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From: corleyj@lpl.arizona.edu (Jason Corley)
Newsgroups: rec.games.frp.archives
Subject: Tales From The Rebellion Part 21
Followup-To: rec.games.frp.misc
Date: 1 Sep 1995 16:26:19 -0400
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First of all, I'm back from summer break and am trying
desperately to learn a new newsreader and text editor.
Apologies are in order for any mess-ups down below.
Second of all, thanks to everyone who wrote and asked
"What happens next?" As you'll see, quite a lot happens
next...
Tales From The Rebellion Part Twenty-One
========================================
[GAME STUFF: Chip Stevens (played in the movie by Greg Proops
and in real life by yours truly) is an Engineer template who
has gained rudimentary Force skills. Larson Margath (played in
the movie by Tony Slattery and in real life by Ryan Franklin) is
a custom template, the Smooth Covert Agent. The GM is John Brownlee,
and the director is George Lucas. Special effects by Industrial
Light and Magic. Music by John Williams.]
[In our last episode, CHIP and LARSON had to land the ship when their
hyperspace drove got busted for the very spurious fact that it had
been shot by a TIE Interceptor. They landed, and CHIP began repairs.
He had just given up on cutting through a particularly tough piece of
the hull with a fusion cutter and gone to the lightsabre when they were
captured by a group of humanoids wielding primitive slugthrower rifles...]
-------
LARSON: Why isn't anyone ever glad to see us?
CHIP: Must be your magnetic personality.
LARSON: Har, har, har.
[A HUMANOID jabbers something unintelligible and points his gun at CHIP'S
lightsaber, still in his hand, then at the ground.]
LARSON: Looks like you're a winner, too.
CHIP (sighing): All right...but be careful with it...
[CHIP slowly kneels, sort of off-balance and awkwardly. He puts the
lightsaber carefully down, then stands back up, hands still raised. A
HUMANOID picks it up and fiddles with it. Another HUMANOID looks at it
carefully. The second jabbers to the first, excitedly. The first shakes
his head and says something curt back to him. The second is insistent!
The first ignores him and continues fiddling.]
CHIP: I wouldn't...ah...
LARSON: Should we duck?
CHIP: I don't think that will help.
[Sure enough, the HUMANOID twists the activator knob on the lightsaber,
and with a fwwsssh that seems loud in the silence of the air, the
lightsaber swishes to life. With a short cry, the HUMANOID drops it.]
[CUT TO: The lightsaber, humming, still on, lying on the packed earth of
the landing field.]
[CUT TO: Medium shot. The HUMANOIDS fall back, lowering their rifles,
staring at the lightsaber. Slowly one of them approaches, wearing
slightly more clothes and paint than the rest (the HUMANOID HUNTSMAN)]
[CLOSE-UP: HUMANOID HUNTSMAN. He gestures with his hand from CHIP to the
lightsaber, averting his eyes from both of them.]
CHIP: Thank you...
LARSON: Oh, this is bad.
CHIP: When they find out...
LARSON: We'll be in trouble.
CHIP: We're already in trouble.
LARSON: Good point.
[CHIP and LARSON lower their hands and CHIP walks over to the lightsaber,
picks it up, turns it off, and puts it on his belt.]
[HUMANOID HUNTSMAN gestures to CHIP and LARSON and beckons to them, as he
and the other HUMANOIDs begin to proceed away from the ship into the
chest-high grasslands.]
CHIP: I don't think we can decline.
LARSON: That was my guess, too. I've got a
bad feeling about this...
[WIPE CUT to CHIP, LARSON and HUMANOIDS walking through the grasslands.
CHIP and LARSON are carrying their duffel bags. The ship is barely
visible in the distance, a silver sliver in the impending dawn.]
[The lead HUMANOIDs stop, and prod into the grass with their spears. With
a horrible screeching cry, an eight-foot tall beast, all bones and light
grey skin, apparently, rears up. It looks like a starved velociraptor
from "Jurassic Park", although we can't see it's face, because of the
massive iron faceguard that covers it. A curving, but still recognizable
saddle rests on it's back.]
CHIP: Oh, my....
LARSON: They _ride_ those things?
[Several more of the beasts rouse themselves, and the HUMANOIDS smoothly
mount them. The last one to rise is a different kind of animal, a
docile-looking six-legged furred mammal of some kind, with harnesses on
it's back, some of which are filled with bundles of cloth. The HUMANOID
HUNTSMAN gestures from LARSON and CHIP to the pack mammal, almost
apologetically.]
CHIP: No, no, this is fine.
LARSON: Perfect.
CHIP: Great, this is great.
LARSON: Terrific.
CHIP: No problem.
LARSON: Oh, yeah.
[CHIP and LARSON board the beast with obvious relief, holding onto the
harnesses in front on them.]
[CLOSE-UP on LARSON, looking at the powerful legs of the mammal.]
LARSON: Pretty tough-looking fella. Wonder
how fast he...yaaaah!
CHIP (also screams): Yaaah!
[The beast goes from a standstill to a gallop instantly, as the HUNTSMEN
goad their mounts onwards, too. They seem to be heading for the
mountains.]
[LONG SHOT: The group zooming through the grass.]
CHIP: Who's.(oof!)..idea.(ugh!)...was.(agh!)...this.(ugh!)
...anyway?
LARSON: It's.(etc.)..your...damn....light...saber...
CHIP: Well.................nice...night...for...it...
LARSON: At...least....we...aren't...in....that...stupid...ship...
CHIP: How...did...I...know...we...would...get...back...to.
...this?
LARSON: I'm...trying...to...look...on....the...bright...side
...here.
[FADE TO: The edge of the mountains. They jut up suddenly from the
grassland, literally towering over the surrounding flatlands. The group
zooms up the mountainside, towards what looks like a settlement of some
kind, triangular wooden buildings surrounded by a large stone wall.]
[CUT TO: The HUMANOIDS and CHIP and LARSON arriving outside the walls.
The HUMANOID HUNTSMAN shouts something at someone atop the wall. A large
iron gate swings open, and the group rides through.]
[FADE TO: The inside of the village. There is much excitement over LARSON
and CHIP. Small HUMANOIDS run out, looking at them curiously. Some are
held back by their "parents" (in groups of three.) The HUMANOIDs ride with
LARSON and CHIP up to the largest building, where the HUMANOID LEADER and
the HUMANOID SHAMAN stand, both looking down at them.} {The HUMANOID
LEADER barks something at the HUMANOID HUNTSMAN, who speaks briefly and
points at the lightsaber. The HUMANOID SHAMAN steps forward as LARSON and
CHIP dismount.]
SHAMAN: Speak a little of your language, yes?
CHIP: Yes, hello!
LARSON: How do you know our language?
SHAMAN: Lord Seth to honored us with attention and did prophecied
your door.
CHIP: Our...uh...he said we would come here?
SHAMAN (as if reciting): Yes. You come to lead us to victory over
the hated Flatlanders.
LARSON: Flatlanders?
SHAMAN: Yes. Tired are us: sleep to do, and a feast?
CHIP: Yeah...sleep.
[The HUMANOID LEADER nods solemnly to the SHAMAN, LARSON and CHIP as they
enter the largest building.]
[CLOSEUP on CHIP, LARSON and SHAMAN as they walk through the hallway
inside the building (the walls slope up like an A-frame). Inside, the
hallways are lit by a mixture of torches in sconces and futuristic-looking
light fixtures.]
SHAMAN: Sleep you in the Lord's chambers.
CHIP: I've been awake for eighteen hours straight, I could use a little
sleep.
LARSON: I'd be doing fine if someone hadn't woken me up.
CHIP: Some days it just doesn't pay to get out of the Z-95, I guess.
LARSON: Any excuse to get out of that thing is fine by me.
SHAMAN: Are you here.
[The room is small and simple. Two grass mattresses rest on stone shelves.]
CHIP: Thanks. I'm exhausted.
SHAMAN: To be sleeping without error.
LARSON: Right. G'night.
[Exit SHAMAN.]
LARSON: I'll take the first watch.
CHIP: All right. G'night.
[FX: Slight sounds of heavy breathing...like VADER was near...]
------------
In Our Next Episode: That sound is explained! Larson says more quotable
stuff! We find out what diplomats really are! More Imperial laws are
broken!
--
****************************************************************************
"People demand freedom of speech to make up for the freedom of thought
which they avoid." -------- Kierkegaard
Jason D. "corleyj@gas.uug.arizona.edu" Corley was seen fleeing the scene.