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#694943
Topic
Star Wars: The New Dawn (The First Episode in DuracellEnergizer's New PT Re-Write) *COMPLETE*
Time

INT. NYAX/FORCE HOUND'S MEDITATION CHAMBER

Standing within his meditation circle, the Force Hound -- his body completely naked and shrouded in shadow -- moves to each tall candlestick surrounding him, passing his left hand over each of them and igniting white-hot flames through the Force in turn.

Once the circle of flames is complete, the Mandalorian sits down in the centre of it, crossing his legs as he does so. Bracing his arms against his crossed legs, he bows his head and begins his meditation.

Nothing happens at first, but gradually the glow of the white flames grows brighter and brighter. Soon, it glows so bright that a fog of pure white light fills the circle, casting almost everything beyond it into complete pitch black darkness; only the artificial stained glass window, lit with a myriad of colours, hovers alone in the darkness before the circle.

Lifting his head back, the fog of white surrounding him coalesces, focusing into a tight beam of almost-solid white light. Beyond the circle, the stained glass window begins to glow brighter until it becomes a miniature, multicoloured sun. As the Force Hound draws in a huge breath, a beam of varicoloured light fires down from the window and strikes the column of white light, passing through and piercing the Mandalorian.

The Mandalorian's closed eyes fly open, and his body begins to radiate with yellow brillance, dissolving into multicoloured light. Transforming into an amorphous mass of multicoloured energy, the Force Hound begins to ascend up the beam of white light, streams of rainbow light rising along with him.

EXT. SPACE

The coloured mass of energy that was the Force Hound finds itself flying through the depths of space, streams of varicoloured light passing beside and beyond it. Passing through the universe at speeds faster than light, the stars move past CMOE like blazing white fireflies. As it moves through the universe, Cmoe finds itself accerating to greater-and-greater speeds; soon the stars become long strings of white light, the rainbow-coloured streams like rods of solid light.

Eventually, Cmoe decelerates, and the starlines and rainbow beams fade away as it phases out of the physical universe.

EXT. TARTARUS

Cmoe enters a dark universe where the blacker-than-black sky is criss-crossed with thin vein-like lines of blood-red light. Under this abysmal sky lies a surface like partially-solidified magma, black-and-red.

Though desolate, the surface of this world is not empty; rising up like misshapen trees, wailing and gnashing their mouthparts, are the conjoined forms of countless immortal souls damned to eternal torment in this place. All noticing Cmoe passing over them, they reach out to it, grasping, all to no avail.

Passing over this nightmarish landscape, Cmoe fades out of this existence.

EXT. GEHENNA

Cmoe emerges into a world made up of shards of stone which rise up like billions of long, jagged teeth towards a dark purple-black sky.

Atop each of the stone teeth, amassed like ants on food at a picnic, are millions upon millions of black, vine-shaped creatures. Unable to all fit together on the shards of stone, many lose their hold and plummet to the surface below, where they are chewed to pieces against the wickedly sharp rock surface.

Passing through this universe, Cmoe fades away.

EXT. SHEOL

Cmoe now finds itself in a windblown universe where the sky is completely dark. The surface below is covered in trillions of crumbling bones, the only inhabitants a few translucent black shades which barely move over the face of their world.

Flying over the shades of Sheol, Cmoe disappears.

EXT. CHAOS

Emerging, Cmoe finds itself in a cosmos that is empty and dark save for an eerie, swirling green vortex which sits at its heart. As Cmoe moves toward the green vortex, the sound of atonal flute playing can be heard.

Passing into the immense green vortex, Cmoe is sucked down into it.

INT. VORTEX

As Cmoe speeds down along the swirling, liquid green sides of the vortex, the blasphemous chantings of an unseen chorus can be heard.

UNSEEN CHORUS: (O.C.) Yog-Sothoth fhtagn. Azathoth fhtagn. Yaldabaoth fhtagn ...

EXT. VOID

Cmoe emerges from the vortex into a deep, dark void. In the centre of this void lies the DEMIURGE -- an amorphous blob made up of many conjoined, inverted suns.

As Cmoe moves toward the Demiurge, the Nuclear Chaos throws out tendrils of coloured light, trying to ensnare and smother the smaller entity. Cmoe flies through these tendrils effortlessly, cutting them asunder like a hot knife through butter. Uttering a galaxy-shattering bellow, the Lurker at the Threshold throws out more-and-more tendrils to capture the ball of glowing radiance.

The increasing number of tendrils prove to be powerless against Cmoe, and the sphere of shimmering radiance speeds along its course, transforming into a razor-edged, multi-dimensional star as it reaches the Blind Idiot God.

Like an arrow of radiance, Cmoe collides with the All-in-One, piercing through to Its all-consuming heart. Releasing a death cry that could shatter the multiverse itself, the Demiurge dies and explodes.

The resulting pure-white conflagration quickly spreads throughout the black void, overtaking and consuming it completely, leaving a solid gray blankness behind in its wake. Within the centre of this virgin blankness floats the infinitesimal form of a human male infant, his feet and hands drawn into his chest and his eyes tightly closed.

As the infant begins to grow -- rapidly aging into a toddler, a prepubescent, an adolescent, and finally into an adult -- the grayness fades away, replaced with the familiar form of the physical universe, its infinite black sky filled with infinite white stars.

FLASH TO

The Force Hound sitting naked, cross-legged, within the centre of his meditation chamber. The flames of the candlesticks surrounding him have gone out, and he is awake, his eyes open, his meditation at an end.

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#694798
Topic
General Star Wars <strong>Random Thoughts</strong> Thread
Time

TV's Frink said:

imperialscum said:

Bingowings said:

The bottom line is the script sucked. If that worked few people would have cared if some of the FX looked a bit weird.

Exactly. CGI is pretty much the last thing that is potential wrong with PT.

 http://massassi.ourhobby.com/massassi/pictures/episode_2/img/lake_retreat18.jpg

This sucks no matter what movie it is in.

I guess Naboo is a light-gravity world. I don't know how the giant, bloated tick-shaped gerbils could move around otherwise.

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#694731
Topic
Star Wars: Episode VII to be directed by J.J. Abrams **NON SPOILER THREAD**
Time

darklordoftech said:

DuracellEnergizer said:

I prefer the comics' depiction of Marka Ragnos

I doubt modern Disney would have the balls to put something like this in their Star Wars, though.

What's in it that takes balls to put in a Disney product?

Scary skeletal ghost with blank eyes.

Eh, maybe I'm underestimating Disney's ability to depict creepy looking characters in their current movies. *shrug* 

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#694714
Topic
Star Wars: The New Dawn (The First Episode in DuracellEnergizer's New PT Re-Write) *COMPLETE*
Time

INT. DANIA VII - BUNKER 13/ZULL'S QUARTERS/BEDROOM - DAY

Zull lies asleep upon her small bed within her small, spartan quarters, her face peaceful in sleep. Though her long hair has been shorn down to a unisexual bob -- and her body lies adorned in plain, unflattering undergarments -- she remains preternaturally beautiful.

The room's lights suddenly flare to life, casting bright illumination down on her face. Her peaceful expression disappearing beneath a frown of interrupted sleep, Zull opens her eyes. Silhouetted against the open door of the bedroom is a Mandalorian warrior.

MANDALORIAN #8: It's time to report for training. Wake up and get yourself ready.

ZULL: (in heavily accented, broken Basic) I hear. You go.

Obeying, the Mandalorian leaves the doorframe. Zull, groaning with weariness, pushes herself up into a sitting position on her bed.

INT. BUNKER 13/ZULL'S QUARTERS/REFRESHER - DAY

Opening the door to her quarters' small refresher, Zull steps inside and walks up to the sink. As she turns the faucet on, she looks into the mirror before her. Looking into the reflection she becomes like a statue, entranced by her own mirrored image.

FLASH TO

An image of a human embryo floating within its mother's womb.

FLASH TO

Zull as she recoils from the mirror, unconsciously cracking it with the Force as she does so, her eyes stretched open wide.

Horrified, the disgraced Meketrex high priestess looks down at her womb, her hands beginning to tremble as an unwelcome truth reveals itself to her.

INT. NYAX/OBI-WAN, ANAKIN, & SIRI'S CELL

Sitting within their collective cell, Anakin looks upon the two Jedi, both in meditative trances. Bored out of his mind, he picks up a small pebble and flicks it at Ben, hitting him in the forehead and rousing him from his meditation.

OBI-WAN: Ow! (beat) Anakin, I was meditating!

Feeling her peer's pain through the Force, Siri's meditation is broken and she, too, comes up from her trance.

ANAKIN: (sighs) That's all fine and dandy like Mos Espan candy for you -- you get to meditate yourself out of this boring reality we're stuck in. Meanwhile, I'm stuck having to face it hour after torturously boring hour.

OBI-WAN: (sarcastic) It's not my fault the Mandalorians didn't provide us with some holodramas to watch.

SIRI: (sighs) Just teach him some meditation techniques, Kenobi.

OBI-WAN: (turns to Siri) I already told you I am not his teacher.

SIRI: (annoyed) So what? If you can't so much as teach a kid how to meditate, then you shouldn't even be a knight.

OBI-WAN: What do you care? You don't believe in teaching apprentices who are "too old", anyway.

SIRI: I care because I'm sick of listening to his complaining day in and day out! Maybe if you taught him how to meditate, I could get some of my own done!

OBI-WAN: Then you teach him!

SIRI: (smirks) He's too old, remember?

OBI-WAN: (fumes) You aggravating --

The Jedi knight cuts himself off before he can complete the curse and turns his back to Siri, deciding to ignore her.

ANAKIN: (angry) What's your problem, anyway?

OBI-WAN: My problem?

ANAKIN: Yeah, your problem. First you tell me to forget about the Force, and now you won't even show me how to do something as small as voyaging to Cloud #9. I'm getting fed up with it, Ben, and I want to know what the hell your deal is!

OBI-WAN: I don't want to talk about it.

ANAKIN: I frankly don't give a damn if you do or don't! I deserve a goddamn answer!

A moment of silence passes between them.

OBI-WAN: (sighs) You're right, Anakin, you're right. (beat) It's hard for me, though. It's still so fresh in my mind.

ANAKIN: (his expression softening) What is it?

OBI-WAN: Before I was knighted, I met and befriended a Jedi master named Jard Doku.

SIRI: (scoffs) Jard Doku? You're friends Master Jard Doku?! (laughs scornfully)

OBI-WAN: (ignores Siri) He had an apprentice named Qui-Gon Jinn, who was only a few years younger than I was. (beat) We became very close friends, he and I -- almost brothers. (beat) While on a mission to break up a Black Sun spice operation on Orbos IX, Doku was badly injured, leaving him unable to continue with Qui-Gon's training. As I had been knighted by this time and was no longer with Master Yoda, it was decided that Qui-Gon would be placed under my care until Master Doku fully recuperated. It wasn't a master-apprentice arrangement, per se -- more like a relationship between a counselor and a student.

ANAKIN: Something happened to him while he was with you.

OBI-WAN: A few months ago, the Federation Neimoidia invaded the world of Nabu and began killing off the planet's ruling family. As I was assigned to the team sent in to rescue the heirs apparent, Qui-Gon came along with me. (beat) While on Nabu, he and I encountered a dark warrior who engaged us in a lightsaber duel.

SIRI: This dark warrior ...?

OBI-WAN: We never uncovered his identity. He could have been an underling of the Neimoidians, perhaps even their employer -- it doesn't really matter. (beat) During the fight, we got separated, leaving Qui-Gon to face the darksider alone. (beat) In the end, Qui-Gon couldn't stand up to him and he died. (beat) Now you know why I haven't been eagre to share my knowledge of the Force with you, Anakin.

ANAKIN: You're afraid what happened to Qui-Gon could happen to me.

OBI-WAN: (crying) I played at being teacher once and failed. I won't do it again -- never again.

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#694653
Topic
What do you LIKE about the EU?
Time

Mavericks said:

NeverarGreat said:

Children of the Jedi

...

Put down your flamethrowers and let me clarify:

Mara Jade is uninteresting to me, and uninteresting as Luke's romantic interest. Callista makes a far better fit in my opinion 

Callista?? Callista Flockhart????

You've got the wrong Callista in mind, buddy-boy.

http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Callista_Ming

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#694551
Topic
Star Wars: The New Dawn (The First Episode in DuracellEnergizer's New PT Re-Write) *COMPLETE*
Time

EXT. SPACE - TATOOINE

A shuttle leaves the Deinonychus on a course straight for the Nyax.

INT. NYAX/DOCKING BAY

His retinue of Mandalorian Knights at his side, the Force Hound watches as the shuttle slips into the landing bay, landing before him with the release of various pressurized gases. The hatch of the shuttlecraft pops open and lowers, and Obi-Wan and Anakin -- their arms bound behind them in heavy-duty energy shackles -- are led out with an escort of heavily-armed Mandalorian warriors surrounding them.

MANDALORIAN #7: (approaches the Force Hound) These are the Jedi our men captured on the planet, milord.

FORCE HOUND: (regards the two captives) Were any weapons found on them?

The Mandalorian reaches into his belt and pulls out Obi-Wan's lightsaber.

MANDALORIAN #7: Just this one lightsaber found on the older male.

FOUND HOUND: (takes the lightsaber) Good work, Lieutenant. (to Ben and Anakin) Welcome aboard the Nyax, gentlemen. This will be your home for the next week and a half, so I suggest you get used to the accommodations we've provided you. (to the Mandalorian lieutenant) Escort them to their cell.

Turning to his men, the Mandalorian lieutenant signals for them to start moving the captives along. Prodded at gunpoint to start moving, Obi-Wan and Nik begin following the Mandalorians to their waiting cell.

INT. NYAX/SIRI'S CELL

Siri sits against the wall directly facing the cell door, her arms propped up against her knees. Beyond sporting a large, reddish-purple bruise above her left temple, she is none the worse for wear.

The cell door suddenly unlocks and opens. Ben and Nik, freed from their bonds, are roughly pushed inside. Collapsing to the floor, they have no time to right themselves before the door is resealed.

OBI-WAN: (sits up and brushes himself off) Well, that was a pleasant experience. (to Anakin) Are you alright, Anakin?

ANAKIN: (sits up, rubbing his wrists) Yeah, I'm fine. (notices Siri) Looks like we've got a cellmate, Ben.

Siri, sitting there, merely stares at the two new arrivals without saying a word. Looking upon her for the first time, Ben freezes; underneath her disheveled appearance, Siri is an attractive woman, and Obi-Wan -- a ladies man at heart -- is immediately taken with the female Jedi.

OBI-WAN: (cocks an eyebrow) Well, hello.

SIRI: (nonchalant) Hello.

OBI-WAN: (offers his open hand, grinning broadly) I don't believe we've been acquainted.

SIRI: (ignores his hand) Siri Tachi, Jedi Knight of the Order of Coruscant.

OBI-WAN: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Knight-at-large.

SIRI: (cocks an eyebrow) You're a Jedi?

OBI-WAN: Not a Jedi of your calibre, I assure you, but a Jedi nevertheless.

SIRI: (nods toward Anakin) You look a little young to have an apprentice.

OBI-WAN: (glances at Anakin) Anakin isn't my apprentice.

SIRI: He's Force-sensitive, though.

OBI-WAN: (nods) Yes. I was planning on finding a master who'll take him on as an apprentice. (grins) You wouldn't be interested in the prospect, would you?

SIRI: Like you, I'm a little too young to train an apprentice. Besides, he's too old.

ANAKIN: (frowns) What do you mean, "too old"?

OBI-WAN: (growing serious) The Coruscanti Jedi aren't taken with training anyone who's over five years of age. It's usually forbidden, actually.

SIRI: (notices Ben's expression) You don't approve, of course.

OBI-WAN: I can't say I'm overly fond of separating children from their families and raising them in isolation to believe that relationships with non-Jedi are evil, no.

SIRI: (smirks) We are the largest denomination of Jedi in the Empire, so we must be doing something right.

ANAKIN: (rolls his eyes) Alright, okay. Siri, do you have any idea why the Mandalorians took us?

SIRI: These Mandalorians have been attacking worlds and ships throughout the Outer Rim for almost a year now, capturing and killing hundreds who've crossed their paths. (beat) The Council assigned me the task of investigating and determining their motivation.

OBI-WAN: Which is?

SIRI: We didn't know at first -- their pattern seemed random. I think I've figured it out, though. (beat) On the last world they attacked, I uncovered evidence that linked the Mandalorians to a Force-user -- probably a Dark Jedi -- who was teaching some of their sensitives how to use the Force.

OBI-WAN: Our friend in the aquamarine robes.

SIRI: (cont'd) I didn't think it had any real bearing on the case, though -- fallen Jedi often end up allying themselves with rogues and criminals. But the pattern is so clear now.

OBI-WAN: (frowns) I don't follow you.

SIRI: I put the final piece in the puzzle when you two arrived. Do you understand?

ANAKIN: You're being as clear as the sweat off a dewback.

SIRI: (shakes her head) We're all Force-sensitive, each of us!

OBI-WAN: (realization dawning in his eyes) You think the Mandalorians are ...

SIRI: They're rounding us up -- Jedi and non-Jedi, trained and untrained -- and taking us to some boot camp Force knows where to serve as slave soldiers within their ranks. (beat) They're looking for recruits who can wield the Force, and they're not asking nicely.

Post
#694479
Topic
Song Parody Thread (Was &quot;I Cut Myself&quot;)
Time

You never learned how to play in a band
Never got enough attention
You dug your own grave, drink in hand
Lost your discretion
It’s not what Mother Mary would do
Just want you gone
I’m furious at you
Caught my frustration

I killed Katy and I liked it
The taste of my bloodstained nightstick
I killed Katy just to to try it
I hope my parole officer don’t mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so right
I’m gonna kill Miley tomorrow night
I killed Katy and I liked it
I liked it

No, I can’t care about your name
It doesn’t matter
You all sound the same
Mould culture
It’s not what good girls do
Not how they should behave
Your heads are so confused
It’s time to repay

You mainstream whores are so black magical
Glittered skin, painted lips, so flayable
Hard to resist, so slashable
Too good to deny it
Ain’t no big deal, you’re not innocent

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#694465
Topic
A New direction for Lucasfilm Animation
Time

Hal 9000 said:

I liked the mention that the Whills (?) gave about Luke. They told Yoda that he would instruct (the) one to bring balance to the Force. Does this imply Luke is the actual chosen one?

It amuses me when parts of the Star Wars franchise based on the prequels go ahead and undermine the prequels. The accompanying taste of iron is just delicious.