"Where are we?"
I keep my voice low. The minute I told her to take me to Caerii it was like I blinked and now here I am.
Only it's so very dark I see nothing.
I only hear the muffled screams,the crashing of glass. The air is thic(more)k and heavy,distorting sound,and I feel sick to my stomach.
Not I-drank-too-much sick,more like I-was-dropped-into-the-middle-of-a-real-life-horror-movie sick.
"Where are we," I repeat."What's going on?I can't see anything."
My hands feel around in an attempt to get my bearings. It's as if I'm moving in slow motion, at least that's what it feels like because I can't even see my hands in front of my face.
A fact made clear when I nearly poke my own eye out.
An evil chuckle floats by,full and throaty and I know my muse is up to something again.
"You never learn chica," her voice turns harsh. "I told you to pay attention didn't I?"
I'm not in the mood for her games right now.
"And I told you to take me to Caerii so-"
"Uh uh uh little girly." I can't see her but I could hear her finger-wag in the tone of her voice.
"I believe you said 'take me there' if I'm not mistaken and I'm never mistaken," she growls the last bit.
If I could see anything I think I'd be witnessing my own heart drop into my stomach right about now.
"What did you do?"
She makes me wait for an answer, laughing at me.
"I did what you asked chica, I put you there, right there with Caerii," she sniggers. "Now what happens next depends on her."
Her voice begins to fade.
"Oh don't worry,I'll be back,you just sit tight in that bottle chica."
"Oh,and don't go anywhere,"she giggles.
Then she's gone.(less)
Hoping that I would still have sway over you. Even just a fragment. Maybe you could meet me down here where slurried tides have carried me under no weight other than my own useless curiosity. Maybe you could meet me down here in the unknowable black crush of the(more) sea bed where I left you.(less)
"Cranos 3, you are clear to dock at 55 Tango...Welcome to Athena."
Jack set the auto pilot for dock 55T and sat back in the captain's chair. He gazed upon the sights of the bustling city laid out beneath him.
"It's good to be home(more) eh Z?"
"I'm sure it is sir."
Jack looked over at his assistant and companion droid. Digital eyes slid around the LCD strip and looked back at him.
"Sometimes I feel bad for you Z"
"Why is that sir?"
"Yes sir, never minding."
"I guess coming home to the city you were born after so many years does nothing for you."
"No sir. I was built, not born, in the year 4330, city of Athena, DroidTech plant 35, Model 601Z. Serial numb..."
"Damn, you are old."
"My battery has a maximum life of 10 to the 3rd and 479 years."
"So how much time do you have left?"
"Approximately 10 to the 3rd and 38 years."
"Guess you are going to long outlast me."
"Yes sir, according to the average human lifespan you have 36 years left to live. I will function 10 to the 3rd and 2 years longer."
"They really didn't teach you much about tact when the built you did they Z."
"I have been programmed to be able to communicate sufficiently with humans. Any miscommunication, slight, or insult is unintentional."
"Ha! Of course. Give me a ship status report."
"Cranos 3 fully operational, all systems OK. Auto pilot engaged. Docking in 12 minutes."
Jack put his hands behind his head, and sighed.
"One crew member, Captain Jack Torrance, OK. 122 crew members incapacitated."
"Heh incapacitated. That's good. I knew I'd find a way around your no violence programming."
Some locally-infamous idiot online posted something a few days ago about how this one 5 second moment in Return of the Jedi was some great philosophical statement about pacifism and how war is unnecessary. While I'm sure he, as usual, merely enjoys stirring the shit on the overheated crapstove of(more) interwebtrollville, I wish he could at least REASON with more skill. Hell, even Lucas and his drooling minions' power over plot is more deft.
His argument centers around Luke's moment where he refuses to fight. The emperor is there, his evil dad is there: pressure's on. And his friends in space are about to be slaughtered by the fully operational (yet paradoxically unfinished and not able to shield itself) space station. Menawhile his friends on the moon/planet are either imprisoned or getting their rebel-soldier asses handed to them by primitive teddybears (sticks and stones may break stormtrooper bones ...even despite plastic-armor-uniforms and scout-walkers).
And Luke's all "Nope, I won't fight".
Of course a minute later he tries to righteously murder the old hag pointblank. And then opens a giant jedi whoopass can straight on Darth Father including a "oh yeah, now, how do YOU like it?" hand-amputation.
Pacifist, my ass.
Keep in mind, Luke's single-handedly (hurr hurr) responsible for the death of tens of thousands. The guy is a soldier, a general, who blew up the fully-staffed death star and smiled about it while his buddy "YeeHaw"ed. Someone somewhere had to tell their kids "Sorry kids, you'll never get to see grandpa Tarkin ever again."
He led hundreds to their death at Hoth (and abandoned his co-pilot Dax to be squished by ATATs).
(Besides, if 5-second moments are so radical, please see the ESB's Leia-Luke Makeout Session). Ew.
That whole "I choose not to fight" BS was a ruse. Clearly.