Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Clone Wars: Rewind

OK, I just wanted to point out this one little detail from "Citadel" that no one else probably noticed.

See that symobol on the tactical droid's chest plate, it bares a simailar resemblence to that classic Star Wars ship, good ol' Miliennum Falcon.

If you saw it before you read this post please comment. Thanks. And may the Force be with you!!!

-Joshua Yoder-

Monday, February 21, 2011

Double Take

Recentely I watched the "Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring" movie and I noticed somethings that mirrored Star Wars. The following below are some of the things that particarly stuck out to me . . . enjoy =)

First of all we have Frodo's sword that glows blue when Orcs are near, pretty cool!!

And when it glows blue it looks like Luke's first lightsaber from ANH

Does this face look familar to you? It should it's none other then Christopher Lee


Aka Count Dooku

And speaking of wizards, Gandalf here reminds me of one of my favorite Jedi in the Clone Wars

Ok . . . Minus the breath mask and goggles and overall alien apprence Plo Koon is very wise like his LOTR counterpart.

Remember this thing? It killed Gandalf, it also has a twin in the Clone Wars

Ahh, General Grievous's pet that Kit Fisto killed in "Liar of Grievous" back in Season One. See the resemblence?

And while we're talking about monsters remember the rancor from ROTJ?

And once again we see striking simailarites!!!!!!

                                  And here's a comparison shot made by my friend at Gleemo Blog.

Thanks for letting me share what I've found. May the Force be with you!!

-Joshua Yoder-

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Dark confrontation

The dark figure cautiously moved thought through the deserted part of the Galactic City, tall abandon droid factories surrounded him on all sides. His footsteps echoed in the eerie quite. The black robes made him one with the shadows. He moved like a large cat, stalking his prey, he knew the scent. Black hectic tattoos adorned his blood red face, which was crowned with protruding horns. His eyes searching for what his spirit could not sense. Eyes like flowing magma. The image of evil. A hand fell to the large lightsaber at his side, he would use it today.
 His face a blank mask. His body almost on instinct alone fell to the ground, nothing moved. Darth Maul rose and continued his hunt. His master, he knew were to find him; for he had stalked him like an animal since the hooded figure left the Senate Building. Once he accomplished this task the darkside would be his greatest allie; and no one, no Jedi could touch him. The one thing running though his mind: Kill Sidious, kill Sideous. 
The robed and hooded figure stood in his secret lair beneath the abandon industrial district known by most as The Works. He knew what to expect. His eyes closed as he focused all his dark energy. He could sense the ripples in the Force as his apprentice drew closer, closer to death. Maul found the cleverly concealed secret entrance; a massive sealed airlock; hidden in plain sight. His lightsaber sprouted a blood red length that out shone all glowrods; it cast terrible shadows on his horrible face, and caused his eyes to almost shine. The extent was driven into the airlock. 

Molten metal bordered the blade as it sparks flew, a flawless circle emerged. Maul raised his fingers; the unseen Force sent the wide circle of useless metal flying like a cannonball into the far wall were its echo rumbled down the hall, a clanging metallic noise equal to an explosion. Sideous heard Maul’s brash entrance and remained planted, a small lightsaber hidden under his cloak ready for use. Maul looked into the newly formed entrance that leads into dead darkness. He entered, more then ready. His saber glowed and sang as he marched with unstoppable determination, fallowing the ripples in the Force. A deadly red glowing grew ever closer accompanied by a lightsaber’s song. He was ready. Maul saw the hooded figure standing there in the shadows like a statue with his back to him. He stood in the corridor with unwavering attention. “You’ve come; my apprentice.” Sideous said in his sinister tone. His fingers wrapped around the cold metal of a lightsaber. Maul said nothing; his eyes could have melted any man. They peered into Sideous like x-rays. The opposite end of his lightsaber sprouted yet another radiant length; it twirled in his deadly fingers singing an iridescent tune. Sidious’s own red length sang into existence as he faced his apprentice. A twisted battle cry broke his lips as his blade descended singing a mournful tune. The Zabrak parried with a deadly twirl of his dual blades; both sang the same tune. Maul had the advantage; his twin blades kept his opponent at a safe distance. Their blades clashed, seeming a chaotic mass of determination on either side. But the beauty lay in the invisible Force. The fight progressed! Nether submitted to the other. Suddenly! Sideous’s blade descended and the twin bladed lightsaber became two separate ones. In the blink on an eye Sideous had his apprentice by the gullet with his feet suspended above the ground. For a moment the Sith apprentice appeared powerless, weak, and helpless. “You are no longer of any use to me.” Sideous said so coolly that Maul felt his blood run cold. Sideous’s lightsaber was still humming its tune. The radiant length ran through the Zabrak’s heart and emerged out the backside almost to the hilt then was deactivated. The dead weight was dropped uselessly to the floor. The hooded figure looked to the body. He’d foreseen this through the Force. Now he would have to find a new apprentice so that the Sith Order may live on through the Rule of Two. He would find another one, even more powerful then this one at his feet… THE END

  -Joshua Yoder-

Friday, February 18, 2011

Sons of Tattooine

Rain. It was something the sun baked rock called Tattooine saw little if any of. On this night it fell from the heavens in buckets on the sandy ground that so desperately needed it. A young boy emerged from his dome shaped adobe homestead and gazed out at the vast empty plain of featureless sand. A flash of lightning broke the sky overhead. He began to walk into the vast desert that he had come to call home. The cries of the deadly Tusken Raiders rose from the sand from everywhere and nowhere at once. The rain poured down and soaked his sandy hair and clothes; this was the first rainstorm he'd experienced and it would probably be his last too. The boy walked further and further, mystified by the Tusken's animal like calls.

Suddenly there came an animal cry only a few meters away from him. He turned three hundred and sixty degrees before he realized that he was lost. Suddenly frightened he ran; he had no idea which way home was but he still ran.

Three Tusken Raiders rose from the ground like the essence of the sand and surrounded the helpless boy. All carried deadly gaffi sticks. In the pouring rain the Sand People resemble horrible undead mummies with their wrapped faces and hands. The boy fell backwards at the sight of them and landed in a fresh puddle of mud that soaked his desert tunic. Lightning broke the sky behind the Tuskens further adding to their sinister look. More surrounded him; they seemed to have come from nowhere, but yet somewhere. One of the Tuskens raised his gaffi stick above his head and prepared to split the boy's head. The young man seeing it was the end shut his eyes tight.

The otherworlders had plagued the Tuskens for to long now, they would exterminate the last of them. This boy's death would be a message to any others who dared tread on Tusken land again. The Tusken warrior smiled from beneath his wrappings as he looked upon the boy set to die.

There came the sound of a lightsaber igniting fallowed by Tusken grunts, not the signaling type, but the type given by a dying animal. The boy opened his eyes to see what he took for a Jedi Knight. He was young, maybe in his early twenties. His blue bladed lightsaber sliced through the raiders with unrivaled ease. An enraged Tusken rushed in behind the boy, determined on finishing the job. The stick was raised in hostility. Before he could make another move the Jedi's blade had pierced his heart and he fell lifeless before the boy. In total seven Tuskens now laid dead around the boy. He stood up and met the Jedi's reckless eyes.

Biggs Darklighter had only heard stories of the Jedi whom isolated themselves from the galaxy in their Temple on the bustling city world of Coruscant. This one was different from the others. In that he wore a black synth-leather jerkin instead of the usual coarse Jedi robes. Lightning broke the sky behind the Jedi.

Anakin looked into the eyes of the boy whom he'd just saved from the raiders. He saw himself there still a slave on the harsh world. That life was behind him know. He was a Jedi know. The lightsaber was deactivated. Anakin turned and walked away, his work here was done. When he was several meters away he heard the boy call out, "W-wait. W-who are you?" He didn't answer, he didn't need to and kept walking.

                                                                     -Joshua Yoder-