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If I had money to throw around like Lucas, I'd be using it to build my own version of the Winchester Mystery House or the house the townsfolk of Springfield built for Flanders in "Hurricane Neddy", not a lame-o picture book.
INT. CREEK MOUNTAIN/LEVEL 27/BRIEFING ROOM – DAY
Daniel, Barbara, and Meyers sit on the left side of the conference table, Gen. West, O’Neal, and Lt. Anderman on the right. At the head of the room, several variations of a single recorded still image of the stargate taken by the MALP on the alien planet are being projected onto the whiteboard.
GEN. WEST: This is the last image the probe sent back to us, frozen and enhanced. You can clearly see the details of the gate on the other side.
MEYERS: (squinting his eyes at the enlarged captures of the alien stargate’s glyphs) The markings appear to match the symbols on our gate.
GEN. WEST: That’s why I wanted you to see this.
LT. ANDERMAN: The readings tell us it’s an atmospheric match. Barometric pressure, temperature, and – most importantly – oxygen.
BARBARA: Is it an M-class world, though?
LT. ANDERMAN: At precisely 0600 hours tomorrow, we’ll re-establish contact with the probe and, provided we can get it out into the open, automatically set it to make a quarter-mile perimetre sweep of the surrounding area to gather data on local terrain, microorganisms, flora, fauna, and so on. Once six months have elapsed, we’ll re-establish contact again to download the data the probe has collected.
GEN. WEST: We’re planning a short reconnaissance mission as a follow-up to the probe’s survey – nothing fancy. Provided we find no signs of dangerous bacterial or animal life, an away team will be sent through to go over the area the probe has already covered, gather as much new information it may have missed as possible, then bring it back.
LT. ANDERMAN: Once on the other side, though, we’d have to decipher the markings on the gate and, in essence, dial home in order to bring the team back.
GEN. WEST: But here’s the thing – I’m not going to send our men over there unless I’m sure I can bring them back. The question is, can any of you do it?
MEYERS: Why not try re-establishing contact from this side?
O’NEAL: Because once our team goes through, the entire facility will be evacuated and sealed. (beat) We don’t know what might come through the other side.
BARBARA: (shrugs) Based on this new information, I don’t see how we could do it. (beat) If it took decades to decode the stargate with a point of reference to work from on this end, it’ll be next to impossible to do the same on an alien world without one. We’d need –
DANIEL: (confident) I could do it.
BARBARA: (nonplussed) What!?
GEN. WEST: Are you sure?
MEYERS: General, I may be the proverbial fifth wheel on this team, but –
DANIEL: (answering West) Positive.
The general exchanges glances with O’Neal.
O’NEAL: It’s your call.
GEN. WEST: (to Daniel) You’re on the team.
BARBARA: (shakes her head) This isn’t funny. Daniel doesn’t have the background to make a call –
GEN. WEST: (cutting her off with a raised hand) I’m pleased with the results you’ve brought in, Dr. Shore, and both you and Dr. Meyers should be proud of the work you’ve done here. (beat) However, the time has come to pack your bags and leave this base, because officially as of now, you have both been discharged from this project.
MEYERS: (dumbfounded) You’re firing us?
GEN. WEST: (blunt) Yes.
BARBARA: (angry) What game are you playin’ here, Daniel?
DANIEL: I translated the text on the coverstone, I figured out that the inner band was a map –
BARBARA: (enraged) We got as far as we did workin’ as a team, and you damn well know it! (beat) You’re full of shit!
GEN. WEST: Dr. Shore, if you’re finished –
BARBARA: (bears her teeth) I’m not finished, big man, not by a long shot. (to Meyers) Let’s blow this sausage fest.
Rising from their seats, the astrophysicist and comparative linguist storm out of the room. Daniel watches them go, the haughty expression on his face changing to one of shame.
darklordoftech said:
Aural sensors. Sound in space is supposed to be "Star Wars physics".
skyjedi2005 said:
Its like the rumor of them pulling the plug on the whole EU during or after 2014. I mean in terms of Del Rey books and Dark Horse comics. But they cancelled that star wars game and cancelled clone wars. So i guess anything is possible.
luckydube56 said:
The galaxy from the PT seemed like one giant congested metropolis with no secrets to hide. Crap.
Reegar said:
Humans are the most dangerous game of all? Sex is? Naked human sex?
What is this thread?
It's time to spew up all the vitriol you possess in regards to the EU, either in its whole or in its parts.
In my case ...
All the prequelisms that have infected stories and eras that aren't a part of the PT era
The New Jedi Order era
The Legacy era
All the stupid Sith Wars and the various novel/comic series devoted to them and their lame characters
The two-dimensional characterization of the Sith in the modern EU
A lack of parallel universe stories
A lack of diversity in regards to philosophical/religious/political/moral beliefs among the Jedi & Sith
darklordoftech said:
Everybody, what is your greatest fear for episodes 7-9?
Even as a PT anti-fan, I have an interest in how the PT was made (well, TPM more than the second two, anyway). The concept art alone is intriguing.
SilverWook said:
With Disney owning Marvel, we might someday have Doctor Doom and Darth Vader meet up? Stranger things have happened...
<img src="http://ifanboy.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/08/hr_00.jpg" width="593" height="449" />
Remember -- conjoined twins and intersexuals are worth extra points.
SilverWook said:
Humor. It is a difficult concept...
SilverWook said:
If the villain turns out to be a scantly clad Sith woman like Darth Talon, I think many fan concerns will fade away. ;)
SilverWook said:
INT. CREEK MOUNTAIN/LEVEL 28/OPERATIONS ROOM – DAY
Having come down a spiral staircase, Catherine, Daniel, Barbara, and Meyers enter the operations room. Located directly beneath the briefing room, the operations room is lined wall-to-wall with advanced computer equipment and staffed with a handful of civilian technicians. Sitting at a large computer console set up in front of a large bay window overlooking the gate room is MITCH STOREY and JENNY TAYLOR-ALLAN, the two senior technicians responsible for the operations of the stargate itself. Both around the same age as Daniel, Mitch – with his shoulder-length hair, short beard, round glasses, and blue cap – is obviously the Bohemian/hipster type, while Jenny – with her long, thick brown hair, purple sweater, and close-fitting black pants – is more the girl next door.
CATHERINE: Monitors up.
JENNY: (activates the main computer monitors) Monitors are up.
CATHERINE: Mitch, want to bring up the details on the centre monitor, please?
With a push of a button, the primary monitor comes to life, displaying a live-feed video image of the portion of the stargate’s inner ring positioned directly under the gate’s topmost jewel.
MITCH: I’ve got details on.
CATHERINE: Let’s give the wheel a spin.
MITCH: No problem.
Mitch enters a command into the console and an apparatus of motorized rubber wheels clamped around the bottom portion of the stargate begins to operate, turning the heavy inner ring in a slow clockwise direction.
MEYERS: You found this thing in Egypt?
CATHERINE: Yes. My father found it buried under the coverstone when I was a child. It’s composed of a crystalline element unlike any found on Earth. (beat) Okay, Mitch, let’s take it for a test drive.
Mitch enters a new command into the console, initializing the dialling sequence which will encode the eight symbol address into the stargate. The ring turns until the tile bearing the first glyph is positioned under the topmost jewel, at which point both it and the bottom left jewel split open, the central crystals, the engraved grooves running along the sides of the jewels, and the glyph tile suddenly lighting up with a white glow. The jewels snap closed and a low harmonic HUM begins to resonate from the stargate.
JENNY: Chevron One is holding. Chevron One is locked in place.
The topmost chevron goes dark again and the ring slides to the next glyph. As the next three glyphs are entered into the gate, with Jenny calling one each out, the harmonic tone emanating from the stargate builds in both pitch and volume.
BARBARA: I can only guess how many volts it takes to fire that puppy up. (to Barbara) Do you pump direct or alternatin’ current into the ring to make it run?
CATHERINE: Neither, actually. As far as we can tell, the stargate is completely self-powered, requiring no external power source for operation. The only power we need supply is to the apparatus which turns the dial, and that is rather minute.
JENNY: (cont’d) Chevron Five is holding. Chevron Five is locked in place.
As the fifth chevron is engaged, the tone coming from the gate changes to such a pitch and volume that both the room containing it along with the operations room begin to vibrate violently, causing everything not bolted or otherwise secured down to dance and jitter around. As Mitch’s open can of root beer rattles its way off its perch, Daniel grabs it, keeping its contents from spilling all over the place.
MITCH: Gracias.
DANIEL: De nada.
JENNY: (cont’d) Chevron Six is holding. Chevron Six is locked in place.
MEYERS: (worried) I take it these vibrations are a natural part of the gate’s operation?
CATHERINE: This is why we’ve never entered the full combination into the gate before. (beat) When Project Giza was first incepted, we weren’t operating here under Creek Mountain but in a laboratory in a base in Missouri. The laboratory walls weren’t built to withstand the intense vibrations; only two glyphs in, the entire wing in that section of the base collapsed. (beat) Many were injured and killed, including the researchers who were working on the gate. (beat) Afraid that the device might have been a weapon of some sort, we decided to put off entering the full combination in ‘til we learned more about it.
JENNY: (cont’d) Chevron Seven is holding. Chevron Seven is locked in place.
BARBARA: (nods toward the gate) Here it comes.
As the rooms continue to rattle, the eighth symbol in the address is rolled into position under the topmost chevron. Both it and the top right chevron snap open, lighting up along with the glyph tile.
JENNY: (cont’d) Chevron Eight is holding ….
The two chevrons snap shut and the harmonic tone again builds. The topmost chevron goes dark.
JENNY: (cont’d) Chevron Eight is locked in place.
The personnel in the operations room take in one, collective breath, anticipating the end result of the dialling sequence. Nothing happens. The stargate, eight of its nine chevrons and eight of its thirty-nine glyphs glowing white, just stands there, motionless. After a minute the stargate disengages, the chevrons and glyphs returning to their previous darkened state and the harmonic tones dying down to nothing. Seeing this, everyone in the operations room releases a collective sigh, clearly disappointed.
BARBARA: (dumbfounded) The map, the translation …. We were certain!
Daniel just stares at the ring of iridescent black stone, his right hand on his hip and his left on the back of his head. Uncertain, he turns to Mitch.
DANIEL: Start the ring back up.
Mitch turns to Catherine, his eyes inquiring.
DANIEL: (irate) Just start it up!
CATHERINE: (shrugs) Humour him.
Mitch obeys. Once again the inner ring of the stargate starts spinning. His eyes intent on the centre monitor, Daniel watches as the glyph tiles slide across the screen. As a certain glyph slides into position, the Egyptologist holds his hand up.
DANIEL: Stop!
Mitch complies and the ring ceases its motions. There, front-and-centre, is a glyph resembling a large inverted “V” with a small circle perched atop its apex.
FLASH CUT TO
A shot of the coverstone’s cartouche.
There, situated directly beneath the cartouche, is a hieroglyphic depiction of two human figures with tall staffs at hand standing on either side of a pyramid.
FLASH CUT TO
A close up shot of Daniel’s face.
DANIEL: I can’t believe we missed it!
BARBARA: What?
Daniel turns away from the monitor to his three colleagues.
DANIEL: The combination consists of nine symbols, not eight! We were missing the ninth symbol!
MEYERS: But there’s only eight symbols in the cartouche.
DANIEL: No, no, don’t you see? The ninth symbol isn’t in the cartouche – it’s below it!
Turning back to Mitch, Daniel reaches into the front pocket of the senior technician’s denim vest and pulls out a fat black permanent marker. Uncapping it, he begins to draw on the monitor displaying the arrow-shaped glyph.
MITCH: (alarmed) Hey, hey --!
On both sides of the glyph, Daniel draws a pair of stick figures holding staffs.
DANIEL: Two figures … praying beside a pyramid … with the sun directly above it.
Catherine, Barbara, and Meyers close in around the Egyptologist, peering at his handiwork. With Daniel’s additions, the glyph is now an almost-exact copy of the engraving under the cartouche.
MEYERS: He’s right.
BARBARA: Can we be sure the sequence is complete now?
CATHERINE: Only one way to find out. (beat) Mitch?
MITCH: I’m on it.
Mitch programs the ninth glyph into the computer and then re-initializes the dialling sequence. Once again the inner ring rotates, Jenny calling out as each of the glyphs in the address are encoded into the stargate. As the chevrons lock on, the harmonic tones and vibrations begin to build again.
DANIEL: Let’s hope this is it.
The first eight symbols have been entered into the stargate, leaving only the ninth symbol. It’s wheeled up under the topmost chevron, lighting up as the pronged clamp snaps open then closed again.
JENNY: (cont’d) Chevron Nine is holding. Chevron Nine is locked in place.
The harmonic tone issuing from the stargate reaches its crescendo as the remaining thirty glyphs and all the designs etched on the stargate’s surface light up with white light. Without warning, silver energy comes swirling into existence within the mouth of the stargate, cascading into a churning pool of glowing mercury, which then bursts outward like a geyser turned on end, rushing toward the great bay window leading to the operations room with a big KAWOOSH. Several of the personnel leap back, crying out with fear at the approaching torrent of incoming energy. Just as quickly as it came shooting out, however, the windsock of liquid energy reverses itself back into the torus of the stargate, forming a vertical pool of gently-rippling, silver-coloured light. Behind that pool stretches an invisible corridor leading to a destination 4,500 light-years distant.
MITCH: Tres cool.
Going over to a computer monitor, Barbara watches a red crosshair move across a map of the nearby universe. The crosshair soon comes to stop on a familiar-looking region of space.
BARBARA: (smiles) The beam’s locked itself onto a point in the M37 cluster.
DANIEL: (nods) 4,500 light-years away.
JENNY: (reading a monitor readout) It’s got mass. It could be a moon or a large asteroid.
A phone hanging on the wall left of the bay window starts ringing. Walking over to it, Catherine picks it up and raises it to her ear.
CATHERINE: Yes?
INT. CREEK MOUNTAIN/LEVEL 27/ BRIEFING ROOM – DAY
Gen. West, O’Neal, and Lt. Anderman stand at the bay window, looking down at the stargate. Anderman is the man talking to Catherine over the phone.
LT. ANDERMAN: Send in the probe.
INT. CREEK MOUNTAIN/OPERATIONS ROOM – DAY
MITCH: (turns to Catherine) What is it?
CATHERINE: (covers the receiver) They want to send a probe through.
INT. CREEK MOUNTAIN/LEVEL 28/EMBARKATION ROOM – DAY
The large, thick door to the room slides open, allowing ten armed airmen to enter. As they take positions around the gate, their guns levelled at the glowing puddle, a pair of officers wheel a Mobile Analytical Laboratory Probe – or MALP – into the room. Positioning it before the ramp leading up to the stargate, they switch control over to a technician working in the operations room.
INT. CREEK MOUNTAIN/LEVEL 27/BRIEFING ROOM – DAY
LT. ANDERMAN: Record all information from the stargate.
INT. CREEK MOUNTAIN/LEVEL 28/EMBARKATION ROOM – DAY
Its treads rotating, the MALP begins rolling forward, climbing the ramp up toward the open stargate. As it reaches the rippling mirror-like surface of the puddle, it stops. Moving forward toward the liquid energy, the mechanized arm immerses itself into the puddle with an accompanying electric-like sizzle. As the arm disappears past the torus of the gate, the technician in control of the MALP kicks it into overdrive, pushing the probe in after its arm on a course for the unknown.
INT. CREEK MOUNTAIN/LEVEL 28/OPERATIONS ROOM – DAY
Her dialogue with Anderman finished, Catherine hangs up the phone, refocusing her attention back on the stargate.
CATHERINE: (to Daniel) It’s starting to get exciting, isn’t it?
DANIEL: (to Mitch) What’s happening now?
MITCH: We’re waiting to see if the probe can send data back through the gate.
DANIEL: (turns to Catherine) How long have you people been working on this?
CATHERINE: The stargate was unearthed when I was ten years old, in '67, but the Egyptian government didn’t release it until '83. Then we had to wait for the British to hand it over. When we finally got hold of the gate, we had to wait to get our financing. (beat) It wasn’t until '04 that Project Giza was finally approved to go ahead.
DANIEL: But then that accident happened.
CATHERINE: Correct ….
Tears suddenly begin to well up in the woman’s eyes. Though she tries to wipe them away before Daniel can spot them, the renegade Egyptologist notices anyway.
DANIEL: (frowns) What’s wrong?
CATHERINE: I told you the research team directly responsible for the experiment on the stargate that day died in the cataclysm.
DANIEL: Yes ….
CATHERINE: I didn’t tell you that my fiance, Ernest, was the team leader.
DANIEL: (shocked) God ….
CATHERINE: (cont’d) Project Giza was put on hiatus following the accident and the stargate placed back into storage. I only managed to convince the people at the Pentagon to reopen the project three years ago.
JENNY: Something’s coming through!
Everyone in the room, their eyes transfixed on the monitors, watch as the first images from a world 70,000 light-years away come to life on the primary monitors. There, from the MALP’s point-of-view, can be seen the stone walls of a long chamber stretching past a peculiar-looking pedestal to a ramp leading to another chamber beyond.
DANIEL: (points at the pedestal) What is that? Can you zoom in on it?
The image of the pedestal grows larger as the MALP’s camera zooms in. While its ultimate function still cannot be determined, it’s clearly composed of the same iridescent black quartz as the stargate, its engravings glowing the same white light.
DANIEL: Could we get a better look at it? Wheel past it then turn around?
MALP OPERATOR: Let’s see.
The MALP begins moving forward, and without much effort the probe is directed around the pedestal. As the probe is turned around, the people watching the monitors are afforded a clear view of the pedestal. On a slanted, pronged dais, two rings of thirty-eight panels are arranged around a glowing white central hemisphere, each panel engraved with glowing glyphs identical to those found on the Earth stargate.
CATHERINE: (awed) That was what was missing at the dig at Giza. That was what they used to control it.
MEYERS: Let’s get a look at the gate itself.
The operator pans upward away from the pedestal, allowing them a clear image of the activate stargate on the other side. Like the Earth stargate, it is installed close to the back of its room, a short platform of steps leading up into the energy-filled torus. As the operator starts to zoom in on the crystalline ring, the picture begins growing fuzzy.
JENNY: We’re losing the signal.
The stargate suddenly disengages, the energy pool unravelling into nothingness and the chevrons and engravings going dark.
EXT. CREEK MOUNTAIN/PARKING LOT – DAY
Arriving from beyond the checkpoint, a black Cadillac limousine pulls into the parking lot and comes to a stop at the mouth of the entrance leading into the mountain. The doors swing open and SEVERAL HIGH-RANKING OFFICERS – all from all over the country and different branches of the military – step out into the open and begin making their way into the dark confines of the entrance tunnel. At the centre of this group, a pace ahead of the others, is MAJOR GENERAL W. O. WEST himself; in his mid-sixties with iron gray hair and a mustache over a firm upper lip, he is a man respected and feared by those who serve under his command.
INT. CREEK MOUNTAIN/LEVEL 27/CORRIDOR #1 – DAY
Col. O’Neal stands at attention before the closed elevator doors of Level 27, his hands clasped tightly behind his back as he stares fixedly at the red orange numbers counting down on the readout above. Once the readout falls on 27, the doors slide open, allowing West and his cadre of comrades to file out into the open corridor. Seeing the colonel standing there, the general walks up to him, reaching out to shake the younger man’s hand.
GEN. WEST: (grins) Jack O’Neal. How the hell’ve you been, airman?
O’NEAL: (deadpan) I’ve been good.
Turning around, O’Neal, West, and the other high-ranking officers begin walking up the corridor.
GEN. WEST: How’s Sarah? I’ve heard you two haven’t been on the best of terms since you took this assignment.
O’NEAL: (blunt) We’re separated.
GEN. WEST: I’m sorry to hear that.
O’NEAL: Some days are better than others, but I’m getting used to it.
Coming to a fork in the corridor, the troupe of airmen make a turn to the left.
GEN. WEST: (under his breath) I’ve got a few things to tell you that I couldn’t put in the report.
INT. CREEK MOUNTAIN/LEVEL 27/CORRIDOR #2 – DAY
Daniel and Barbara take an alternate route to the same destination O’Neal and the others were headed for. Barbara carries an external hard disk drive under her arm with stoic grace while Daniel sips from a mug of coffee nervously.
Eventually they come to their destination. Standing at the door, waiting for them, is Kawalsky, who greets them both with a casual smile. As they file past him into the room beyond, Daniel holds his mug out to the big officer.
DANIEL: Uh, here, can you take this?
Kawalsky accepts the mug with all the enthusiasm of a parent having to handle their baby’s dirty diapers.
INT. CREEK MOUNTAIN/LEVEL 27/BRIEFING ROOM – DAY
As Barbara and Daniel enter the long, rectangular room, the renegade Egyptologist’s lips go thin with trepidation when he sees who is waiting for them at the long, red-and-black conference table. Having expected to meet with West in relative privacy with maybe one or two other officers, he’s unprepared for the large number of military personnel and scientific staff who have come to hear what he and Dr. Shore have to say. Among those who have come to learn what the two scholars have uncovered is Meyers, O’Neal, and Lt. Anderman.
As Barbara and Daniel make their way into the briefing room, Kawalsky enters in after them, shutting the door behind him. Those gathered around the table take their seats, except for Catherine and Gen. West, who turn to acknowledge the two scholars.
CATHERINE: (waves them over) Daniel, Barbara, there’s someone I’d like you to meet. (gestures to the general) This is Gen. West.
Daniel and Barbara take their turns shaking the general’s hand.
GEN. WEST: (eyeing Daniel) Pleasure to finally meet you, Doctor. (turns to the other attendees in the room) All right, everybody, we’ve come a long way to hear this. Let’s get down to it and see what these two scholars have for us.
Walking up to the front of the room where a whiteboard has been built into the wall, the two prepare their presentation. Setting her external drive down at the corner of the head of the table, she connects it to a laptop computer and turns it on, causing the overhead lights to automatically die down. Prepared to deliver their presentation, the two scholars stand there, the bright light from the overhead projector falling upon them, regarding their audience silently for a sign to proceed.
GEN. WEST: (sourly) Any time.
DANIEL: Barbara?
Barbara opens the file of their presentation, and seconds later a drawn diagram of the coverstone is projected onto the whiteboard’s surface. Daniel and Barbara step aside to allow the others an unobstructed view of the image.
BARBARA: What we’re lookin’ at here is obviously a diagram of the coverstone.
DANIEL: The figures in the outer track, which we assumed were words to be translated, aren’t, in fact, fragments of an unknown language. They are actually digits or mathematical formulae belonging to a form of astronomical cartography completely unknown to us.
BARBARA: Markers for a stellar latitude and longitude, you could say.
MEYERS: How’d you figure that one out?
Barbara bends over the laptop and presses a button. A second later the projected image is enlarged, the central cartouche and surrounding bands of glyphs dissolving to show the details of the innermost ring containing the concentric lines.
BARBARA: We discovered that the band of concentric lines located near the centre of the coverstone was actually an abstract map of interstellar space.
She presses another button on the laptop and the ring of lines is reshaped into a spherical map of the interstellar space between Earth and Messier 37.
BARBARA: (cont’d) When aligned in a three-dimensional configuration, the intersectin’ points of the lines correspond to the various stars located between Earth and Messier 37, in the positions they would have been in ten thousand years ago.
Barbara presses another button and a blue line begins to run from Earth to a number of stars before reaching a system in Messier 37.
BARBARA: (cont’d) The marked-off points of the lines themselves represent a route, a course from Earth to M37.
Barbara presses a button and the map is replaced with a large image of the coverstone’s central cartouche.
DANIEL: The cartouche organizes a set of eight points necessary to chart the course to this destination.
Their presentation finished, Barbara closes the program and closes her laptop. The overhead projector shuts down and the overhead lights come back on. The Egyptologist and astrophysicist regard their audience, waiting for a reaction.
CATHERINE: (smiles) They did it.
AUBURN SCIENTIST: (excited) We suspected the device worked in such a fashion ever since Dr. Jackson decoded the hieroglyphic text. This discovery confirms it.
DANIEL: Device?
BARBARA: What device?
A number of attendees, mostly military officers, give the female scientist the evil eye. Realizing she has just let slip classified information in her exuberance, her face goes gray with dread.
CATHERINE: (smirks) I imagine you’ll have to show them now, General.
Gen. West, his stoney poker face unbroken, exchanges glances with O’Neal, who has been standing with Kawalsky at the back of the room this whole time. O’Neal, his own face set in implacable stone, merely shrugs.
GEN. WEST: (to Kawalsky) Show them.
Nodding, Kawalsky walks over to a switch box set into the wall. As he presses the green button, the whiteboard at the head of the room begins to retract up into the wall, undercovering a Plexiglas bay window beyond. Turning around, the two scholars move in close, their jaws dropping agape as they see what lies beyond. Meyers, not wanting to miss the action, quickly rises from his chair and joins them at the window.
Beyond the pane of Plexiglas is a large room. A former missile silo, it has been reconfigured to house something with far more dangerous potential. Standing there near the far back end of the room, held erect by four pneumatic support arms with a steel ramp running through its torus, is the unusual stone ring recovered from the Giza Plateau several decades ago. Now cleaned and polished, the onyx-black surface of the ring positively shines, its contours gleaming with iridescence.
MEYERS: What the hell is it?
DANIEL: (awestruck) It’s our stargate.
Catherine, who has remained seated this whole time, turns to Gen. West, an eyebrow arched. Without a single word being said, he understands what it is she wants.
GEN. WEST: Go ahead.
She smiles.
TV's Frink said:
And honestly, if I were to see you with it, I would be offended.
Whatever became of that prop skeleton, anyway?
N64!
Yeah, and hopefully the line about it will be:
"That prophecy about the Chosen One? Turns out it's just a big load of poodoo."
Since the world tells me I cannot wear a toothbrush* mustache, I wear a toothbrush mustache to spite the world.
*I refuse to refer to it as a Hitler mustache, as he was neither the inventor of the style nor the only one to have ever worn it.
I prefer bittersweet endings, myself.
Bad mouthing cheesy B&W horror films from the first half of the 20th century? That's a paddlin'.
deepanddark20 said:
I appreciate your interaction with my post, but have you heard the expression, "missing the forest for the trees"? I think that's what you're doing with my post. Convincing you that 1-6 comfortably belong together in one saga isn't my point.
At the risk of sounding like I can read your thoughts... I can't help but sense that your hatred for the prequels is motivating you to respond to my post the way you are, which I find odd because I probably hate the prequels more than you do! Going along with my post doesn't require you to set aside any of your hatred for 1-3, if you truly understand where I'm coming from. When you read my post, keep in mind that I think the prequels are atrocities.
You're getting hung up on the part of my post about how episodes 1-3 require the ending of episode 6 for their plot to be resolved (which really isn't debatable). This is not the same thing as saying that 4-6 need 1-3, or saying that 1-3 are legitimate, which is what you seem to be railing against. Since that part of my post was only building up to the main points, you're missing those points.
I think you're having a slightly different conversation than the one I'm trying to have. In the one you're having, you and I are on the same side.
I thought the same way, myself. The Tuskens made all sorts or snorts and grunts -- why not a long, wailing siren of alarm?
I still accept krayt dragons as canon, though.
