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#69699
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It's official...
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If my memory serves, that's a Christmas Story reference. You know that the outdoor shots of the house and the department store were done in Cleveland.
The department store and surrounding area seen is Cleveland's Public Square and Tower City.
The home is in a neighborhood called Tremont.

Never tried it (that soup), but I'll take Ralphy's word on its taste.
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#69697
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NFL
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quoting the Packers media guide:

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1991
Was a second-round draft selection by the Falcons (33rd overall and third quarterback, after Dan McGwire and Todd Marinovich)…Completed 14 of 32 passes for 160 yards and two touchdowns, with one interception, in the preseason…Active for three games during the regular season, he played in two (Oct. 27 vs. L.A. Rams and Nov. 10 at Washington), attempting five passes without a completion in Redskins contest. (a 12-yarder in the second quarter and a 28-yarder in the third period) while completing 15 of 26 passes for 204 yards overall…Threw two more TD passes in losing effort (27-17) in divisional playoff at Dallas the following week (Jan. 16) — a 2-yarder to Brooks and a 29-yarder to Sharpe…Closed out day with 28 completions in 45 attempts for 331 yards (one yard short of Packers' single-game playoff record) and two TDs.


Ron Wolf was with...the Jets I believe, during that draft, and he was going to draft Brett, but Atlanta got him first (Jets might have had the next pick). When Wolf went to Green Bay, he saw the chance to get Brett, and made the trade.
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#69683
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NFL
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I wish I could find the article again...

I've read about 4 different articles about the McKenzie trade. One of them had a cool line saying essentially:
The last time the Packers traded for a fresh, lower-round QB was in 1991. We all remember him. It was Brett Favre, acquired from the Atlanta Falcons.
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#69657
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It's official...
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Originally posted by: GundarkHunter
Reminds me of when a friend of mine @ 5 years of age, walked into his mom's kitchen and dropped the F-bomb. She was doing dishes @ the time and was so horrified that she turned around and squirted him in the mouth with dish soap. He was blowing bubbles for a couple of hours afer that.
Hmmm...I think my experience might have been worse.

I was given the choice of bar or pump soap.
Let me assure you, I will never have to think about it, if that choice is given to me.
Bar soap all the way.
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#69275
Topic
It's official...
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Quote

Originally said by: Al Gore, CNN’s “Late Edition with Wolf Blitzer,” 3/9/99
"During my service in the United States Congress, I took the initiative in creating the Internet."


Darth Chaltab:
Nope. The exact quote from the Constitution is:
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Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.
In my non-judicial opinion, that says that the President cannot pull a "Henry the 8th", creating a state religion with himself as its head.
(That is what the original settlers of the America left England for...religious freedom)
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#69240
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It's official...
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Continuing with the WW2 analogies:

Kerry says he wants to have talks with Iran and North Korea to prevent/remove their nuclear programs, right? I believe he said bilateral talks with Korea (perhaps he wants to buy them off like Clinton did), and talked about making an offer to buy back nuclear materials from Iran, right??

What did Europe do during the early 30s to appease Hitler's Germany?? That's right, they talked and negotiated, eventually giving Germany back the Sudenland of Czechoslovakia(sp?) and the Rhineland.

Am I saying talks are bad? Not at all, but you cannot simply hope that appeasing a dictator will make them go away.
Hitler took what he was given, then went after the rest of Europe.
Iran will likely go after Israel (or worse, give the nukes to terrorists).
N. Korea, once it has food and money from us, will likely still continue its weapons and attack South Korea and/or Japan.
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#69120
Topic
Info Wanted: Bonus Material not offered by the major bootleggers
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Originally posted by: Rattlehead
Originally posted by: starkiller
Actually, I have one other documentary...I think it was called "From Jedi to Jedi".
It was hosted by Samuel L. Jackson (its kind of funny with him in a Fighter cockpit recycling lines from another movie of his).
I think it covered a fair chunk of ILM and Lucasfilm's work over the years.


I believe that one aired right after Episode I came out or when it came out on video or something. I remember it focusing mostly on Episode I and the effects breakthroughs that led up to it (like Jurassic Park), correct me if I'm wrong. I think I taped it off TV when it aired, but I don't think it was ever released commercially in any form.

That's the one where he says "The double bladed lightsaber. When you absolutely have to kill every droid in the room." Which was an adaptation of his line about a machine gun from "Jackie Brown."
I don't recall that line, but that is it.
As for a commercial release...it wasn't. I also taped it. But I'm also a bit of a packrat, so I've still got it.

Actually, the line I recall had SLJ in a Naboo Fighter and he was talking about 'striking down upon my enemies with great fury' or something like that.
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#69133
Topic
It's official...
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I just wanted to point out something:

Its safe to say that the majority of educated, informed people of the US have already made up their minds about the election. For the most part, the debate was NOT for those people. They've been listening to the same mudslinging for quite a while now.

No, the debates are for the people that haven't been paying attention since the the democratic primary. For both the educated and the uneducated.

Now, some of you are complaining that Bush just said the same thing over and over.
Maybe that's because its what he believes, and he wanted to make sure that the people who haven't been paying attention remember what he said.
We've heard it for a while. People that weren't paying attention heard it, possibly for the first time, and Bush sees it as being important to have a solid voice.


Unlike Kerry, who has changed what he believes as the campaign has moved along:
- Complains that our troops don't have the body armor they need...when he voted against the appropriations to pay for it.
- Supported the war by voting for giving Bush the authority to declare, then came out to be against the war because we "didn't find WMD", and most recently stated in an interview on Wednesday that (paraphrasing) 'if it turns out good, it was a good idea, if it turns out bad, it was a bad idea'.
(BTW: I'm of the opinion that Saddam himself was a WMD, so we found one really big one)
- In the early times of the Vietnam War, people were for it. Kerry joined. Then it became trendy to bash the war and be opposed to it. Kerry testifies against the vets before Congress, throws his medals, meets with N. Vietnamese officials in Paris etc.
- Kerry says that he wants to bring the nations of the world back to our side, then he turns around and calls them coerced and bribed, and allows his people to refer to Prime Minister Allawi as a puppet.

BTW: All those number, RR, that you were proud of Kerry remembering, well, there is a little quote that I like, from Mark Twain "There are lies, damn lies and statistics."
Let me quote some of what Kerry said:
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And so, today, we are 90 percent of the casualties and 90 percent of the cost: $200 billion -- $200 billion that could have been used for health care, for schools, for construction, for prescription drugs for seniors, and it's in Iraq.

- We are not 90% of the casualties. I think Kerry is ignoring the injured and dead Iraqi police and military that have fallen to RPGs and IEDs. I think I heard that there were at least 700 dead of them. 1000 is not 90% of 1700 (on the low side). Before you ask, let me ask you, why wouldn't they be considered part of the coalition??
- That $200 billion number has been going around for at least a week now. We've only spent $120 billion, the excess either hasn't been spent, or hasn't been asked for.
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#69105
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Starkiller's Fan Fic. Story
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Originally posted by: Warbler
Starkiller great story so far, why does it skip from chapter 20 to 31?
I mis-typed. That should be '21'.
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]Originally posted by: sean wookie
are you posting this on fanfiction.net
I hadn't given that any though. I thought there were parts of it that weren't that good, where the main character seemed too 'god-like'.
Taking down a Krayt Dragon alone. Going one-on-one with Bail Organa and other heads of state. Attacking an ISD. That 'splattered grey matter' comment.
(Its better than it was. When I first wrote it, I instead of the 'plausible denial' bit about the satellite screwup, I actually had a part where the main character briefed the world on what was going on, with the help of the US Secretary of State. I thought parts of it were clunky and sometimes contradictory, so I removed it.)

Anyways, I'm happy that you guys like it. Perhaps I could post it at fanfiction.net, once I've gotten more of it completed.
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#68699
Topic
The Quotable Quote
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"Good... Bad... I'm the guy with the gun."
Bruce Campbell, Army of Darkness

"There is a war out there, old friend. A World War. And its not about who's got the most bullets, its about who controls the information. What we see and hear, how we work, what we think. Its all about the Information."
Benjamin Kingsley, Sneakers

"I've seen detergents that leave a better film than this."
Waldorf, The Muppet Movie

An electronic cerebractomy! It's something so sensational, you'll have to hold on to your hat...Look, when a German scientist says hold on to your hat, he isn't making casual conversation, he means hold on to your hat. Hat! Hold!
Mel Brooks, The Muppet Movie

"Survival kit contents check. In them you'll find: one .45 caliber automatic; two boxes of ammunition; four days concentrated emergency rations; one drug issue containing: antibiotics, morphine, vitamin pills, pep pills, sleeping pills, tranquilizer pills; one miniature combination Russian phrase book and bible; one hundred dollars in rubles; one hundred dollars in gold; nine packs of chewing gum; one issue of prophylactics; three lipsticks; three pair a nylon stockings. Shoot, a fellah could have a pretty good weekend in Vegas with all that stuff."
Slim Pickens, Dr. Strangelove

"Mr. Madison, what you've just said is one of the most insanely idiotic things I have ever heard. At no point in your rambling, incoherent response were you even close to anything that could be considered a rational thought. Everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it. I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul."
Josh Mostel, Billy Madison

"It's good to be the King."
Mel Brooks, History of the World Part 1
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#68345
Topic
Watching with my fiancee
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Originally posted by: Obi-wonton
HaHa, I am laughing my ass off guys. I don't know about the alternate fuel source...they'd be awesome if someone with talent (and there is more than one here) made some changes. She's excited to watch the whole Empire of Dreams (and she watched the shorter one on A&E...that's how she heard about the new boxset release and gained more interest when we were watching that together the weekend before it came out).

BTW, if you clone her, don't give her Morrison's Kiwi voice OK, I like the voice she's got!

You guys are tripping me out, I thought I was lucky, but maybe like starkiller said (great name BTW...going back to the first scripts) its more than that.

Maybe I should have an OT.com wedding reception at the Skywalker Ranch...crash Lucas party for my own!
Well, you're laughing at what we write, and I'm laughing at that 'Kiwi voice' comment. Very good.

Thanks. I've been using either 'Starkiller' or 'Roy Starkiller' all over the net for a long time. I use it because of those first drafts. Probably 8-10 years ago, my dad found a website that had some of the old SW drafts in text form. He downloaded them for me. I think I've still got them somewhere.
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#68194
Topic
Poor Obi-Wan
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Quote

Originally posted by: Sam_Lu
I also hear that Lucas is travelling around the US, searching for and destroying all those Anakin Skywalker Ghost mail-in Kenner figures. They don't exist, and Lucas is making damn sure of that.

If you have one, be afraid.... be very afraid.


He can have mine, when he pries them from my cold, dead hands.
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#68155
Topic
Watching with my fiancee
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Originally posted by: Obi-wonton
Just as long as it is no Jedi Rocks, ok ricarleite?! Thanks guys. BTW, she already got me the 2004 boxset and get this...for no reason other than knowing I liked Star Wars. I was going to by them myself, but she beat me to it, by...STAYING UP UNTIL MIDNIGHT and grabbing them at Best Buy. Yeah, she's the one.



I hate to say it, but this all sounds too good to be true. I wouldn't have guessed that a woman on Earth existed that was like this.
Consider yourself lucky. No, lucky isn't strong enough a word. I don't know that such a word exists to describe this.

Fellow male board members, I think we now have a valid reason to support the development of cloning.
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#68132
Topic
Starkiller's Fan Fic. Story
Time
Chapter 32: My Final Work For the Earth

I returned home. A stop on the Star Destroyer revealed that it was almost fully repaired, and Earth technicians were quickly picking up the knowledge they needed to use it. I landed on Earth the same way I landed before, and was greeted by practically the same crowd.
No reports were necessary from me this time. I was growing obsolete.
I decided to make a final suggestion to the President and then I would pack up my belongings and explore some more.
“Mr. President, “ I began, “I no longer feel I am needed on Earth. The current situation with the Empire has been averted and I think its time I went elsewhere. From the scientific standpoint, we have years of research to catch up on. From the military view, we have a warship capable of defending the planet and a military that knows how to use it. The public, well, to minimize the impact of what has happened, it’s best that they learn slowly.”
I continued, “I would like to make a recommendation to you and the rest of the world leaders. I think it would be helpful to Earth to create a trading station on the far side of the Moon. Have a place where terrans and aliens can trade and interact.”

That is as far as I've gotten.
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#68131
Topic
Starkiller's Fan Fic. Story
Time
Chapter 31: Meeting one of the old ones

I knew from my texts that Ossus was the third planet in the Adega system. The radiation was caused by a nearby supernova some 4000 years before. It was not this radiation, or the possible archeological possibilities related to the Clone Wars that was drawing me there. In fact, it was not really a thing, it was a being.
Ossus had been the Jedi Library world. The artifacts and stories of millennia of Jedi Knights had been held there, until the great Sith War. The intentional destruction of the nearby Cron system created the supernova that forced nearly all the jedi off. All except one. Jedi Master Ood Bnar, in an effort to preserve some artifacts, went through a natural metamorphosis, turning into a tree (of sorts). His roots covered the artifacts, and protected them from the supernova.
B0B and myself soon dropped out of hyperspace, and began to orbit Ossus. It was quite desolate, and it was easy to tell that from space. There were supposedly only a few beings on the planet, excluding Ood Bnar. I hoped I would not run into them, and if I did, that they understood basic.
Slowly, I scanned the planet. Sorting out trees would be hard, but a cache underneath one seemed not difficult to find. It was slow going, but eventually I found what I was looking for, a mass of metal under a tree that registered (only in a focused scan) a little different from the rest. No other lifeforms were present. This is where I set down.
The sky was filled with clouds and electrical discharges, not quite like lightning. I made my way the few hundred feet from where I had set down to the tree. It stood alone, apart from other trees. A small portable scanner confirmed to me that this was the Jedi Master I sought. I stood before the tree and began to speak.
“Jedi Master Ood Bnar, I am a traveler from afar. Unlike the vast majority of the galaxy, I know who you are and why you are here on Ossus. I come before you with a request. The Sith have taken control of the galaxy, and rule it with an iron fist. In time they will be defeated, but until that time all people who believe in what is good are in danger. My request is to borrow one of the ancient lightsabers you protect under your roots. I wish to help to remove this evil from its place of power.”
I stood and waited, hoping that the massive tree-Jedi would respond. After several minutes, I heard the cracking of the ground, and as I looked, I saw 2 roots begin to pull apart. I slowly moved forward, and looked in. Reaching in, I grasped for one of the precious cylinders. Pulling it out, I stopped and starred at it for a minute. I then moved my arm to my side, and looked back up at the Jedi Master.
“Thank you. I will not betray your trust. According to what I know, part of your destiny is to protect those artifacts until another jedi comes for them, to begin a rebuilding of the Jedi Order. I am sorry to say I am not him. But, I can tell you that he will come within the next 12 standard years. He is also the one who will defeat the Sith.”
With that, I began to walk away. I could hear the roots begin to work their way back into place overtop of the stockpile of lightsabers.
Before arriving at my ship, I decided to inspect the weapon. I found the activation stud, and pressed it. I heard the all too familiar hum, and paused as I saw a bluish blade form. It grew to about 3 feet, and stopped. I moved it through the air a little, and then started to look at the other controls. There appeared to be one toggle switch and a knob switch. As I rotated the latter, I saw the blade shorten, then lengthen. I then flipped the toggle, and I could see nothing happen. I tried something. I flipped the switch back, and attempted to cut a chunk of grass out of the ground. I was successful. Then I flipped the switch, and repeated the action. This time, nothing. I determined that this must be some kind of practice mode, or intensity setting. By placing the lightsaber in practice mode, one would not risk cutting off a limb by making a mistake. Its use could also be for a weapon. By changing the intensity of the blade in mid-fight, you could force your opponent to swing and lose balance expecting a parry, leaving you open for the strike.
I was satisfied at that point, so I boarded my ship and left.
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#68130
Topic
Starkiller's Fan Fic. Story
Time
Chapter 20: When the cats away…

Upon our return, we found several things were vastly different. The Alliance had begun training an international team of scientists, technicians and armed forces personnel in the repair and operations of the Star Destroyer before I had left, but I was completely surprised when I found out how well they were doing adapting to the new technology.
In addition, apparently the idea of having an orbiting weapons platform manned by such an international team was enough to convince the world powers to quietly agree on a global peace accord. They now knew that they would only survive by getting along with one another. They also knew if we would stand no chance in a future battle against the Empire if we were too busy fighting with ourselves.
The Alliance had also delivered several pieces of their technology. Interestingly enough, many were those that I had mentioned in my speech before the Senate. Several fusion-based power generators had been brought to Earth, but none had been installed. It would be necessary to keep them hidden until a scientist “discovered” the technology to use them.
The same was true of the holonet transceivers and anti-gravity platforms. As the Earth adapted, it seemed less and less likely that I would be needed to stay around.
I needed something to do, though. I wanted some more action. After a few days I went into seclusion, studying the books I had. I soon had my answer.
I returned to the Gaea. I began searching its computer for any references to the Adega system or the planet Ossus. There was something there I was greatly interested in. When my search turned up nothing, I turned, once again, to my allies on Alderaan.
I was surprised when Leia, and not Bail, answered my call.
“Your highness! I was not expecting to see you. No matter, I was hoping someone might be able to answer a question for me. I’m looking for the Adega system. The computer on my ship has no information regarding its location. Would the resources of Alderaan be able to provide that information to me?”
“I don’t know, let me check for you.” She said.
I waited a few moments, then I got my reply.
“I have good news, and bad news. The good news is that I have some coordinates for you. I’m transmitting them now. The bad news is that our records show it to be mostly devoid of life, and previously a war zone during the Clone Wars. The records also say that the planet was previously bathed in radioactive matter. We do not have a reason for it. I would not recommend going there. There doesn’t appear to be any practical reason for what your doing.”
I replied by saying, “Perhaps when I get back, I will be able to update your records, because there is something there. Don’t ask me how I know, because I just do. If we get to know each other better, that is something you’ll need to expect me to say for a long time. Thank you.”
I closed off the transmission.
My weapons already on board, I left Earth for the Adega system. It would prove to be a long trip, plenty of time to prepare what I would have to say when I arrived.
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#68129
Topic
Starkiller's Fan Fic. Story
Time
Chapter 19: Diplomatic charm, who needs it?

When we arrived on Imperial City, we landed at the Imperial Palace, and once again I was a guest in the massive building. There was a party of dignitaries waiting. They first apologized on behalf of the Emperor for not meeting us in person, and then explained when we would be speaking to the Senate. It was going to be within the next two days.
I was given a difference room in the palace, but that did not mean anything to me. The room was still far more luxurious than anything on Earth. My fellow terrans were given similar quarters. We arrived late during the night, Galactic Standard Time, but the planet was still on full tilt. There was activity everywhere.
I do not know what the other diplomats did with their time. I was told they had full military escort, so I wasn’t worried about them. I took the opportunity to explore the more seedy areas of the city. There were places in the lower levels of the planet that made Mos Eisley look like a church.
Before I knew it, the time had come. I was sitting in my room at the palace when one of the other diplomats from Earth knocked on my door and informed me that we would be taken to the Senate building in the next few hours. I prepared by getting into my best cloths and taking slow, calm breaths. I met with the other diplomats and we all left together.
We arrived at the Senate building shortly after what would have been lunchtime on Earth. We were shown to our box, and sat down. We were told that the Emperor would be introducing us. We sat for a while, listening to all that the other senators had to talk about. Problems here and there, complaints about Imperial taxation, and all the usual things you would expect.
Then it was our turn to speak. Our podium floated out and I began my speech.
“Representatives of the many worlds of the Galactic Senate. I come from the planet Earth, which was, until recently, unknown by the rest of the galaxy. An Imperial warship discovered us and over the past few months, have had the opportunity to experience intergalactic life. I’ve visited several worlds and seen many things. We are, by your standards, behind the rest of the galaxy and I am here on behalf of my world to ask for assistance. If I may, I have a small list of technologies in which we need the most help.
First, in my short time exploring the galaxy, I’ve seen materials that are most amazing. Transparisteel, durasteel, and similar building materials are unknown to us. We ask for information regarding the production of such materials so we might be able to build stronger and taller buildings.
Second regards the issue of transport. The people of my world, with some exceptions, are stuck on our world. We use internal combustion engines to move about on the ground, and depend on aerodynamics and rocket-style engines to rise into the atmosphere and low orbit. The introduction of repulsorlift drives, sublight engines, and hyperdrives would allow us to quickly join the rest of you among the stars.
Some other technologies that we would find useful that we would like to include are shield technology, so we can protect ourselves from technologically advanced unfriendly raiders, energy production technologies, so we can power our world without worry of damaging our environment or power outages. Information about how droids and computers are able to use advanced artificial intelligence would help immensely. Last, but not a priority, would be weapons technology. We have made our own attempts to create beam-style weapons, but they are costly, inefficient, and not made a size that make them effective for use by a single soldier. It would make defending ourselves much easier if we had the ability to face any potential enemies on their own terms.
Before I finish, I do want to add one thing, we do not wish to petition for membership into the Empire. We wish to remain independent. Perhaps sometime in the future, when we have caught up with the rest of you, we may join.
Thank you for your time. We hope you will make the right decision in helping us.”
I remained standing, for a moment, at the podium, waiting to see if anyone will have anything to say in response. Then I turned and sat down.
The rest of the Senate meeting was uneventful. It appeared that there would be no discussion concerning Earth. When it was over, the other diplomats and I returned to our rooms at the Imperial Palace. We slept and the next day left for home.
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#68128
Topic
Starkiller's Fan Fic. Story
Time
Chapter 18: Now what?

It was a few hours later. The Rebellion had gained approximately 250 new members. The battle on the ground still went on, but it was solidly in the hands of the Earth forces. Mostly the ground war was mopping up stormtroopers. The heavy military equipment had been destroyed. The undestroyed technology very quickly made its way into the hands of various militaries around the world.
Luck was on our side in one respect. The Imperial commanders had decided to put their forces down in remote areas of the globe. The Montana/Canadian border. The Argentinean Pampas. An area about 100 km from Tunguska Russia. For what reason, I do not know. Perhaps they wanted to be able to regroup on the ground before they made their move. This meant interaction with the public was minimal at best.
Rebel repair teams were busy getting the Star Destroyer back into working order. Moving the ship out of visual range of the Earth was of paramount importance. While they worked, Earth scientists and technicians watched to learn how to maintain the equipment. We were very careful to disable the ships transponder system, to make sure that the Empire had no way to learn about what happened. False reports were allowed to ‘slip’ out, saying that a Rebellion owned CC-7700 Frigate had pulled the Pinnacle out of hyperspace before arriving at Earth, and that the Imperial warship had been destroyed. A debris field was also created in the area to simulate the ships destruction.
I sat on board the Dreadnaught, now orbiting the moon (it would have been spotted orbiting Earth). A small victory party had been put together by the Dreadnaught’s command staff. Myself and several members of the Earth’s leaders had been invited to celebrate the wonderful events. I, however, felt somewhat less than satisfied. What would we do now? The Emperor would no doubt contact us about what happened, or send ships to investigate what had happened. It would most likely have to be me doing the smooth talking to get us out of the mess. What would I say?
I determined it would be best if I made the first move. If I went to the Emperor asking about the diplomatic team, it might take some pressure off me. I excused myself from the party, got on the Gaea, and left. I needed to go to Alderaan. I knew that they would have a holonet transceiver that I could use to contact the Emperor. The trip took a few days, but that was all right. I took the time to study a non-propaganda filled version of the galaxies history. There was not a lot of new information for me, but it was good to read anyways.
When I arrived at Alderaan, Viceroy Organa again greeted me, and I was treated similarly to my first visit. I asked about using a holonet transceiver, and was immediately granted access. I sent a quick message to Imperial City, informing members of the Emperor’s staff that I wished to speak with him directly. He was busy at that moment, so I was forced to wait several hours. During this time, I took a quick tour of the planet surface. Simply flying in did not do the planet justice. I was truly the garden spot of the galaxy. A shame it would be gone in the next few years.
When I returned, the Emperor was waiting.
I began, “My lord, I apologize for keeping you waiting. I was not told how long I would need to wait for you, and I wanted very much to view some more of Alderaan. I requested an audience with you to express some concern. I was hoping that your Imperial ambassadors would have arrived at my planet by now, but they have not.”
The Emperor seemed surprised, “Really. I had assurances that the ship had left, and they were to arrive a few days ago.”
“Well, I can tell you for sure that it did not. Lord, I must be honest. I visited several planets during my trip home. I learned of the various, small pockets of rebellion against you. Would it be possible for one of them to be responsible for preventing that ship from arriving?” I asked.
“No. I firmly believe that.”
I quickly asked another question. “Alright then. Will you be sending another group of diplomats to speak with us?”
“No, perhaps it would work best if you sent diplomats to us. I see less of a chance of anything happening to your people, since you are not well known.”
“That is fine. I will transport them myself. I will need some time for our world to pick adequate people for the job, and then we shall come. I will stop here on Alderaan and send you word when we are on our way.”
With that, the conversation was done. I said good-bye to Bail, and returned home. After a two-week process, four diplomats were chosen, in addition to myself, to represent Earth. We were given strict orders as to what we were to try to negotiate for, which would set us in a position to not continue to be considered “technologically behind the rest of the galaxy”. If our terms were rejected or met with high requirements, we were to essentially say, “Thanks, but not thanks” and leave. Then we would get help from the Rebellion and other outside parties.
We left for Alderaan. When we arrived, I contacted the Emperor, informing him that I was on my way. He informed me that I would have the opportunity to speak, not before him, not with his diplomats, but before the Galactic Senate. I only hoped my acrophobia would not give me any problems standing on the repulsorlift platform. We stayed on Alderaan for a few days of relaxation before leaving for Imperial City.
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#68127
Topic
Starkiller's Fan Fic. Story
Time
Chapter 17: Could there yet be a peaceful end?

Movement was slow. There were many corners to stop and check. It appeared that the Imperials had finally been alerted to our presence, because they mounted a decent defense. I lost about 50% of my force before arriving at the lift that could take a few of us all the way to the bridge. It was at this time I called back for reinforcements, and a status update.
“Team One has found the weapons lockers and had minimal difficulty capturing it. They said that it would then take about 25 minutes for them to pack all they can carry and return. Meanwhile, it’s been somewhat quiet in the launch bay, sir. We had a few Imperials come in, but they didn’t last very long. I will be sending 25 more people to your location.”
The plan was being executed perfectly. I could not have hoped for anything better.
By the time the new men arrived, I had an idea. Rather than storm the bridge, which would prove too difficult given the size of the lift, I donned the uniform of an unfortunate Imperial officer. He had been shot in the leg once by a .22 caliber bullet, then but a blaster bolt to the face. It wasn’t pretty. I took the Baretta M9 and stuck it in the back of my belt, at the same time covering the top with my shirt.
As I stepped into the lift, an Alliance soldier gave me a quick rundown on its operation. It was not quite like any elevator on Earth. All I was worried about was the floor with the bridge, and the floor I was currently on. Before I left, I made sure I tested my ‘face of pain’ out on the men. I was in deep trouble if I walked in, covered in blood, and had a smile on my face.
I began the long trip up. I tried to mentally refine the story I would tell the Captain or Admiral or whoever was in command. I could feel the lift car slow. The doors opened.
“OWWWWWWW.” I yelled as I limped out the doors. I attracted the attention of the bridge crew. As they were turned towards me, I quickly scanned their rank insignia. I quickly found the largest number of red and blue squares, and began limping that direction. It was a Captain, like Briera.
I attempted to compose myself and saluted, “Sir. We have large numbers of Rebels moving on our positions. And we have a situation that, well its beyond words. I think it would be best if you came to look for yourself.”
I began to wince in pain again, hoping my acting would help to convince him that the situation was bad enough to warrant is investigation.
“Are you alright? Perhaps we should get you to the infirmary…”
I interrupted, “Its not necessary. I was able to stop the bleeding. Some of these Rebels have very high- powered slugthrowers. They are like nothing I have seen anywhere.”
“If I go with you, will you report to the medics as soon as I’ve seen this situation?”
“Of course sir.”
He bought it.
We walked over to the lift. He stepped in first, and I stood next to him and I selected the level. As soon we started moving, I turned to face him. In one smooth motion, I removed the Imperial hat with one hand, and reached behind my and into my belt for my pistol. Before he knew it, he was sucking the business end of the gun.
I quickly checked his person for comlinks and hidden weapons. He was clean.
“I’m going to say this once. You have the barrel of a Baretta M9 semi-automatic pistol shoved in your mouth. You do one thing to provoke me, and I will have no reservations about blowing your gray matter all over the back of this lift. Do you understand this?”
He quickly shook his head up and down.
“Excellent. Now, I plan to clarify a few things for you. You have 600 Rebel and Earth troops on your ship. There are an additional 1400 reserve troops waiting on a ship currently hidden from your sensors, plus potentially millions on the planet below. Your outbound communications are ionized, and the majority of your ground troops are being obliterated on the planet below. That left you vulnerable on this ship. Now, one way or another, I will capture this ship. You, though, can help decide how that is done. If you’re smart, you will surrender. You and your men will be given a number of choices as to what happens to them. If your not so smart, you resist, and we can do this all the hard way, with our elimination of everyone on board this ship.”
We had already arrived at the correct level of the Star Destroyer, but I was on a roll. I didn’t want to stop and lose my train of thought. Once I finished, I walked him out of the lift and removed the gun. Leaving all but four of the men behind to guard the lift, I returned, with the Captain, to the launch bay. Once there, he was allowed to move a little more freely.
“So, what are your terms of surrender, so I may decide my action?” the Captain asked.
“Terms. The terms are that you surrender this ship. No one more is killed, unless they put up significant resistance. All those on this ship are given the option of joining the Rebellion if they wish to. It is done anonymously, so that the Empire cannot prosecute them or their families. The rest will be turned over to the Rebellion, and they shall decide what is do be done.”
I thought for a second.
“Well, perhaps there is another option. I would have to speak with the governments of Earth, but we have something on our planet called ‘protective custody’. You are given a productive job and home, but every aspect of your life is carefully monitored. Who you talk to, who you know, what you do, and more. You would not be able to contact anyone off world, and in every way, you would essentially be starting new. I do not know how many of your people could be allowed to do this, but I guess it is a potential option.”
The Imperial declined that choice, something about living out the rest of his life with mentally inferior people. That was his choice really. He didn’t appear to be too happy about the other choice either, but he didn’t have anything else left.
It was at this point that I left the launch bay with a few soldiers and returned to the elevator. I was still wearing the dead Imperial’s uniform, but this time I had no plans of faking out anyone. I had left my equipment with the troops at the elevator, and reclaimed most of it for this assault. Five of us were able to squeeze onto the lift and we headed up. When the lift doors reopened, we moved out quickly, trying to cover as many targets as possible.
I announced, “Your Captain has been taken as a prisoner, and has accepted our terms of a peaceful surrender. I want no more killing on this ship, unless you give us unnecessary amounts of resistance, so I’m going to give you the chance to turn yourselves over peacefully. Drop all weapons and communications devices on the floor, place your hands on the backs of your heads, and come with us to the launch bay.”
Success! Everyone almost immediately came forward. I had three men take the bridge crew down the elevator to be taken to the launch bay. While they were gone, I looked for the ships internal communications system. At this point, it was safe to say the ship was ours. I planned to announce to the ships crew that we were in control and that terms had been reached for Imperial surrender.