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Tyrphanax said:
Well unfortunately with the way the prequels were done, there's literally no way it could have been Leia, or could have been during the Clone Wars.
Which is why the story should have just been left alone as an artifact of the Marvel Star Wars Universe. Not every Star Wars story ever written has to be a part of continuity and "canon".
darklordoftech said:
The absolutely nonsensical retcons, such as a reference to Leia being retconned into a reference to Padme
I assume this is the reference you're referring to, right?
If so, yeah, I agree -- it's an incredibly stupid retcon (one of the worst to come out of the modern EU, actually).
doubleKO said:
Probably too much information
Yes, yes, it is.
=P
bkev said:
No, I got that. I just think it's dumb to expect someone to do that for what's essentially a re-edit of a film rather than an entire redo.
Well, if Greedo had to shoot first (I don't want him to, but if he had to) I'd prefer it had been done in a way that looks professional.
This
isn't professional in any sense of the word.
Also three was something in his tone that bothered me, but that's just down to rhetoric.
Well, I don't have precognition. I can't exactly predict how others will read my statements and tailor them to suit everybody's tastes beforehand.
You two argue like a married couple.
The last couple of weeks it was horribly cold, but for the past few days it's warmed up so much that the front yard has become a veritable swimming pool. I hope it lasts.
"Greedo shooting first" looks even worse as a GIF.
Ah, yes -- I can see why you'd think so, now. But it was actually an oblique reference to this Star Wars Tales story.
RicOlie_2 said:
I love the Spaceballs reference. :D
Truth be told, any reference to Spaceballs in there must be totally coincidental, because I didn't deliberately insert one (I can't even recognize it).
RicOlie_2 said:
I'm liking it so far. You have pretty good dialogue in there. I think it has the right feel to it. It's certainly better than a lot of what's in the PT, but I wouldn't say it's as classic as some of the dialogue in the OT. Of course this is pretty early on in the script and part of what made the OT dialogue classic is the popularity of the movies.
Thanks. I try to make my dialogue sound as natural as possible. I'm none to pleased with the dialogue I gave the priestess and Mystral guard in my earlier post though; it sounds too stiff/artificial when I read it over in my head.
Reading comments like that make me want to dumb myself down with an icepick lobotomy.
EXT. KMN-0 - TERRAFORMING STATION C31 - EVENING
A terraforming station rises up from the black night water of the near-empty water planet. Large and conical in shape -- with various red, orange, and white light fixtures aglow upon its surface -- the station looks like an immense, inhabited artificial island.
INT. TERRAFORMING STATION C31/GAME ROOM - EVENING
Inside the small, cramped, sparsely-stocked, dimly-lit game room, two individuals sit around a dejarik table. With one diminutive and the other a behemoth, they are clearly unrelated by blood. Regardless, their physical characteristics bear witness to the fact that they are both the results of hideous genetic experimentations; the tall one -- MAC 73239 -- is a human-wookiee hybrid, his entire body save for his fingers, chest, and upper face covered in thick black-brown fur, while the short one -- NOR 747 -- is a Chadra-fan-Lannik hybrid, with the body of the former but the long, down-turned ears of the latter. Both are currently engrossed with the holographic creatures which are playing across the illuminated game board.
As a holographic creature resembling three conjoined trees with six tentacles entangles a creature which resembles a legless spider with bat wings and pulls it down to its death, NOR begins hooting and hollering with joy, apparently the winner in this game. MAC, for his part, nonchalantly pours his mug of iridescent black-green ale on the dejarik board, causing the board to explode in a shower of sparks and smoke.
MAC: Cheating bastard.
NOR: Hey!
INT. TERRAFORMING STATION C31/SERVEILLANCE ROOM - EVENING
Inside the small, cramped, sparsely-stocked, dimly-lit surveillance room, four beings -- BLAI 7, GAR 79, CLA 75, and CHI 537 -- sit before large banks of computer monitors, all of which display readings for various equipment in operation aboard the station or monitor various locations in and outside of the station itself. Like MAC and NOR, these four creatures are the results of renegade scientists' attempts to create hybrids between genetically unrelated species through forbidden gene splicing experiments.
The four beings, consumed with boredom, almost miss the bright streak of light that flashes across one of the monitors, flying down from the black sky outside to hit the dark waters right outside the station.
GAR: Hey, what was that?!
CHI: What was what?
GAR: That thing that flashed across Screen #68!
CHI: I didn't see a blessed thing. Play it back.
Punching a command into his keyboard, GAR rewinds and replays the footage of the flaming trail hitting the black water.
BLAI: It's got a heavy metal content. It could be a large meteorite.
CLA: Readings are all wrong for it to be a natural meteorite. It's clearly of artificial origin.
GAR: (sighs with irritation) Great -- space junk. With our luck, it'll be some radioactive bleeder from a Type 0 planet. (to BLAI) Get MAC and NOR on it right away.
Without a word, BLAI acknowledges with a single nod of his misshapen secondary head.
INT. TERRAFORMING STATION C31/GAME ROOM - EVENING
Still caught up in their argument over the botched dejarik game, MAC and NOR fail to notice when BENN 4647 -- a bizarre looking Devaronian-twi'lek hybrid with mottled blue-and-bronze skin -- opens the door and enters the murky room.
BENN: (coughing into his hand) Ahem ...
Noticing BENN for the first time, NOR and MAC stop their riotous bickering and turn toward him.
BENN: (cont'd) You're needed outside. Space junk 45.8 degrees off the starboard side of the sixteenth pylon.
NOR: Can't this wait? We're in a very important discussion right now!
BENN: (shrugs) Do you want a repeat of what happened sixteen months ago with the ninth configurator?
Realizing that they have an important job to do and that it would be unwise to postpone doing it, the two companions sigh dejectedly and saunter off past the blue-bronze hybrid and out of the game room to attend to their duty.
EXT. SUBMERSIBLE - OCEAN - EVENING
A small submersible cuts through the inky black depths of the unnamed world's ocean waters. Looking like a large, gray eye sporting a pair of oversized crab-like claws, it is a comical sight to behold.
INT. SUBMERSIBLE/COCKPIT - EVENING
MAC: (speaking into his headset) We're approaching the junk.
EXT. SUBMERSIBLE - OCEAN - EVENING
As the submersible moves closer to its destination, a thick mechanical pole reaching up from the unseen ocean depths below and stretching to the unseen surface above fades into existence. There, wedged tightly in between the main body of the pole and a projected array of sensory filaments, is the large piece of space junk -- the only large fragment of the Radiant VII to survive its fall from the heavens to this planet of unending ocean.
INT. SUBMERSIBLE/COCKPIT - EVENING
NOR: (to MAC) What do you think it is?
MAC: Beats me. Whatever it was, it's hutt pizza now. (into his headset) I'm readying the arms. It's in there, but it should slide out easy enough with a little gentle lovin'.
EXT. SUBMERSIBLE - PYLON 16 - EVENING
The arms of the submersible come to life. Moving forward, they clamp onto projections on the fragment's surface. Once the grip is secure, the arms begin retracting. As they do, though, the fragment refuses to come with them, stubbornly remaining glued in place between the main body of the pylon and the sensory filaments.
INT. SUBMERSIBLE/COCKPIT - EVENING
MAC: (licks his lips) Sonuvablaster doesn't want to come loose.
NOR: (enters a command into a control panel) Activating reserves.
EXT. SUBMERSIBLE - PYLON 16 - EVENING
With the extra juice flowing through its engines, the submersible manages to work the ship fragment out of its prison of metal. Once it's freed, though, the weight of the thing begins to pulls the smaller form of the submersible down with it toward the ocean floor far below.
INT. SUBMERSIBLE/COCKPIT - EVENING
MAC: (panicking) More power, NOR! Hurry up! The backup arms, too! C'mon! C'mon!
EXT. SUBMERSIBLE - PYLON 16 - EVENING
Concealed hatches on either side of the submersible slide open, and a pair of second arms -- smaller and with somewhat more delicate instrumentation than their larger cousins -- slide out. Clamping down on the fragment along with their larger twins, the backup arms provide enough leverage for the submersible to overpower the weight of the fragment and stop the descent to the dark depths below.
INT. SUBMERSIBLE/COCKPIT - EVENING
MAC: (sighs) I was getting worried there.
NOR: The damned thing's pretty heavy. Don't you think we should let the sucker sink and call it a day?
MAC: And take the chance that it'll just get tangled up in the pylon again, only deeper down? To hell with that! I'm bringing it topside where it can be disposed of properly!
EXT. SUBMERSIBLE - PYLON 16 - EVENING
With the ship's fragment balanced in its four arms like the known galaxy's strangest baby, the submersible begins making the slow ascent back to the surface.
EXT. TERRAFORMING STATION C31/SOUTH DOCK- EVENING
The submersible and fragment now topside and secure, MAC and NOR climb up out of the hatch, climbing the rails which take them up onto the dock where other members of their crew are waiting to greet them. FU 247 -- a large, burly hybrid between a human and some unidentifiable cetaceous being -- walks up to the two while six of her men run up to examine the fragment now docked with the submersible.
FU: What is that thing?
MAC: That's up to you to find out and us not to give a damn about.
FU 247's crew goes to work cutting a hole in the side of the fragment as MAC and NOR disinterestedly leave to find a dry dejarik board. NORWE 4426 -- an ugly, gaunt zabrak-Pau'an hybrid -- rubs his boney chin in hard thought as he examines the pitted surface of the fragment.
NORWE: It looks like a near-intact segment of a Consular-class space cruiser -- the salon pod itself, to be precise.
FU: Good - maybe there's something of value left intact inside.
After a few moments, the crew finishes cutting the hole through. WIN 3697 -- a strangely attractive hybrid between an Ithorian and an amani -- peers inside. Within the dark confines of the pod, Artoo's lights come to life, causing her to stumble backward with startlement. Rocking back and forth in the shadow, the short astromech unit begins blorting and warbling frantically.
WIN: (turns to FU) FU, I don't know if it's valuable or not, but there's something inside I think you should take a look at ...
generalfrevious said:
I must obey whatever the church says, and regard all outsiders who do not agree as always wrong.
This sounds like something a person who isn't a [insert follower of specific religion here] would say to make [insert specific religion here] sound stupid.
^That image only inspires genocidal feelings, I'm afraid, so it could never work in the same context.
I think I'd be more interested in Kanan if his lightsaber wasn't a generic blue and none of that crap with the Inquisitor was in there.
I don't know why Lucas didn't just reshoot the shot so that Han shoots second.
All He would have had to do was have a replica of the cantina set built, have a few Han/Greedo costumes made/taken out of storage, and then hired a guy who could have reasonably stood in for a young Harrison Ford to play Han (he could have always cut-and-pasted Ford's head onto the guy's body later, anyway). And then, during the reshoot, the guy could have made a realistic dodge away from Greedo's blasterfire, and then shot the scaly green bastard from under/over the table in self-defense.
I honestly don't know why Lucas didn't just do it -- and many of the other changes -- this way. It would have cost a couple thousand bucks or so to do (I can't see it costing much more than digitally twisting Han's body around in the original footage) and it would have look far better and seamless.
Lucas seems to like half-assing everything he does, though, even when he had the millions to do better.
TIMELINE-8
PODD
c. 2005
DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS
In this universe, Yahweh ate the Flying Spaghetti Monster before It could establish Pastafarianism.
FINAL NOTES
This place sucks – there’s no pasta anywhere!
TIMELINE-7
PODD
July 5, 1967
DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS
Having been born in 1967 instead of 1987, I was able to stal – er – meet Heather Langenkamp in the early 80’s and exterm – uh – outwit her other suitors for her heart. Then, using coerc – heh – affection, I got her to marry me.
We’re still happily married – the ball and chain and inescapable locked room in the basement have seen to that.
FINAL NOTES
I wonder … if I travel to Timeline-7, kill my counterpart, and free Heather, will she be grateful enough to fall in love with me? I guess I’ll just have to wait until the hypertime machine comes out of the shop before I can test that one, eh?
TIMELINE-6
PODD
March 28, 1991
DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS
A universe where Dr. Olberman – not Prof. Frink – became the popular nerdy scientist character on The Simpsons. Frink exists in this universe, but only as an obscure character in Simpsons comics.
Suffice it to say, the TV’s Frink of this world goes by the handle of TV’s Olberman.
FINAL NOTES
It’s a nice place to visit, but I wouldn’t want to live here.
TIMELINE-4
PODD
Billions of years ago
DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS
This world followed the same history as Timeline-1. The only difference between the two timelines is that everyone and everything that is male on our world is female on theirs, and vice-versa.
FINAL NOTES
If you’ve always wanted to know what it would be like to have sex with an alternate gender version of yourself, this is the place to go to find out.
RicOlie_2 said:
Don't worry, I value consistency and organization, so I stuck with the format you had. My distinguishing characteristics were certainly not as short as yours though. :P
It's alright. I suspect you're gonna make your worlds a little more realistic than mine, anyway ;-)
RicOlie_2 said:
This is an amazing thread. I'll post some alternate timelines when I've got the time to do it.
Go ahead. I suggest you stick to the naming and numbering conventions I've already set up, though, so
1. Always use "TIMELINE"; don't use "UNIVERSE", "REALITY", "DIMENSION", etc.
2. Always give your timeline a number, and please avoid spelling out the numbers (ie. if you're going to call your timeline "TIMELINE-747", use "747", not ""seven-forty-seven"
3. Don't use random numbers. If the last timeline listed is "TIMELINE-1138", then list yours as "TIMELINE-1139"; this makes things simpler for everyone
4. Avoid decimal points and alphanumerical designations. Something like "TIMELINE-4.5AE19.7C" is ugly and senseless, so don't use it.
5. "Worded" timelines -- ie. ""TIMELINE-NORMA BATES" -- are permitted, but ONLY as ALTERNATIVE designations for timelines with numbers.
6. "Lettered" timelines are permitted, but DuracellEnergizer has dibs on "TIMELINE-A" and "TIMELINE-M", so you can't use 'em (or create any of your own until they are out of the way)
I think Sliders was supposed to take place inside a finite Level II multiverse instead of an infinite Level III multiverse. It's the only way I can explain away the lack of "redundant universes" like the ones you bring up.
TIMELINE-2
PODD
June 6, 2013
DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS
This is the home timeline of RicOlie_2. Prior to his relocation to Timeline-1, this world was virtually identical to our own. Since his departure, though, the entire Earth has been enslaved and decimated by the extraterrestrial Davidickeans.
FINAL NOTES
RicOlie_2 has to go now. His timeline needs him.
TIMELINE-1
PODD
This is our world, thus no point of divergence from our world
DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS
This world sucks ass. It sucks so much ass, in fact, that it's alternative name is Timeline-ASS.
FINAL NOTES
The Turtle has no good excuse this time.