All the survivors that Sem could find had been evacuated. He couldn't find any trace of the captain he had contacted in space, but maybe, just maybe, he ws still alive. All of a sudden, he heard a noise behind him. When he turned around,, he saw a huge furry beast, holding a bow and arrow. Sem's blood started flowing fast. He drew his machine gun. "Don't come any closer! Or, or I shoot!" The creature cocked it's head to the side inquisitively.
"The beauty and genius of a work of film
may be reconceived, though its first material expression be destroyed; a vanished fiction
may yet again inspire the screenplay-writer
; but when the last individual of a race of living directors, of artists,
breathes no more, another heaven and another earth must pass before such a one can be again." -William Beebe, modified in memorial of the twentieth century
Su'cuy, vod, kar'laylirdarasuum me'suum!
Star Wars: The Plastic Director's Cut!