might say about it).
I think the PT -- any part of the PT -- is best left ignored and forgotten.
I recall enjoying The Truce at Bakura ... *shrug*
Hooterdear said:
Was this territory covered in the EU at all? Has someone written about Vader's and Leia's relationship prior to ANH? It sure seems like they are well acquainted with each other and that she is well acquainted with the rebels.
I'm wracking my brain, but I can't recall any pre-ANH stories that really delve into the history between Leia and Vader. They were acquainted at that point in time, yes, but as for specifics ... *shrug*
I've introduced a fair number of new characters since the last time I posted an "Assign a Face to the Name" entry, so I feel now's as good a time as ever for another.
The carnie who operates the shooting gallery Siri and Corin pay a visit to is based on -- as the photo above clearly indicates -- the director/occasional actor David Lynch.
I rewatched Twin Peaks a number of months ago, and as I have a fondness for patterning the characters in my stories after people/characters from movies/TV shows/music I like, I decided to give Lynch a spiritual role in my story, patterning the carnie character after the Twin Peaks character Gordon Cole (whom Lynch played, just in case you're not familiar with the series).
Clone commander UIY-2249 is patterned after the Blue Velvet character Ben, who was played by Dean Stockwell (My fondness for Lynch's work shows yet again.).
Ben's character is an eccentric character, to say the least, so laid back and carefree that he acts like he's on sedatives. At the same time, though, he possesses a dark edge which lies just beneath the surface. These are qualities I know the higher ranking, non-Force sensitive clones in my universe would have, engineered as they are by the Clonemasters to have fewer emotions than non-clones.
The physical appearance of the "red-skinned woman" -- who I'm just going to go ahead and identify as Nykres Eikhan, a biological Sith sorceress of the original Sith Empire -- is based off of the actress Karen Black.
Nykres is very much a character out of a horror film -- and that will become very evident later on in this screenplay -- so it came to me to pattern her after an actress who has long been associated with the genre. I came to settle on Ms. Black, who -- while being rather attractive in her younger years (at least in my eyes) -- still had a bizarre, almost alien cast to her features. Such features would sit well on a female of the Sith species.
The young blonde girl from the flashback on the agrarian colony world is based on a young Britt Irvin (An actress I'm sure no one outside of Canada knows about. ;-()
Why I've chosen her to represent the character will be made clear in a future post.
Atha Prime -- real name Iain Cadmus -- looks too much like Ray Wise. =P
Yeah, I know -- he doesn't look very intimidating for someone who instigated a Clone War. That certainly worked to his favour, though, allowing him to rise from geneticist to CEO to ruler of an entire interstellar power with a minimum of fuss.
To make a long story short, the basic physical appearance of Atha Prime/Iain Cadmus was based on the appearance of Paul Westfield, a character who ran a genetic engineering program in the Superman comics.
So when the idea came to me to find an actor who had some physical resemblance to the character above -- especially in regards to the hair -- I settled on Wise (That he played Leland Palmer on Twin Peaks had absolutely no bearing on my choosing him -- none whatsoever. *crossesfingers*)
And as you've all almost certainly noticed, I didn't list anyone in connection to SGW-0027, the sadomasochistic Force-adept clone. JFTR, I have chosen an actress to represent her, but I don't want to say who just yet in order to preserve the mystery.
Now, moving on to something I haven't touched on for a while: uniforms.
This is the armour worn by your basic clone shocktrooper.
Obviously, the body of the armour is the same as that of the clone troopers from the PT. I changed the helmet, though, as I didn't want to imply a connect to the Mandalorians (That I don't like the design of the clone trooper helmets to begin with is beside the point). The helmet used in the image above was taken from a screencap of a Genite, a type of pseudo-stormtrooper featured in the TV series Andromeda.
When it comes to the armour worn by Force-adept clones like SGW-0027, it appears as a composite of the armour and robes worn by Obi-Wan in the image just above (only with white robes and cloak instead of brown) with a smooth, featureless, mirrored helmet worn under a large hood similar to that shown in the comic book cover.
Beyond the Thrawn Trilogy and Hand of Thrawn Duology, I'd recommend I, Jedi and the Corellian Trilogy.
Of course, there are also books I'd recommend you avoid. Pretty much any novel written by Kevin J. Anderson -- especially the Jedi Academy Trilogy -- should be steered clear of at all costs. Oh, and Death Troopers, too; I consider it one of the worst -- if not the worst -- novel I've read from the EU.
;-(
^I could live with that. I just wish the people at Lucasfilm would follow suit.
I'm disappointed no one's mentioned Ric Olié yet. He's clearly the most memorable character in the PT hands down.
I remember liking the Hand of Thrawn books. Perhaps they're a little drawn out, but I still enjoyed reading them. As a general rule, I avoid audiobooks, so I can't say if they are the source of your lack of enjoyment.
timdiggerm said:
See that barely-filled hole between ESB and ROTJ?
There's hope for Xizor yet!
if that's a thing anyone wants, I guess...
What I want is to see the PT and the lame/uninspired/shitty aspects of Filoni's shows rendered officially non-canon.
Oh, and any depiction of Luke engaging Vader in a lightsaber duel prior to the events of TESB.
EXT. AGRARIAN COLONY WORLD -- FARMING COMMUNITY -- DAY (FLASHBACK)
From a cyan sky, a red dwarf star shines its light down upon a small farming community. Established on a temperate world located beyond even the outskirts of the greater galactic community, the community has little in the way of modern contrivances; while a small number of prefabricated huts and at least one landspeeder can been seen, they are outnumbered by adobe houses, wooden barns, and animal-drawn wagons and carriages.
Beside a short wood fence, a group of children play. Running about, tossing a large red ball back and forth, they are clearly having the time of their young lives. Seated upon the fence apart from the children, watching them play, is an ELEVEN-YEAR-OLD BLONDE GIRL dressed in a simple tan shirt, brown pants, but no shoes. Though a lovely child, with aquamarine eyes so intense they could almost cut through solid durasteel, her prettiness is marred by the downcast expression she wears across her face.
As one of the children -- a pigtailed strawberry blonde with freckles -- tosses the red ball to a pudgy boy with dark auburn hair, he leaps up to catch it; grazing the boy's fingertips, the ball passes over his head and hits the blue grass behind him, rolling over to the fence, where it stops right below the blonde girl's feet. Spotting the ball, she lowers herself down from the fence and picks it up.
BLONDE GIRL: (walks over to the auburn-haired boy, a smile on her face) Here.
The blonde girl hands the boy the ball. He hesitates a moment, suspicious of her intentions. The moment passes, then he snatches the ball from her and retreats, acting as if afraid he might catch something. Returning to his comrades, the auburn boy tosses the ball and the game resumes. Ignored once again, the girl's hopeful smile fades. Turning away, she returns to the fence, crestfallen.
As she climbs up the fence, she takes the time to look upon the small group of five ranchers currently at work there in on the other side. Strong hemp ropes gripped in their strong, calloused hands, they struggle to hold down an ornery bull bantha. The bantha, snorting and braying, kicks out with its back legs and throws its head side-to-side in an effort to dislodge the ropes. One of the workers, slipping in the earth under his feet, falls forward, losing his hold on the rope in his hands. This is all the bantha needs to press his advantage, and he does so; unbalanced, the ranchers all lose their hold on the bantha and he shakes and tosses them loose.
With no one holding him down, the bantha charges the fence, ramming it. The fence is sturdy, and though it rattles tremendously, it refuses to break. Rearing back, the bantha rams the fence again, this time releasing a pained roar as it does so. Quickly, it becomes apparent that the bantha won't be able to break down the fence; he won't stop trying, though, even if it means his death.
Hanging onto the fence, the blonde girl looks upon the bantha as it slowly bashes its brains in in a futile effort at escape. Her aquamarine eyes narrowing, she decides to take action; flinging herself over the fence, she jogs over towards the bull. Noticing her, one of the ranchers runs over and grabs her by the arm, pulling her back.
RANCHER #1: Are you daft, girl?! That bull'll trample you right into the earth!
Spinning around, the girl locks her fierce eyes on the rancher.
BLONDE GIRL: (angry) Let me go!
The force of her words slamming into him with the force of a planet-killing asteroid, the rancher takes his hold off her, stock-still and dumbstruck. Wasting not one second more on the rancher, she completes her jog to the bantha's side.
BLONDE GIRL: (raising her hands up in a placating gesture) It's alright, boy ... Calm down ... Stop ramming the fence, boy ... you'll hurt yourself ... I'm here, now, I won't hurt you ... I'm your friend ... Just move away from the fence, boy ... move away ...
The girl continues with her soothing words. It takes only a minute, and the bantha stops his violent assault against the fence. Calming down, he backs away from the wooden posts. Smiling, the girl walks right up to the bantha and begins stroking the red-brown fur on his massive side.
Looking upon the girl and the now-docile bantha, the ranchers exchange confused glances.
RANCHER #2: How in the worlds did she do that?
RANCHER #3: She has a weird way about her.
RANCHER #4: Her sister was the same -- exactly the same.
INT. PURIFIER/HOLOPROJECTION CHAMBER
A door slides open, allowing entrance into the dark, spacious holoprojection chamber. Fully clad now in the white armour, robe, and cloak of a Force-adept shocktrooper, SGW-0027 steps inside. As the door slides back closed, she walks on over to a small round platform set into the floor in the centre of the chamber. As she steps atop it, THIRTEEN HOLOGRAPHIC FIGURES manifest in a circle around her. All larger than life, these are the members of the Athan Directorate.
ATHA PRIME: Officer SGW-0027?
SGW-0027: I am she. (bows to the athas) How may I be of serve, my masters?
ATHA NINE: We have received some rather disconcerting news.
ATHA ZERO: News pertaining to your actions in the Bajilon system, Captain.
SGW-0027: (confused) News pertaining to ...? (beat) Masters, I am sure I do not know what you are talking about.
ATHA ELEVEN: According to a report filed by your subordinate, officer UIY-2249, in the process of securing the Bajilon system, you captured a group of Imperial researchers trying to flee the primary world.
SGW-0027: Yes, that is true. Such is standard procedure --
ATHA SEVEN: (interrupting) What is not standard procedure, Captain, is the summary execution of your prisoners without an extensive prior interrogation.
SGW-0027: Not true, Masters. I did interrogate one of them beforehand.
ATHA SIX: Only one.
SGW-0027: In the process of capturing the Imperials, they fired upon us. There was no choice but to return fire. Unfortunately, he was the only survivor.
ATHA ONE: That isn't what the report says, Captain.
ATHA EIGHT: According to officer UIY-2249's report, the researchers surrendered without incident.
ATHA TWO: You purposely selected those Imperials which were non-humanoid and female and had them immediately put to death. The one you spared was a Human male.
SGW-0027: I fail to see how his gender or species has any bearing on this matter.
ATHA THREE: Also according to officer UIY-2249's report, the "interrogation" you subjected your captive to was largely a pretense. You submitted no questions, received no answers.
ATHA FIVE: You subjected your prisoner to torture.
ATHA FOUR: And for reasons other than service to this body.
The athas fall silent for a moment to allow SGW to digest this.
SGW-0027: Masters, I do not know what to tell you. Perhaps officer UIY-2249 misinterpreted the facts. Perhaps you misread his report.
ATHA TEN: Are you questioning our competence, officer SGW-0027?
SGW-0027: Forgive me, Masters. You competence is not at question here.
ATHA PRIME: It is clear to us, Captain, that something is amiss within the hierarchy of your command. Either you are defective or officer UIY-2249 is. In either case, we will be sending another Force-adept captain to rendezvous with your fleet; they will assume command and see the rest of this campaign through to completion.
SGW-0027: (nonplussed) What?! You cannot --!
ATHA PRIME: (angry) You and officer UIY-2249 will report to Cartao for evaluation! (beat) Am I making myself understood, Captain?
SGW-0027: (fuming) Yes.
ATHA PRIME: Very well, then. Dismissed.
With that final word, the athas discontinue the connection. The holograms fade, returning the chamber to complete blackness. Turning on her heel, SGW storms out.
^Predictable non-answer.
With all the poor ideas that have already popped up within the nuEU, it's obvious the "Canon Story Group" has no better a grasp on quality control or restraint than their predecessors did. A few years down the line, and the "canon" timeline will become as bloated and unwieldy as the timeline of the old EU was.
Desree said:
This is one of the most disco things I have ever seen. Heard Mecco's track before, but that video... It's something else. I like that both Vader and 3po can fly. And there are more than two of them.
Nute Gunray will be shocked and dismayed to hear this.
TV's Frink said:
DuracellEnergizer said:
Unlike 100.99% of everyone else, I didn't find Galaxy Quest anything special, so chalk this up as a meh for me.
Shocking.
Somehow, I'm getting the vibe that you're not honestly shocked.
darth_ender said:
I think DuracellEndergizer rated Galaxy Quest as a 5.623 back in the day.
Actually, it would have been a 6.5 or 7.0 according to the old scale. =P
Unlike 100.99% of everyone else, I didn't find Galaxy Quest anything special, so chalk this up as a meh for me.
digitalfreaknyc said:
I'm betting most people have never seen this before...
It was filmed September 12, 1978 at Fox studios.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=buRGuDX8Oek
It's....quite somethin'.
The time has come for me to kill myself once again ...
darth_ender said:
Now the joke is ruined, but your perception of my sanity is preserved.
No, it isn't.
=P
TV's Frink said:
Or it's like an atheist saying "God bless you" after a sneeze...it's just reflexive.
Or an agnostic. =P
INT. CORUSCANT -- JEDI TEMPLE/COUNCIL CHAMBERS -- EVENING
Siri, now attired in the uniform of a knight of the Coruscanti Order, stands within the chamber doorway, her gaze focused on the twelve Jedi masters seated at the centre of the room. Having assembled to discuss hot topics revolving around acolytes of their order hours before, their meeting is now drawing to a close.
MACE WINDU: (cont'd) So it is agreed -- we will dispatch a party led by Mistress D'kana to deal with the school of heretics on Christophsis. I will issue the order myself. (beat) Meeting adjourned.
The meeting at an end, the Jedi masters and mistresses rise from their seats and begin to file out. Stepping out of the doorway, Siri allows the masters exit, deferentially bowing her head to each and every one of them as they pass through. Only ten of the twelve leave the room, however; MACE WINDU and ADI GALLIA remain positioned by their seats.
MACE WINDU: Knight Tachi. Please, come forward.
Obeying his command, Siri steps on over to join the two masters, her hands clasped behind her back and her back ramrod straight.
ADI GALLIA: (smiles) At ease, Siri. Save the rigid formality for the Imperial commanders.
Siri allows herself to loosen up.
MACE WINDU: How was your vacation, Siri?
SIRI: It was ... good, Master Windu, very relaxing. Getting away from the capital for awhile was just what I needed. I'm back now, though, ready to resume my duties to the Order.
MACE WINDU: Good, because we have a special assignment lined up for you.
SIRI: Will I be going to the front lines?
ADI GALLIA: No, not that. Something closer to home.
MACE WINDU: As of late, our duties on the Council have kept us completely occupied, forcing us to stay on-duty late into the night. Because of this, we haven't been able to give our son, Uzochi, as much attention as we'd like.
ADI GALLIA: The nanny 'droid has been taking excellent care of him, but he's a four year old boy; he needs the constant care and attention only another organic being can provide.
SIRI: So you'd like me to be his caretaker.
ADI GALLIA: Only during the afternoon. Your mornings and evenings would be completely free.
MACE WINDU: The 'droid can handle 'Chi the rest of the day.
The masters give Siri a moment of silence to think things over.
SIRI: Master Windu, Mistress Gallia, I'd be honoured to care for your son. When shall I start?
In response, the two Jedi spouses smile.
INT. IMPERIAL BARRACKS/BUILDING E7 -- EVENING
In this well-lit barracks building, several enlisted personnel are getting ready for lights out. On the surface, they appear no different from any other enlisted personnel. Looking closer, however, what distinguishes them soon becomes apparent; all of them, regardless of gender or species, are Jedi of one type or another.
Obi-Wan and Anakin are also there. At their bunk bed, the two Jedi finish up what small chores they have before getting ready to slip under the covers; Anakin, on the top bunk, makes some final calibrations to his lightsaber while Obi-Wan, on the bottom bunk, clears some lodged pebbles out from the grooves of his left boot.
ANAKIN: (finishes the calibration) There, that should do it.
Triggering the activation stud on his lightsaber, Nik engages the vibrant cyan blade. Moving the hilt around to get a feel for the blade and to hear its hum as it moves through the air, he smiles.
TEYF BERAL: (O.S.) That's a mighty fine-sounding blade you've got there, Jedi.
Looking toward the source of the voice, Anakin spies TEYF BERAL seated on the edge of his bunk directly across from him. A tall, lean Duros male with viridian skin and scarlet eyes, he's not much younger than Anakin himself.
ANAKIN: Yeah?
TEYF BERAL: Yeah. You wouldn't mind lending it to me a moment, would you? Just to check it out?
ANAKIN: No problem. (disengages the lightsaber) Here.
Nik tosses the hilt to the Duros, who, snatching it from the air with effortless ease, activates it with one graceful movement.
TEYF BERAL: (testing the feel of the blade) Nice. Not as well-tuned as mine, but nice.
ANAKIN: (cocks an eyebrow) Not as well-tuned as yours, huh? Why don't you show me this "well-tuned" saber of yours, fella, and let me judge for myself?
TEYF BERAL: (deactivates the lightsaber) Sure thing.
Returning Anakin's lightsaber to him, the Duros Jedi goes to his footlocker and opens it. Reaching inside, he pulls out a bronze lightsaber hilt.
TEYF BERAL: Here you are. (tosses the hilt to Anakin)
Catching the bronze hilt, Nik shifts it around until it sits comfortably in the palm of his left hand. With a sharp SNAP-HISS, he engages the blade of deep cerulean.
ANAKIN: (smirks) Good blade, bro, but better than mine? Dream on.
Disengaging Teyf's lightsaber, Nik tosses it back to the Duros, who grumpily returns it to his footlocker.
TEYF BERAL: There's only one way to settle this dispute.
ANAKIN: (grins) Oh yeah? What's that?
TEYF BERAL: (grins) With a duel. May the best blade win. How about it? Unless you're too chicken.
ANAKIN: Just name the time and place, pal.
TEYF BERAL: Tomorrow, in the gymnasium, at 22:50.
ANAKIN: You're on!
OBI-WAN: (sighs) Boys, boys, boys. Bickering over blades is unbecoming of apprentices. You should be ashamed of yourselves.
TEYF BERAL: (cocks a brow) Who said anything about being an apprentice? I may very well be a full-fledged knight.
SEV BERAL: (O.S.) He isn't, of course.
Almost appearing as if out of nowhere is SEV BERAL. Like Teyf, he, too, is a Duros. Unlike Teyf, however, he is older -- with dark teal skin and deep crimson eyes -- a seasoned Jedi Knight.
SEV BERAL: (to Teyf) You were getting ready for bed, weren't you, padawan?
TEYF BERAL: (humbled) Yes, Uncle. As soon as the lights are out, so am I.
OBI-WAN: (to Anakin) I assume the same is true for yourself?
ANAKIN: (quickly lies down on his bunk and pulls the covers over himself) Oh, yeah. Consider me on Dream World.
SEV BERAL: (holds his open hand out to Obi-Wan) I'm Sev Beral, Jedi Knight of the Durosian Order.
OBI-WAN: (takes Sev's hand and shakes it) Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Knight-errant. (beat) I haven't seen you here before. I take it you've been stationed here fairly recently?
SEV BERAL: (nods) I've spent the last eleven years out of the war, training Teyf and my son Jano on Duro. Now that they've completed their first trial together and built their first lightsabers, the time has come to leave sanctuary and join our brethren in the fight against the Clonemasters.
OBI-WAN: Perhaps you should have stayed on Duro. The clones don't hold much territory outside of the Prackla sector anymore. Once we've broken their lines there, Cartao itself will soon fall into our hands. The war'll be over in a year, maybe less.
SEV BERAL: Then me and my boys will fight all the harder to end the war even sooner.
OBI-WAN: (laughs) From your lips to God's ears.
SEV BERAL: (grins) Which one?
Obi-Wan laughs again.
As this is happening, a YOUNG WOMAN attired in the black uniform and rank insignia of a first lieutenant of the Imperial Army enters the building. As she walks over to Obi-Wan and Nik's bunk, Obi-Wan and Sev snap to attention and greet her with salutes.
OBI-WAN KENOBI: Lt. Esson.
LT. ESSON: (returns the salutes) SgM. Kenobi, are you free?
OBI-WAN: (nods) How may I be of service, Lieutenant?
LT. ESSON: I'm here to see you about a reassignment, Major.
OBI-WAN: Reassignment? But Anakin and I were to be stationed on the Resolute under the command of Capt. Wullf Yularen --
LT. ESSON: Please, Major, if you'd just follow me ...?
OBI-WAN: (gestures toward Anakin) What of my apprentice?
LT. ESSON: He may come along.
Turning on her heels, the lieutenant departs. Obi-Wan and Nik exchange glances.
OBI-WAN: (to Sev) I guess we'll continue our conversation another night.
INT. IMPERIAL BARRACKS/MESS HALL -- EVENING
The two Jedi and the lieutenant stand within the mess hall, which is now dark, silent, and empty for the night.
ANAKIN: I take it we're not here for a midnight snack.
LT. ESSON: I have a message for you, Maj. Kenobi.
Reaching into her tunic, Esson pulls out a hand-held holoprojector.
LT. ESSON: (hands the projector to Obi-Wan) It's from Capt. Bail Organa.
Obi-Wan: (accepting the projector) Bail, hmm? I wonder what it is he has for me.
Obi-Wan presses a button set into the side of the holoprojector. Almost immediately, a monochromatic holographic recording of BAIL ORGANA'S head flickers into existence. Almost as if it could see Obi-Wan standing there, the transparent head smiles.
BAIL: Hello, Obi-Wan. I wish I could be there in person to talk to you, you slick trickster, but my duties have forced me elsewhere.
OBI-WAN: (half-smiles) So what else is new?
BAIL: (drops the smile) Almost a month ago, we lost contact with the Bajilon system in the Arkanis sector. Just in case you don't know, the Bajilon system lies along the Crystal Passage, one parsec away from Geonosis. It serves as a junction between Geonosis and the rest of the Empire. (beat) Here's the kicker, though, Kenobi. We haven't simply lost contact with the Bajilon system -- we've been cut off from it.
ANAKIN: (frowns) What?
BAIL: That's right -- cut off. All primary, secondary, and tertiary routes into the system have become impassable. We suspect the Athans have established interdiction fields at key points along the routes to effective cut the Bajilon system and all systems past it off from the rest of the Known Regions.
ANAKIN: But that's impossible. The Clonemasters would have to use hundreds of interdictor generators and --
BAIL: (cont'd) That's right -- it should be impossible. They'd have to use hundreds of interdictor generators, all set up at key points in space light-months and years apart to cover as many entry points as possible. It's unfeasible. However, it seems to have been done.
OBI-WAN: Here's where he comes to the point of the message.
BAIL: Obi-Wan, now's where I come to the point of this message. The top brass has officially sanctioned a mission to send a team -- a team aboard a single, small ship -- on a short reconnaissance mission into the Bajilon system. We slip in, find out what the clones are doing, and then slip out and return to Coruscant. (beat) Like I said, most conventional routes into the system have been cut off. By charting a roundabout course along the bottom edge of Wild Space, though, we believe we can find a backdoor the Athans failed to cover. (beat) Kenobi, I want you for this mission. I'm not going to lie to you -- this is going to be an extremely hazardous mission. We're going to be travelling close to a region of space we know little about, along routes we've never charted before. We could all fly too close to a quasar and find ourselves atomized. But you know how to strive under pressure -- you proved that a thousand times over on Alderaan, Nabu, and Dania VII. Lord knows you're invaluable. (beat) I'm not ordering you to do this, but I'd like your help. The whitefaces are planning something, Obi-Wan, and whatever it is, it's insidious.
With those final words, the recording comes to an end. Deactivating the holoprojector, Obi-Wan hands it back to Esson.
OBI-WAN: How soon do we leave?
EXT. NAL HUTTA -- SPACE
Leaving the gravity well of Nar Shaddaa and it's parent world Nal Hutta, the Scorekeeper's Ryyk -- a heavily modified J-type 327 Nubian starship -- prepares to makes its entry into the extradimensional fabric of hyperspace.
INT. SCOREKEEPER'S RYYK/COCKPIT
Inside the Scorekeeper's cockpit sit Llomon and Mahttoh. As can be expected, the Trandoshan sits in the pilot's seat while the Wookiee sits in the copilot's.
MAHTTOH: (in Shyriiwook, subtitled) So, which of the Jedi scum do we blast first? Kenobi on Coruscant or that Skywalker kid in the Oblerone system?
LLOMON: (in Dosh, subtitled) That's Orron system, you hair-enveloped numbskull.
MAHTTOH: (subtitled) Whichever. We have to off one of them first, so which do we pick?
LLOMON: (subtitled) Why ask me? I don't kriffing know.
MAHTTOH: (subtitled) We should go for whoever's on the closest planet.
LLOMON: (subtitled) Let me bring up the star charts ...
Activating the navicomputer, the Trandoshan calls up star maps of the Orron and Coruscant systems.
LLOMON: (subtitled) The Coruscant and Orron systems are both of roughly equal distance away here.
MAHTTOH: (sighs; subtitled) I guess we'll just have to flip for it. Do you have a coin?
LLOMON: (subtitled) Yeah, I'm sure I do ...
Reaching into a pocket on his flight suit, the Trandoshan fishes around for a loose coin. Finding one, he pulls it out.
LLOMON: (hands the coin to Mahttoh; subtitled) I don't have the fingers for coin tossing. You do it.
Taking the coin, the Wookiee positions it over his left index finger and thumb.
MAHTTOH: (subtitled) Heads we go to Orron-whatever, tails we go to Coruscant. Call it.
LLOMON: (subtitled) Heads.
The Wookiee flips the coin.
EXT. SPACE
With the coin deciding for them, the bounty hunters chart a course into their navicomp and the Scorekeeper's Ryyk makes the leap into hyperspace.
Not me, unfortunately. Life has made me far too jaded. And the crossguard lightsaber still sucks. (=P)
Warbler said:
On youtube, I bumped into a few people that take the Bible to be the literal truth to the extreme. Because there are a few passages that talk about the corners of the earth and such, they believe the Earth to be flat. I kid you not. They actually believe the Earth is flat and not a globe. They believe all pictures and films showing the Earth to a sphere are fakes. They also believe that space travel is impossible, so every NASA mission to space is faked.
Ah, yes ... modern day flat Earthers and geocentricists. Before 2008, I didn't even think such people existed. It's a sad shame that they do.
doubleofive said:
Smithers said:
At the end of Vader #4 you see the next cover which features... *gasp* a yellow lightsaber?! For some reason I am not fond of the idea that there are tons of lightsaber colours, it's already bad enough that we have a purple one and a black one in the canon for that matter. What do you guys think of this?Ahsoka has a yellow lightsaber and her cartoon is canon already.
It was a yellow-green actually. Bona fide yellow sabers were wielded by the Jedi Temple guards, though.
Bingowings said:
Think it through guys it's not that difficult.
Oh, they're capable of thinking it through, they just don't want to. It's hard to hold onto hatred for "Lucas bashers" once you decide to let objectivity slip into your thought processes.
Radar Rider said:
I actually like the change, but I do have two gripes with it:
1. They could've used a better shot of Hayden. The whole looking down at shoes thing was a bit strange
2. For consistency sake, maybe put Ewan in as well. Or on a second thought if its the whole ghost manifesting as the spirit's prime-of-life thing I guess it wouldn't make sense to put Ewan in since Obi-Wan never turned dark.
I saw the version with Shaw first and foremost but it always took me out of the scene that this baby boomer looking guy was the guy behind the Vader mask.
All in all it was necessary IMO to give better linkage with the PT.
My reaction to this post in general, my reaction to the last sentence in particular: