"All the turrets are gone!" Darranak complained, "And I have yellow blood all over my suit! Some mission." He slammed into a wall as the ship lurched, and he ended up crawling. *sigh* sometimes walking was just overrated. He scrambled to his cruiser, ready to jettison if teh sheild failed, not that was going to take on these Sith in space if he could avoid it. He was a crack assasin, not some ** *** ******* ***** pilot!
"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!