Better slap a copyright symbol on some of these posts, rummor has it that none other than Mr George Lucas has been hanging around lately reading some of these posts pissing himself laughing. Or so his wife told me . . . there shoting Starwars 3 just up over younder! You may think I'm kidding don't you . . .

Run and hide he better if III is as "wonderful" as I and II.....................................................................................................................

Hey, I liked II. It was infinitely better than Ep I. :notsure:

Go back and watch the original IV, V, and VI. There's plenty of bad acting and quirky cinematography. If you strive for an objective evaluation, you’ll wonder how we all fell in love. We were kids! (most of us... heh heh) Star Wars has space battles, sword fights, and an adventurous gang fighting evil. What’s not to love from a child’s viewpoint? So... why don’t we like I and II? We’re adults now. Bad acting doesn’t cut it anymore. What’s worse is George’s emphasis on kid appeal. Time will tell if he got it right. Will we see episode I, II, and III cults ten years from now? I hope so, but my money is on George getting it wrong. (the bum!)

Hello fellow Knights and honorable Council Members. I just wanted to say hi to everyone.
I joined a while ago and I have been quiet untill now but better late than never as they say. (Well in my own language anyway...)

By the way... Thanks for Jedi Master Yoda and Obi-Wan Kenobi for the cool picture of me!

~SDC~

What's your native language, Wedge?

By the way, welcome to the Metaverse!

Well, finnish. I'm from Finland. And thanks.

~SDC~

Sort of enjoyed the last one, until we all lost track of who we were. An identity crisis at 1:00 AM or so on a work night is too confusing.



He's given us enough laughs and enjoyment over the years, it's nice to return the favor a bit if true. But, oooh, I hope we don't get sued.





Kit, I don't mean to turn this into a critical review thread, but you may keep your "We" to yourself this time! You better watch it too, Master Yoda, or I'll swipe your cane!

OK, I'll give you Ep. I and its "kiddie" writing, especially around the pod race. But I liked Ep. II the first time and like it even more now that I've seen it a few times. It's head and shoulders above watching Ewoks run around a forest for an hour. The idea of good slowly corrupting into evil is a very compelling one. Seeing it happen on a large scale with the Republic, echoed by a personal one with my young apprentice, makes for an interesting film. I also think Lucas did a great job of taking situations that we saw in IV, V and VI and "twisting" them into something much darker (the Tatooine homestead sunset, etc. - even though he SHOULD HAVE had Anakin in the "Luke the Thinker" pose looking at the twin suns - maybe something for the next DVD release...)

Anyway, 'nuff said. Welcome to the Republic, Wedge83!
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We still don't like I and II. LOL We think Obi Wan needs to accept us for who we are. We are KitWarrior! - Space Pirate with a Frosty Brain Freeze!

Meanwhile, in the Jedi Republic "Danger Room"...

Obi-Wan and KitWarrior glared menacingly at each other from opposite sides of the ring. The muted hum of Obi-Wan's blue lightsaber and the high-pitched whine of the electrified monofilament on Kit's double-bladed cutlass were the only sounds in the room for the moment. The Jedi trainees stared, only now realizing that this practice sparring match had all the signals of turning into a "fer real" duel. The Dark Side was strong here.

Dooku, wearing a black-and-white pinstriped cloak, walked slowly to the center of the ring and pulled down the microphone. "All right, gentlemen. Marquess of Queensbury rules. There are enforcer droids here to enforce them.

"Does anyone wish to offer an apology and settle this without battle?"

Kit spat out the black rubber mouthpiece. "I meant what I said. Episodes I and II are a blight on my happy childhood memories. I am not a child anymore and demand adult writing in my entertainment. Like 'Private Ryan.' Or 'Gandhi.'"

Obi-Wan snarled back, "APOLOGIZE? Lucas is the Master. One day, we will all look back and marvel at his genius. The sheer depth and poetry of Jar-Jar's dialogue. The timeless rhapsody of Artoo's beeping. Apologize? HAH!"

EBZ, idly working on a JD and Coke in the visitors' section, offered a bored commentary to Amidala. Wearing a skintight "I Like Evil Men" T-shirt, she was sitting in his lap, obviously enthralled. "Well, Kit's already making mistakes. What's with this whole organized fight setup? I mean, he claims to be 'evil.' Hit him while he isn't looking - THAT'S evil. A fair fight is almost Altarian..."

Yoda, dressed in a jogging suit and headband, was pacing in Obi-Wan's corner. "A wrecking machine, this one is! Yes! Be mindful of his Maso submissions! What know you of 'ready?'"

Meanwhile, Gerakken's presence next to Kit was revealed by a slight thickening of the air. "You've got him riled, which is an advantage. Use it. He's at his best in a fight when he has plenty of time to think and plan, to work out a strategy and map out fall-back plans. He'll try to take it to the distance, not go for a fast kill. Force him to react, not think. The red-and-black face paint was a good idea - it should make him even angrier..."

To be continued. Maybe.
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Ok, give you "II" I will, I enjoyed that one...

But, no excuse does "I" have... purely pathetic it was, after all the years he had to perfect the storyline.

LOL LOL LOL LOL

Wheres my Treadmil?

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Obi! How can I get any work done here! LOL

...and you think your “To be continued. Maybe.” is going to save your hide. Ok, mister Jedi. You’ve got this player in the ring. As a good friend of mine never said, “Don’t be a player hater. Hate the game, not the player.” ...which means nothing. So I’m going to give you your Sith lesson... right between your hairy cheeks (top and bottom sides) with FORCE!

Prequel to the Danger Room

Dirty Deeds

“Ever notice how common it is for us Evil folk to have a name that begins with ‘K’?”

The pirate ignored the petty question. He continued to shuffle through the holodisks in the box, tossing all of the Wookie titles over to the two Sith.

“That’s 200.” Gesturing to a large metal crate, the marauder kept the transaction moving. “Open it up so I can see the... thingie.”

The Sith tossed the last disks over to their droids and walked over to their end of the bargain.

“These are the components to one of Count Dooku’s Jedi containment fields.” Thrusting two counter levers apart, the other Sith opened the crate. “Assembly, operation, and maintenance are on this disk.” It was tossed over to the pirate, who tucked it into a leather pouch.

“Pleasure not doing business with y’all.” Three droids came over from the pirate’s corvette to load the device.

“Truly,” a Sith responded as they headed back to their vessel.

Child’s Play

Another hop, another swap. This time it was the pirate with a large metal crate.

“I only see one, two, four, five, and six!” The raider spread the disks in his hand like playing cards. “Where’s the third training disk?!?!”

“It hasn’t been completed yet.” responded the young Padawan. His eyes darted from one side to the other. The Evil that surrounded him made him nervous, but the Evil inside him would cause him to lose his composure.

“Not completed?!?! What kind of morons skip... forget it.” The pirate slipped the five training disks into the same leather pouch as before. “This will cost you. Twoforty, take a dozen cases out and load ‘em into our ship.”

“But those are ALL of our primary training disks! I’ve fulfilled my end of the deal!” The Padawan slid his hand towards his lightsaber, but thought better than to draw his weapon. A pair of deathray zorchers on the marauder’s corvette had lined up for a shot at him.

“Would you rather call the deal off?” the pirate asked with a sly voice. He reached back to grab a bottle off of one of his droids. During a long draw from the brew, with droplets testifying to the crisp cold temperature of the amber liquid, the Evil one made his gulping very audible. The bottle emptied, “AAAHHHhhh...” he tossed it back to the droid. The young one, watching intently, was not aware that he was licking his own dry lips.

“No! No.” The Padawan struggled to keep his emotions under control. “I still have... two dozen cases. That’ll be enough.”

An satisfied smirk emerged on the scoundrel’s face. It was time to observe some of the Jedi Republic’s visual aids.

to be continued... up to the Danger Room

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Intermission

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I stumbled upon this really old thang from CariElf. Laugh it up fuz ball! LOL

That has never been proven. There were a few who made that accusation. They're dead now. (All accidental deaths, everyone knows that I was in a notorious Corsucant strip club that the time. Ask anyone.)

Gerakken was indeed hidden in the danger room. He had this thought that maybe the Jedi would talk about where the suspicious beer shipments from ANZAC went when the Jedi thought they were alone in a safe place. But Kit and Obi would end up getting in a tiff over another shady deal and decide to resolve their contractual differences here. So much for the stake-out.

After quickly measuring up both opponents, Gerakken gave Obi Wan some useful advice. Then the nearly undetectable Spymaster slid around the training circle to help Kit out.

"Kit, Gerakken here. How many times do I have to tell you not to get in a fight like this while you're too sober or too drunk? The right amount of intoxication is critical to any task! Oh well, too late now. Here's how you take him: these Jedi believe heavily in being able to predict their opponents and even the future using the Force. You have got to be extreme. The Force hates extremes, for it seeks balance. Either sit back and take everything he can throw at you without fighting back until he is too tired and slips up, or be a wild man and attack like a suicidal lunatic from the start. Good luck, young one. I am off to start making book with the crowd."

And people wonder whe she's got a fan-club

Damn, checking this thread just reminded me I've got to do something with my Seth Lewd story...

A few updates to the website, including a new (suitably mysterious) photo for KEmperor, general scoring and rank updates, and a link to Yoda's GalCiv logon. Check 'em out.

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...back at the Danger Room...

Yoda was practicing throwing in the towel as he finished his pep talk with Obi-Wan. "Master Dooku is missing one of his restraint fields, he is. Expect dark trickery, you must!"

Obi-Wan glanced up from where he was polishing his saber's reflector plate. As much as he was riled up at the moment, at least he'd remembered to turn it off first. "A restraint field?!? If Kit has it set up here, how am I supposed to fight once he turns it on if I can't even MOVE?"

"Trust in the Force, you must!"

"What, so I'm supposed to close my eyes and pretend he ISN'T hacking away at me?!?"

On the other side of the ring, Obi-Wan could see Kit. Still wearing the infuriating red-and-black face paint, he was now slowly and deliberately pacing back and forth while staring unblinkingly at the Jedi, as if he were a particularly appetizing slice of roast Drengin with asparagus and walnut sprinkles.

Dooku stepped back up to the mike. "Gentlemen, if everything is settled...LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLLLLLLE!!!!"

The two combatants leapt at each other, aided more by fury and impatience than by the Force. Dooku barely managed to dive out of the way. In the midst of his first swing against Obi-Wan, Kit briefly lost momentum by reflexively going for a scalping against the scrambling referee. Dooku saved his fine head of hair by shoving the blade aside with the Force, and Obi-Wan pressed the advantage, moving his adversary a few steps backwards.

Amidala stretched lazily in EBZ's lap, now paying more attention to what was happening in the arena. "I always LOVE how...ANGRY Obi-Wan gets when he's fighting somebody in face paint...oooh..."

Kit could hear Gerakken whispering in his ear, although of course he didn't see him. "Good - let him wear himself out! I'm getting great odds as long as he looks good for awhile!"

While Kit could appreciate a cash influx as well as anyone (and as a bachelor and a pirate to boot, better than most), he wasn't used to being on the defensive. Besides, that saber blade was HOT, and he was starting to sweat under the face paint. He decided to goad the Jedi into a particularly reckless attack to gain an opening.

"Midi-Chlorians! Midi-Chlorians! Can I get a blood transfusion, please? I wanna use the Force, too! Midi-Chlorians!"

With a snarl, Obi-Wan leapt forward...

...Kit thumbed the activation switch...

...Gerakken got out of the way, although he was the only one that knew it...

And Obi-Wan froze abruptly in mid-air, sparkling bands around his ankles and wrists. He could turn his head, but that was about it. He was still holding his saber, but couldn't move it. He was also eighteen feet above the ring.

"Well THIS sucks," commented Kit to no one in particular, although he was glaring at Anakin. The young Padawan failed to notice, as he was himself glaring at EBZ off in the visitors' section.

"Well THIS sucks," commented Obi-Wan to the ground.

A bell sounded. Dooku walked back to the microphone. "We will apparently need a slight intermission before Round 2. Will someone please get a tall ladder?"

Citizen Wedge83 sia eorgega ucasla . . . shhhh

Ehrm, Yes well . . . I hear it gets pretty cold in Finland, what with all the snow and ice and other cold things, offcourse. Then again . . . if you were in Australia you'd be nice and warm, wouldn't you? Say in a place like, oh I don't know um, "Sydney" just as an example.

I'm in Sydney, and what a beautiful day it is today... so many unsuspecting surfers

Yes perfect weather for shoting a film indoors

Ah, surfers in winter... what a great city Sydney is. Let's all recite the Monty Python Australian anthem.

"Oztralya, Oztralya, Oztralya, we luv ya, Amen!"