Klingon_Jedi

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Originally posted by: Rikter
VCR - what's that?

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Originally posted by: Bossk
The ARC fighter is pretty cool. But I think I like the Lego version better. It's got a little twist knob that opens the wings.

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I was checking out the toys tonight and I saw the new lightsabers. Like a lot of the other toys, they looked cheaper than the previous ones. THe detailing seemed a little softer. Maybe it’s me. What struck me though was Mace’s lightsaber. Has anyone here seen it? It looks nothing like Maces. The design looks like Darth Maul’s saber cut in half with a purple blade attached to the wrong end. Corrent me if I’m wrong, but I remember there being a correct Mace episode II saber. What’s even odder is when one wonders who they expect to fool. There are two pieces of art on the box of Mace Windu brandishing his lightsaber. Anyone who glances at it could easily see that it’s completely different. Any ideas how this happened?

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Originally posted by: TheSessler
They're still up on myspleen if you're into bit-torrents and have plenty of bandwidth and a DVD burner.

If you do get them from myspleen, look for the Mysterious Mysteries/Edit Droid versions.

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Chapter 21
A New Order

A Naboo skiff reverted to realspace and flashed toward an alien medical installation in the asteroid belt of Polis Massa.

Tantive IV reentered reality only moments behind.

And on Mustafar, below the red thunder of a volcano, a Sith Lord had already snatched from sand of black glass the charred torso and head of what once had been a man, and had already leapt for the cliffbank above with effortless strength, and had already roared to his clones to bring the medical capsule immediately!

The Sith Lord lowered the limbless man tenderly to the cool ground above, and laid his hand across the cracked and blackened mess that once had been his brow, and he set his will upon him.

Live, Lord Vader. Live, mv apprentice.

Live.

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Beyond the transparent crystal of the observation dome on the airless crags of Polis Massa, the galaxy wheeled in a spray of hard, cold pinpricks through the veil of infinite night.

Beneath that dome sat Yoda. He did not look at the stars.

He sat a very long time.

Even after nearly nine hundred years, the road to self-knowledge was rugged enough to leave him bruised and bleeding.

He spoke softly, but not to himself.

Though no one was with him, he was not alone.

"My failure, this was. Failed the Jedi, I did."

He spoke to the Force.

And the Force answered him. Do not blame yourself, my old friend.

As it sometimes had these past thirteen years, when the Force spoke to him, it spoke in the voice of Qui-Gon Jinn,

"Too old I was," Yoda said. "Too rigid. Too arrogant to see that the old way is not the only way. These Jedi, 1 trained to become the Jedi who had trained me, long centuries ago—but those ancient Jedi, of a different time they were. Changed, has the galaxy. Changed, the Order did not—because let it change, I did not."

More easily said than done, my friend.

"An infinite mystery is the Force." Yoda lifted his head and turned his gaze out into the wheel of stars. "Much to learn, there still is."

And you will have time to learn it.

"Infinite knowledge . . ." Yoda shook his head. "Infinite time, does that require."

With my help, you can learn to join with the Force, yet retain consciousness. You can join your light to it forever. Perhaps, in time, even your physical self.

Yoda did not move. "Eternal life . . ."

The ultimate goal of the Sith, yet they can never achieve it; it comes only by the release of self, not the exaltation of self. It comes through compassion, not greed. Love is the answer to the darkness.

"Become one with the Force, yet influence still to have . . ." Yoda mused. "A power greater than all, it is."

It cannot be granted; it can only be taught. It is yours to learn, if you wish it.

Slowly, Yoda nodded. "A very great Jedi Master you have become, Qui-Gon Jinn. A very great Jedi Master you always were, but too blind I was to see it."

He rose, and folded his hands before him, and inclined his head in the Jedi bow of respect.

The bow of the student, in the presence of the Master.

"Your apprentice, I gratefully become."

He was well into his first lesson when the hatch cycled open behind him. He turned.

In the corridor beyond stood Bail Organa. He looked stricken,

"Obi-Wan is asking for you at the surgical theater," he said. "It's Padme. She's dying."

Obi-Wan sat beside her, holding one cold, still hand in both of his. "Don't give up, Padme."

"Is it . . ." Her eyes rolled blindly. "It's a girl. Anakin thinks it's a girl."

"We don't know yet. In a minute . .. you have to stay with us."

Below the opaque tent that shrouded her from chest down, a pair of surgical droids assisted with her labor. A general medical droid fussed and tinkered among the clutter of scanners and equipment.

"If it's ... a girl—oh, oh, oh no . . ."

Obi-Wan cast an appeal toward the medical droid. "Can't you do something?"

"All organic damage has been repaired." The droid checked another readout. "This systemic failure cannot be explained."

Not physically, Obi-Wan thought. He squeezed her hand as though he could keep life within her body by simple pressure. "Padme, you have to hold on."

"If it's a girl . . . ," she gasped, "name her Leia . . ."

One of the surgical droids circled out from behind the tent, cradling in its padded arms a tiny infant, already swabbed clean and breathing, but without even the hint of tears.

The droid announced softly, "It's a boy."

Padme reached for him with her trembling free hand, but she had no strength to take him; she could only touch her fingers to the baby's forehead.

She smiled weakly. "Luke ..."

The other droid now rounded the tent as well, with another clean, quietly solemn infant. ". . . and a girl."

But she had already fallen back against her pillow.

"Padme, you have twins," Obi-Wan said desperately. ""They need you—please hang on ..."

"Anakin ..."

"Anakin . . . isn't here, Padme," he said, though he didn't think she could hear.

"Anakin, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry . . . Anakin, please, I love you . .."

In the Force, Obi-Wan felt Yoda's approach, and he looked up to see the ancient Master beside Bail Organa, both staring the same grave question down through the surgical theater's observation panel.

The only answer Obi-Wan had was a helpless shake of his head.

Padme reached across with her free hand, with the hand she had laid upon the brow of her firstborn son, and pressed something into Obi-Wan's palm.

For a moment, her eyes cleared, and she knew him.

"Obi-Wan . . . there ... is still good in him. I know there is... still..."

Her voice faded to an empty sigh, and she sagged back against the pillow. Half a dozen different scanners buzzed with conflicting alarm tones, and the medical droids shooed him from the room.

He stood in the hall outside, looking down at what she had pressed into his hand. It was a pendant of some kind, an amulet, unfamiliar sigils carved into some sort of organic material, strung on a loop of leather. In the Force, he could feel traces of the touch of her skin.

When Yoda and Bail came for him, he was still standing there, staring at it.
"She put this in my hand—" For what seemed the dozenth time this day, he found himself blinking back tears. "—and I don't even know what it is."

"Precious to her, it must have been," Yoda said slowly. "Buried with her, perhaps it should be."

Obi-Wan looked down at the simple, child-like symbols carved into it, and felt from it in the Force soaring echoes of transcendent love, and the bleak, black despair of unendurable heartbreak.

"Yes," he said. "Yes. Perhaps that would be best."

Around a conference table on Tantive TV, Bail Organa, Obi-Wan Kenobi, and Yoda met to decide the fate of the galaxy.

"To Naboo, send her body . . ." Yoda stretched his head high, as though tasting a current in the Force. "Pregnant, she must still appear. Hidden, safe, the children must be kept. Foundation of the new Jedi Order, they will be."

"We should split them up," Obi-Wan said. "Even if the Sith find one, the other may survive. I can take the boy. Master Yoda, and you take the girl. We can hide them away, keep them safe— train them as Anakin should have been trained—"

"No." The ancient Master lowered his head again, closing his eyes, resting his chin on his hands that were folded over the head of his stick.

Obi

Anyone else catch the segment. I was amused by the shear childishness of the whole thing. The same basic, “new technology is great” stuff we’ve heard a million times.

I found it interesting that she got Lucas to admit that the final battle essentially takes place in Hell.

Other gems included Lucas claiming he’s not picky. This came up on why he hasn’t remarried. Considering how they showed Lucas dictating exactly how a character should be reshot to walk a certain way, and the fact the they apparently replaced Anakin and Obi in a couple of fight frames because their positions weren’t perfect, I’d say that’s a pretty big contradiction.

Lucas saying he’s pretty much happy with III. We all know that will change in maybe a year or too. ^_-.

Very odd piece. It was amusing and interesting, yet totally generic and immature at almost the same time. Is 60 Minutes always like that?

Mod Edit: a working link and article about George Lucas’ appearance on 60 Minutes on March 13, 2005 can be found here:-

https://www.cbsnews.com/news/george-lucas-in-2005-there-is-no-episode-seven
 

An 11 minute segment of the 60 Minutes episode in question can be found here - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mhd47kudxts

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Originally posted by: PSYCHO_DAYV
THEY REVEALED WAY TOO MUCH IN THE NEW TRAILER. SOME THINGS SHOULD HAVE BEEN LEFT A MYSTERY.

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Originally posted by: skyman8081
Grevious is here to introduct the idea of "More Machine now than Man" because the driods on Mustafau who rebuilt Grevious also made Vader. Grevious is what Anakin becomes, in a way.

PS. GL hired a dialog coach for Episode III.

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