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^I am so completely unused to seeing Kyle MacLachlan as a middle-aged man with wrinkles.

This whole discussion is making me want to own a Bible annotated by liberal/non-inerrantist Christians.

Until two days ago I never realized just how much I hate the term "electric boogaloo".

INT. CENTRAL TOWER/PRE VIZSLA'S WONDER ROOM - SUNSET

Later that day, Zull stands within the room dedicated to showcasing the various trophies and antiques Vizsla has collected over the years. Various bladed weapons -- Jedi katanas, Sith swords, Massassi lanvaroks, and miscellaneous axes, daggers, and polearms -- line the north wall; three suits of armour -- a suit of ancient Lettow armour from the time of the First Great Schism, a suit of bulky Mandalorian armour from the Great Sith War, and jet-black Neo-Sith armour from the New Sith Wars -- stand side-by-side against the east wall; a tall shelf loaded with ancient books, scrolls, and outmoded data plaques stands against the west wall; and heads and other appendages from miscellaneous species -- sentient and non-sentient alike -- sit mounted upon the south wall. Within the direct centre of the room, situated directly beneath Zull's gaze, is a glass display case containing over a dozen lightsabers.

PRE VIZSLA: (O.S.) I didn't expect to find you in here.

ZULL: Did you collect all these lightsabers yourself?

Vizsla walks up to Zull and peers down over her shoulder at the Jedi weapons.

PRE VIZSLA: Yes. They were all taken from adversaries I've defeated over the years.

ZULL: Do you remember who owned each weapon?

PRE VIZSLA: Yes. (points to a long-handle lightsaber) That one belonged to a wookiee Dark Jedi. (points to a lightsaber with a carved wooden hilt) That one belonged to an Ithorian priest. (points to a black-and-chrome saberstaff) That one belonged to a spice addict who didn't even know how to use it properly. I don't know where she got it from. (points to a familiar hilt) And that one's a recent edition. It belonged to the ronin Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi. The one right above it belonged to his friend, Siri Tachi.

ZULL: Why do you collect them?

PRE VIZSLA: As a reminder that all those beings, with all their mechanical plasma swords, couldn't defeat a single warrior with the Force as his ally.

ZULL: (turns to face Vizsla) You have something to tell me, don't you? I can sense it. What is it?

PRE VIZSLA: The time has come to make another raid, this time to Ryloth. I'll be leaving in three weeks, and I'm putting you in charge until I return.

ZULL: (frowns) Me?

PRE VIZSLA: You.

ZULL: Surely there's someone else, someone with more experience --

PRE VIZSLA: (puts his hands on her shoulder) There's no one else I can choose. You are my closest confidante. You know me, more than anyone else on this planet knows me. You will know how to run things in my absence.

ZULL: Pre ...

PRE VIZSLA: I won't be gone long. A week, at most. You don't have to worry. I trust you.

Taking his hands from her shoulders, the Jedi-turned-Mandalorian turns and leaves. Once he is out the door, Zull turns her attention back on the display case. Reaching down, she touches the tips of her fingers to the glass directly over Ben's lightsaber.

INT. BUNKER 13/LEVEL 34/OBI-WAN, SIRI, & PRIMEDAY'S QUARTERS/MAIN ROOM - EVENING

As a loud buzz sounds through the air, Siri rises from her sleep. Groaning with grogginess, she pushes up from the sofa and saunters over to the door. Pressing a button, she opens the door. Standing there, the concealing hood of a voluminous cloak pulled up over her head, is Zull.

SIRI: (sobering up instantly) What is it? What are you doing here?

Reaching into her cloak, Zull pulls out the two lightsabers belonging to Siri and Ben.

ZULL: I replaced them with replicas, so they won't be missed. (holds them out) Take them.

SIRI: Zull, I --

ZULL: (angry) Take them before I change my mind!

Wasting no more time on idle chatter, Siri takes the two lightsabers.

SIRI: Thank you.

ZULL: I don't want your thanks.

Readjusting her hood to make certain it is still in place, the Meketrex ex-priestess turns and leaves.

He's not deMandy! I'm deMandy! Ernesto deMandy to be precise!

Personally, I wish Vader had brought in a creepy Dr. Strangelove-type character armed with a giant needle instead of that clunky floating cue ball.

But I digress ...

Ah, the Hiromi ... I liked them in their first appearance; too bad it wasn't their only appearance.

INT. DANIA VII - MESS HALL - DAY

Anakin, Obi-Wan, Siri, and Nashira all sit together in the mess hall, quietly going over the details of the conversation with the crew of the Deliverer from the night before over lunch.

ANAKIN: So how long is it going to take them to get here?

OBI-WAN: Depending on how fast they can assemble a fleet together, on which hyperlanes they choose, and how many stops they make, it could take them two-to-three weeks, perhaps longer. (beat) Once they get here, they'll bombard the dockyard from orbit and take out as many capital ships as they can before sending fighters down to the surface to finish the job.

SIRI: We're assuming this world's defenses are all tied up in the same general location as the spaceport. Take it out and this world will fall into Imperial hands within hours.

ANAKIN: There's just one thing I don't understand.

OBI-WAN: What?

ANAKIN: For the past couple months we've all been training to pool our energies together in the Force. If the Imperials are just going to swoop in and liberate us, then what was the whole point of it all?

OBI-WAN: You're unaware of how closely Mandalorians guard their possessions and acquisitions.

ANAKIN: What are you talking about?

SIRI: The Mandalorians of the past were infamous for how poorly they accepted defeat. If there was a danger that something they had would fall into enemy hands, they'd see it destroyed than lost to them. (beat) If the Death Watchmen stay true to form, they'll slaughter every sentient within these walls once it becomes apparent to them that they can't win against Organa's forces.

ANAKIN: (horrified) My God!

OBI-WAN: If we want to survive, we'll have to act in concert with Bail.

NASHIRA: How do we do that?

SIRI: Once the fleet arrives, they're going to send a message down to us informing us of their arrival. They'll give us an hour to inform the others, and then they'll attack. When that happens, we make our own move.

NASHIRA: What about Zull?

SIRI: What about Zull?

NASHIRA: Do we tell her all this?

SIRI: I wouldn't advise it.

NASHIRA: Why not?

SIRI: Primeday told me Zull wouldn't interfere with us before the revolt, but she also said she didn't know what Zull would do once the revolt took place. There's no telling how she'd react to this news; it could be the very thing that turns her against us.

NASHIRA: Or turns her to us.

SIRI: (sighs) If you want Zull to learn about this, I won't be the one to tell her. You'll have to tell her yourself.

NASHIRA: Me? Why me?

SIRI: You're the only one of us she knows all that well and the only one she's displayed affection for. If she ever takes the news well, it'll be because she heard it from your lips, not ours.

Troubled by this revelation, 'Shira turns her gaze downward at her lunch and begins to haphazardly stab at it with her fork.

EXT. CENTRAL TOWER/GARDEN - DAY

Zull walks through the well-maintained garden with Nashira by her side; dressed in a beautiful ultramarine gown with her hair elaborately held by finely-crafted silver mesh, she looks positively stunning.

NASHIRA: I'm glad you could see me, Zull.

ZULL: (smiles down at Nashira) I've always got time for you, Nahira.

As they approach a strange cyan-and-aquamarine mottled tree-like plant with huge pods, Zull comes to a stop, regarding it reverently.

ZULL: This is a vinz clortho, a plant from my homeworld. Knowing how homesick I've been, Pre had it brought here so that I'd feel closer to home.

NASHIRA: (smiles) It's beautiful.

ZULL: The vinz clortho is a most unusual plant. Its evolved so that it can only be fertilized by the zuul.

NASHIRA: What's a zuul?

ZULL: A zuul is a large, flying insect. The poison it secretes is fatally toxic to most species.

Reaching into her gown, Zull withdraws a medium-sized vial. Holding it up to the light, an iridescent liquid can be seen resting within.

ZULL: (cont'd) But to the vinz clortho, it is the seed of life itself. Without it, the plants cannot reproduce and release its spores. Without the zuul, the vinz clortho would die out.

Zull unsheathes a thin dagger and, uncapping the vial, dips the blade into the iridescent poison.

NASHIRA: How does the zuul, you know, fertilize the plant?

ZULL: (resealing and repocketing the vial) How else?

Moving up close to the trunk of the vinz clortho, Zull draws back her dagger and then, grimacing, proceeds to stab the plant over-and-over again; semi-self aware, the vinz clortho shudders with each stab into its waxy flesh.

ZULL: It stabs into the vinz clortho with its stinger, again and again, until all its poison has been emptied into the plant.

Withdrawing her blade, Zull resheathes it. As blue-black sap runs from ten cuts, the vinz clortho begins to shimmer with a slight radiance.

ZULL: From the violence of the zuul comes the beauty of the vinz clortho, and the beauty is worth the violence. (turns and walks back to 'Shira) What was it you wanted to talk with me about?

NASHIRA: Zull, we got a reply.

ZULL: (stoney) A reply?

NASHIRA: An Imperial star defender picked up the transmission. A fleet should be here within three weeks, give-or-take.

ZULL: I see ...

NASHIRA: Zull, I wanted to tell you 'cause I wanted you to be ready when they got here.

ZULL: Of course ...

NASHIRA: (takes Zull's hand) Zull ...

Zull looks down on the human girl.

NASHIRA: (cont'd) I want you to help us. Fight with us, please.

Smiling sadly, Zull puts her hand on 'Shira's cheek.

ZULL: I can't, Nashira. I'm a Mandalorian now, and Pre's my master. I can't betray him after all he's done for me.

NASHIRA: Zull, please ...

ZULL: (removes her hand) I'm sorry.

NASHIRA: (crying) Zull, you told me you were homesick. Well, I'm homesick, too. I miss my friends, I miss my family. I want to see my mom and dad again! I want to go home!

Sobbing, Nashira grabs the fabric of Zull's gown and weeps into it. Unable to tolerate the young girl's horrible crying, Zull immediately gets down on one knee and hugs the trembling child to her.

Gotta say I hate the last four issues in the Marvel comics. Terrible artwork, over-the-top-and-out-of-place humour, stupid pirate aliens, and rushed storytelling do not a good final storyline make.

Eh, he looked better with the goatee.

I won't mind seeing Sith if they were portrayed as heroes rather than villains for a change, but that'll never happen.

Now I've got a craving for alcohol ...

I'm not so keen on rebooting the PT as I am in just having it decanonized. As long as that garbage is considered "real", the Star Wars Universe will never be clean.

I finished re-reading the Marvel Star Wars comics, and I have to say that my thoughts towards them haven't changed all that much.

I feel the series was very well written and very strong until three things happened: that lame Mandalorian story with Fenn Shysa was released, Mary Jo Duffy became the head writer, and ROTJ premiered; from there on out the series just lost its spark and steadily became lustreless. Still, the series wasn't outright awful at this point, and it remained relatively enjoyable until the last four issues, when the writing just turned to complete shit with that stupid Tof storyline.

^This is why I'm a huge supporter of self-determination. There should be nothing wrong with a homosexual openly and honestly rejecting a homosexual lifestyle IF that is what they truly want to do.

Personally, at this time I only consider a personal fanedit of the OT which exists only within my mind, my own currently-under-development PT rewrite, the first and third Indiana Jones movies, Willow, and the director's cut of Dark City completely canon. Of course, there also a lot more stuff out there which I consider deuterocanonical and apocryphal (ie. not completely canon but not completely non-canon, either).

Perhaps you should just read through these threads for opinions on personal canon:

http://originaltrilogy.com/forum/topic.cfm/Whats-your-Personal-Canon/topic/13172/

http://originaltrilogy.com/forum/topic.cfm/What-do-think-of-the-EU-and-what-do-you-accept-as-Star-Wars-canon/topic/16048/

I forgot to remember. I'm always forgetting to remember. It's surprising that I can remember that I forgot at all.

INT. DELIVERER/BAIL'S QUARTERS

In the darkened interior of his quarters, Bail Organa lies asleep upon his bed.

BAIL: (asleep): A lot of blue hair. (laughs) What a freak!

The door suddenly slides open, casting bright light in upon Bail's face. Bolting upright awake, he immediately finds Vaness standing in the doorframe.

BAIL: (shielding his eyes from the light) Dammit, Raia, don't you ever think to buzz first?

CMDR. VANESS: We've got something, sir.

BAIL: (rises out of bed) Got what?

CMDR. VANESS: A transmission, Bail. Come see for yourself.

Wasting no time, Bail follows after Vaness.

INT. DELIVERER/BRIDGE

Arriving on the bridge, Vaness and Bail stride over to the communications officer's station. Reaching the communications officer, Bail turns to regard the dark-skinned female human-Arkanian hybrid.

BAIL: What've we got, Ororo?

LT. ORORO: A coded message, Admiral. It appears to be Imperial.

BAIL: All the way out here? (beat) Have you decoded it yet?

LT. ORORO: Working on it, sir.

BAIL: Good job, Lieutenant. (turns to Vaness) I think we've finally found our needle, Commander.

INT. DANIA VII - BUNKER 13/SUBLEVEL R/TRANSMITTER ROOM - EVENING

Inside the transmitter room, Obi-Wan and two other inmates sit on duty.

SULLUSTAN: (cont'd) The Mathusians beat the PDRs again.

ORTOLAN: They should be in another league.

SULLUSTAN: (to Ben) Do you follow the ecometrics?

As the Jedi opens his mouth to answer, a bright red light begins to flash on the transmitter, indicating an incoming transmission.

SULLUSTAN: (surprised) The transmitter! We're receiving a message!

Without wasting a moment, the three move in on the machine. Reaching for a small keyboard, the Ortolan enters a command into the machine. In seconds the transmission comes through, instantly decoding into a typed message on a small screen.

ORTOLAN: It's a message from the Deliverer, an Imperial star defender commanded by an Admiral Bail Organa.

OBI-WAN: (surprised) Did you say Bail Organa!?

ORTOLAN: Yes, I did. (turns to Ben) You know him?

OBI-WAN: (grins) All too well.

SULLUSTAN: Should we respond?

OBI-WAN: (incredulous) Yes, of course!

INT. DELIVERER/BRIDGE

LT. ORORO: We're receiving another transmission.

Leaning over Ororo's shoulder, Bail reads the message as it's swiftly decoded.

BAIL: (dumbfounded) My Lord! Obi-Wan!

CMDR. VANESS: (frowns) Obi-Wan Kenobi?

BAIL: He's down there with the other captives, the slick trickster. (beat) It really is a small galaxy. (to Ororo) Move over, Lieutenant. I'll take over from here.

Moving from her station, Ororo steps aside to allow Bail to take her seat and start to work on another reply.

INT. DANIA VII - BUNKER 13/SUBLEVEL R/TRANSMITTER ROOM - EVENING

As the communication with the Deliverer comes to an end, Ben leans back away from the screen, a slight smile appearing on his face.

OBI-WAN: Gentlemen, our ship has literally come in.

INT. DELIVERER/BRIDGE

Rising from the communications officer's station, Bail turns to the helmsman.

BAIL: Warm up the navicomputer and enter in the coordinates for the Mandalorian home base that were transmitted to us. We're going to do a little recon before heading back to Imperial space. (to Vaness) It's about time Lady Karma paid the Mandalorians a long overdue visit.

I may have mentioned this before, and maybe not, but I loathe how current writers of the EU would bring back old characters and so forth from the earlier EU -- the Marvel comics, the newspaper strip, the Brian Daley novels, etc. -- only to rape them into fitting the modern canon and their own garbage stories.

I personally would have liked Aliens better if most the soldiers hadn't been colossal douchebags and the xenomorphs themselves had been depicted as possibly sentient creatures rather than as giant, instinct-driven bugs.

Jedi hunters who dress in all-black and want to resurrect the Sith ...

1. Forced her to put the lotion on its skin or else she'd get the hose again

2. I think such short, stubby creatures could never have evolved to live in the trees

3. A broken heart

In my canon, Anakin's wife and Padmé -- or Amidala, as I'm calling her -- are two seperate characters.

In my primary PT rewrite, the girl who eventually becomes Anakin's wife is named Nashira DuQuesne, a native of the planet Orron III in the Corporate Sector who is three years younger than Anakin. Though she is Force-sensitive, she has never undergone training and is not part of any Force-based religion or tradition.

Anakin and Nashira meet when they are both captured by the Mandalorian Death Watch and forcibly recruited into their army, and it is in captivity where they establish a bond and begin to develop feelings for one another. Once the Mandalorian crisis comes to an end, the two decide not to pursue a romance right away and settle on remaining close friends.

Fast forward five years, and Anakin and Nashira are now in a committed romantic relationship. When not training with Ben or fighting against clone shocktroopers in the war against the Clonemasters, he spends his time living with her under her parents' roof on Orron III. Once Anakin leaves the Jedi and becomes the Lord of the Sith, he convinces her to leave with him to the Sith tombworld Korriban.

Fast forward sixteen years, and Anakin and Nashira are still together and married. Unfortunately, their relationship has become strained; not only does Nashira not believe in the Sith ways, but she lives with the fear that Ahsoka Tano -- one of Anakin's apprentices -- is going to steal Anakin away from her. Eventually, it all becomes too much for her when she discovers she is pregnant and she leaves Anakin.

Hiding with Obi-Wan in the royal palace on Alderaan, Nashira eventually gives birth to a pair of twins, Luke and Leia. Coming to the heart-rending conclusion that it would be best to seperate the two children to prevent them from being discovered by Anakin -- who has now become the armoured cyborg Vader -- and Palpatine, it is decided that Leia will remain on Alderaan to be raised by the Organas while Luke will be taken to Dagobah to be raised by Ben's master Yoda.

From there-on-out, Nashira becomes Leia's handmaiden, and she is there to witness the first three years of Leia's life. Unfortunately for Nashira, her story comes to a close when she comes face-to-face with her estranged husband one last time ...

As I've mentioned elsewhere, Darth is initially a seperate character from Anakin in my canon.

The adopted son and second apprentice of Ben, Darth is eventually swayed by Anakin into leaving the Jedi and becoming a Sith. Eventually, the two Sith have a showdown with Ben, but at the last minute Darth has a change of heart and turns on Anakin, causing them both to take the plunge into a river of radioactive waste.

Only one of them survives and manages to crawl out of the river. His features heavily obscured by his burns and the lack of close-ups, it's impossible to tell if this survivor is Anakin or Darth. Palpatine and/or some of his men show up and rescue him and take him back to Coruscant for immediate surgery. Over the next couple of months, this survivor goes through a series of surgeries to graft bionic parts onto his ravaged body and heal what is left of his organic self, and he eventually emerges as an masked-and-armoured cyborg. Even now, though, his name is never revealed.

Leaving the third story, the viewer is left wondering who actually became this armoured cyborg. Entering SW, it would be revealed that the survivor is Darth Vader himself. Obi-Wan would give some information about Anakin to Luke but without revealing that the boy's father turned to the dark side, making it apparent to the viewer that Ben is deliberately hiding this knowledge from Luke. In TESB, Luke would have his first showdown with Vader, leading the viewer to suspect that Vader's going to reveal to Luke that not only did his father fall to the dark side, but he's the one who converted Vader himself. Of course, this is when the plot twist kicks in ...