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Truth be told, while I do like the design of that gate, I feel it looks a little too ornate in comparison with its surroundings.

Star Wars: Episode VII - The Unrevealed Subtitle

Ignoring you would only feed your sense of self-entitlement, so nana nana boo boo to you, me bucko.

INT. BUNKER 13/LEVEL 9/CORRIDOR - SUNSET

Anakin makes his way along the corridor to his room. His hair disheveled and his eyelids heavy, he is clearly pooped from the day's activities.

INT. BUNKER 13/LEVEL 9/ANAKIN & NASHIRA'S QUARTERS/MAIN ROOM - SUNSET

Nik opens the door to the small room and steps inside.

ANAKIN: 'Shira, I know it's my turn to cook dinner, but today was just --

Noticing for the first time that the room is completely empty, Anakin goes silent.

ANAKIN: 'Shira?

Guessing that Nashira's in the bedroom, he goes to check it out. Finding it empty, he strides over to the closed refresher door and raps on it lightly.

ANAKIN: You in there, 'Shira? I was saying that I'm really tired and I was hoping you could do the cooking tonight.

Anakin receives no answer from the other side of the door.

ANAKIN: (frowning) Nashira?

Still no answer.

ANAKIN: You'd better be dressed, 'cause I'm coming in.

Opening the door to the refresher, Anakin immediately finds a message scrolled on the mirror in bright neon-blue lipstick; it reads: "CHECK THE DATACARD ON THE TABLE".

Spinning around, the teenaged boy sprints to the round table. There, neatly arranged in the centre, is a datacard and datapad. Picking them up, he slams the card into the pad and activates it; a recorded image of Gurkan's face immediately comes to life on the small screen.

GURKAN: Hello, Skywalker. Doubtless you're wondering what's happened to your girlfriend. Rest assured, she's safe.

As he says that, the Abyssin quickly pulls Nashira's still-living face into view before pushing her back out again.

GURKAN: (cont'd) For now.

ANAKIN: (grinds his teeth) What do you want?

GURKAN: You and I have a score to settle, Skywalker, and I'm the type who likes seeing scores settled. But as we are where we are, it gets so very hard trying to do that -- too many hardassed Mandalorians and snotnosed trainees running around to get in the way. (beat) I want to meet up with you, Skywalker, where none of the busybodies can interfere with us -- down in Sublevel R.

ANAKIN: Sublevel R?

GURKAN: Sublevel R has been abandoned and sealed off for decades, so nobody goes down there anymore. I know a way of getting there through the ducts, however, and I've provided you with a map to show you the way. (beat) But don't get any grand notions of calling the Mandies or your Jedi friends for help. If you show up with anyone or anyone other than you shows up, I'll give Nashira a brand-spanking new red-lipped mouth to go with the one she has already. (beat) See you soon.

With that, Gurkan's recorded message comes to an end. Anakin, bristling with pent-up rage, can barely keep himself from crushing the datapad in his hands to powder.

INT. BUNKER 13/LEVEL 4/CORRIDOR - SUNSET

Having followed Gurkan's map on the datacard to Level 4, Anakin now finds himself at the end of an empty corridor; there, set high up in the wall near the ceiling, is a metal grate.

Walking up to the wall, Anakin pockets his datapad. Bending his knees, he takes a leap, arms outstretched. Reaching the grate, he begins clawing at it, desperate to catch a hold through the metal slats, but fails and falls back to the floor.

ANAKIN: (under his breath) Dammit!

Flexing his fingers with impatience, Nik tries again. Closing his eyes in concentration, he crouches down low to the ground. Then, flinging his eyes open, he rockets upward, nearly overshooting the grate and taking a headlong collision into the hard ceiling.

Throwing out his arms, he reaches for the grate, takes hold of it, and manages to pull it right off the opening into the ducts.

ANAKIN: (landing hard on his feet) Yes!

Transferring the loose grate to his left hand, Anakin leaps again and manages to catch hold of the open hole's edge. He hoists himself up and in and, with caution and care, manages to twist himself into a position allowing him to pull the grate back into place.

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

As Siri walks in after a long day of activity, sporting bruises from her fight with the punks along with her clashes with merciless Mandalorian instructors, she finds that Obi-Wan has already set the table and is currently dishing out each of their suppers.

OBI-WAN: Good evening, Siri. Glad to see you could make it to dinner on time this time around.

SIRI: (weary) What did you make?

OBI-WAN: Well, they're supposed to be nerf steaks in white chocolate sauce, but we both know it's just nerf stock mixed with gelatin smothered in dehydrated milk mixed with artificial chocolate powder.

PRIMEDAY: (takes a bite of faux nerf steak) It's delicious! My compliments to the chef!

SIRI: (astonished) You're actually eating that?!

PRIMEDAY: It's perfectly edible.

SIRI: But ... but ...

PRIMEDAY: But?

SIRI: It's not Primeday Surprise!

PRIMEDAY: (frowns) Of course it is. (slices off another bite and forks it into her mouth)

SIRI: No, it isn't! It's nerf jello in chocolate syrup!

OBI-WAN: (rolls his eyes) Thank you for framing my cooking in such delicate terms.

SIRI: (holds her finger up at him) You keep quiet.

PRIMEDAY: Primeday Surprise comes in a myriad of forms. You just can't see them all at once.

SIRI: (sighs) I give up.

Wearily, she plops herself down at the table and begins to eat dispassionately.

OBI-WAN: (sits down at his plate) Rough day?

SIRI: As if you even need to ask.

OBI-WAN: Yeager made you run the gauntlet again, didn't he?

SIRI: I was talking about the fight at lunch.

OBI-WAN: What fight?

SIRI: The fight at the mess hall.

Obi-Wan furrows his brow. He obviously doesn't know what she is talking about.

SIRI: (to Primeday) You didn't tell him?!

PRIMEDAY: (shrugs) I didn't see the need to.

SIRI: (incredulous) Didn't see the need to!?

PRIMEDAY: He would have found out eventually. (beat) He did find out eventually.

OBI-WAN: What happened at the mess hall?

SIRI: Today, during my first rest period, I had lunch in the mess hall with Primeday and Nashira. While we were eating, four scumbags showed up and began assaulting us, causing a fight to break out. Nashira got separated from us, and one of them -- the leader -- cornered her in an alley and tried to rape her.

OBI-WAN: My God.

SIRI: She was saved, though, by one of the Mandies. Zull, her name was.

OBI-WAN: You got her name?

SIRI: She revealed it to Nashira. The two apparently hit it off right away.

OBI-WAN: That strikes you as odd?

SIRI: Most of the other Mandalorians -- the ones who aren't abusive -- tend to stay detached, aloof from the prisoners. But this woman ... she was different ... very friendly, very warm. She even took her helmet off for Nashira.

OBI-WAN: That is unusual.

SIRI: I got the sense that she was ... hurt, somehow, wounded.

OBI-WAN: Wounded. You mean emotionally, not physically.

SIRI: (nods) Exactly. (beat) I don't think she's been a Mandalorian very long. She was forced into the role, and fairly recently.

OBI-WAN: She's one of us, then.

SIRI: No, not anymore, but she was. (beat) She's a friend, at the very least.

PRIMEDAY: Yes, a friend -- a friend to help link all others.

SIRI: (frowns) What do you mean?

Before the H'nemthe can respond, Ben suddenly doubles over, grimacing with pain.

SIRI: (alarmed) Ben, what is it!?

OBI-WAN: Siri, it's Anakin ... He's in danger! He's in grave danger!

They probably get crushed out of existence once the pressure around them becomes too great.

Tyrphanax said:

The larger point of this post is that I've been feeling weird about movies lately. Maybe I'm just not a cinemaphile, but it's just so hard for me to watch movies. Even stuff I want to see.

Movies I've seen before I can rewatch endlessly, but anything new to me I just can't really bring myself to watch. It's like trying to get into a new TV series. People tell me that Game of Thrones or Braking Bad is great, and I'm sure it is, but I just don't want to make the investment into them.

It's annoying, because there are so many classic movies I haven't seen, some of them that I really have no right to have not seen (refer to the Ghostbusters/BTTF review above), but I just don't have the drive.

What's wrong with me?

Information Age-derived ennui afflicts the best of us. 

^Troll sock.

I'm betting s/he's supergrover69.

Dragonslayer (1981) - 6.5/10

Swimfan (2002) - 6/10

One Night at McCool's (2001) - 8.4/10

"Mirror, Mirror (Look Into My Eyes)" by Def Leppard

nothing really mattered at all

Alanis Nadine Morissette turns 40 today (above photo not indicative of actual age).

Darthcantthinkofasuitablereasontoexist has definately put me on ignore. As for me, I no longer ignore anyone.

All I really want to see from the nuEU is no more prequelisms in eras outside of the PT and no more NJO/LOTF/Legacy-styled dark futures.

Oh, and some stories dealing with parallel universes.

Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls (1995) - 6.5/10

Tango Tangles (1914) - 6/10

A Film Johnnie (1914) - 6/10

Cruel, Cruel Love (1914) - 6.5/10

Tom and Huck (1995) - 7/10

The dreaded typo strikes again. *doh*

If only momentarily.

INT. DANIA VII - BUNKER 13/LEVEL 9/ANAKIN & NASHIRA'S QUARTERS/MAIN ROOM - DAY

The door to the room opens, allowing Nashira to step inside. Turning around, she makes eye contact with Siri, who remains standing outside.

SIRI: I have another shift coming up, but if you want, I can request a reprieve so I can stay here and keep you company.

NASHIRA: Thanks, Siri, but it's alright. I'll be fine 'til Nik gets back.

SIRI: The Mandalorian told me you should get some rest --

NASHIRA: (interrupting) Zull. Her name's Zull.

SIRI: (cont'd) Zull told me you should get some rest, so that's what I want you to do. Lie down, take a nap, do whatever, just take it easy, okay?

NASHIRA: (pouting) I'm not a baby, Siri.

SIRI: That's right, you're not. Babies can't follow directions -- you can. And you will, won't you?

NASHIRA: (bobbing her head side-to-side in an exaggerated manner) Yeah, yeah, yeah.

SIRI: Good. (beat) Goodnight, 'Shira. I'll catch you tomorrow, hopefully.

NASHIRA: Goodnight.

With that, Siri turns and leaves. Sealing the door shut after her, Nashira then turns and walks over to the room's solitary sofa. With an exaggerated sigh, she throws herself down onto it then, picking up and activating a datapad, begins to read.

NASHIRA: Now, where was I ...?

Scanning through the story datacard, she finds the last page she was on. Meanwhile behind her, the door to the refresher slides slowly open.

NASHIRA: (shakes her head) Why do I read this junk? Arul Sthein can't write for squat.

As 'Shira continues to read, a dark humanoid shape steps out of the 'fresher and slowly heads toward her. As it holds out its hand, light gleams off the blade of a crudely-fashioned, homemade knife.

NASHIRA: Stang! Reva's a real bit --

The shape suddenly grabs Nashira by her head and pulls it back, exposing her naked throat to the crude blade it places against her.

GURKAN: If you want to live, you'll keep quiet and come with me now.

In the past month, I had three female cats give birth to litters of kittens. The first one is doing just fine, but the second two -- hell no.

About a week ago, the second cat delivered her litter on the back porch. Unfortunately, none of the family knew she'd delivered them there, and so, when we let the dogs out to roam around out back, they ended up killing all but one of the kittens. The survivor was then abandoned by its mother, who only started taking an renewed interest in the kitten after it was too late; it died, probably of dehydration/malnutrition.

A few days after that, the third cat went into labour. As she was in my room, I figured they'd do fine, but the first kitten came out hairless and stillborn. The second kitten, like the first, came out hairless but it was alive. But then the mother got the idea to take the kitten and move it; she ended up losing it, and I suspect one of the goddamn dogs must of snatched it before I could catch up with the mother.

I figured that was the end of it, but it turned out she hadn't finished delivering; almost a week later, two days ago, she delivered two more kittens. Unlike the first two, these kittens weren't bald, and as both the mother and the second cat who had lost her kittens seemed to be taking care of the little guys, I figured they'd survive unlike the others.

I don't know what happened, but both females stopped spending a lot of time with the two kittens, and its possible they were still born prematurely like the other two before them, because now one's died and the last one isn't far behind.

I like cats and I like owning cats, but when shit like this happens, I just feel like it would be better to have no pets at all.

^For someone who's ostensibly not homosexual, you sure do have gays on the brain.

Tobar said:

DuracellEnergizer said:

Ah, Ghost Rider, the movie that cemented my utter dislike for Eva Mendes.

 

Don't worry. I dislike Will Ferrell even more. 

^A film adaptation of the JAT could be good if all the stupid aspects of the storyline were removed. I don't believe the same could be said for the New Jedi Order storyline, though.

If they ever get around to making a live-action Venom* movie, I hope they base his look off of the Mark Bagley Venom from the '90s.

Also, I'd like it if they'd actually make the costume look like it's made out of a living black liquid; no textured spandex (or whatever it was they made the black costumes in Spider-Man 3 out of) this time, please.

*I've sworn off the current line of Spider-Man films, so I don't give a damn about Venom in those movies.

Has anyone mentioned Hutt pornography yet? If not, then I am right now.

*sigh* One incredibly grainy, unclear photo of someone in Halloween makeup, and people begin jumping around in panic that the goddamn Yuuzhan Vong are going to be the villains of the ST.