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This thread is open to COMPLETELY rewriting the PT as if nothing in them EVER HAPPENED. The same goes for ROTJ. Presume that only ANH and TESB exist, and pitch out ideas for what you wanted to see in the prequels, and how ROTJ could have been a much batter movie with those changes in place.

It is, but it looks exactly the same. It should have an evolution as well, going from pristine to well worn.

Hi everyone. I am part of a local (Richmond VA) forum called River City Fanboys, and this topic came up for discussion recently. I found it really interesting, and wanted to know what everyone here thinks about this. Another point that came up was, what if ANH and TESB existed and NOTHING else in the SW universe. How could the prequels be re-written, and how could there have been a better ROTJ and a third set of 3 films to wrap up the saga. Here is the initial post from the RCF forums: "Ok, we need a good discussion topic. This place has been kind of dead due to the summer. It's starting to cool down and hopefully more people will chime in. This isn't a new topic by any means, but I thought I'd start one here. Here's what I am looking for... If we were to rewrite the prequels I want to know BASED ON THE ORIGINAL TRILOGY what story elements should be in the prequels. State the canon source and what should be added. Examples/my ideas: Obi-Wan says to Luke, "When I first met your father, he was the best star pilot in the galaxy" --With that being said, Obi-Wan should have met Anakin when he was older. Anakin would have been a "star pilot" not a pod racer. Obi-Wan discusses the Clone Wars, but never mentions anything at all about Droids or Order 66. --Take out the Droids, but I am not sure who the clones would be fighting. Order 66 never happened. Obi-Wan senses Alderaan being destroyed. --Maybe have Obi-wan visit Alderaan and actually have a connection there instead of Naboo. Luke discusses how Han's ship is a hunk of junk. --Have a cameo of the Millennium Falcon, but in supreme condition." Let me hear what you have to say.

Thanks guys. I promise the instant I have ANY pics (not all or even most) I will post anything I have immediately. It shouldn't be too long now.

Really nice work!

This has been in the works for some time now. The molds are completely new from the ground up. There will not be a site. It will be available by email only - tupperwaretk@yahoo.com

Hopefully. Initially there will be some "getting up to speed" time, but I am wanting to have PARTS be a part of the deal.

OKAY. Here we go! Most, if not all, of you reading this have come to know me as the FX guy. Now get ready for something new from . . . Armor Master - "AM". Every piece has been newly sculpted. More accurate molds deliver cleaner, sharper, crisper pulls for a kit that now offers more features than ever before. All this is achieved while still delivering the same attention to detail, speed of delivery and level of service you’ve come to know and expect. As always, ALL pieces are vac-formed from high gloss .090 ABS plastic, then trimmed and sanded, wrapped and packed for shipping. Here are the descriptions of the new pieces. Photos will come as soon as I have them. Parts are being made as we speak. Chest Plate- Completely new! The breast plate now features enhanced details, and is much more authentic but also formed much deeper to allow for side gap trimming to fit larger troopers and smaller troopers alike perfectly. All lines on this piece have been sharpened, and side-breast details have been added and enhanced. Upper Back Plate- Completely new! On this piece, the gear cog portion has been enhanced, as has the surrounding box, with much sharper definition and details. It is pulled extra deep to allow for trimming and closure of side gap to fit larger troopers and smaller troopers perfectly! http://propaholics.wolfchasers.com/uploade...20-%2030pct.jpg http://propaholics.wolfchasers.com/uploade...20-%2030pct.jpg http://propaholics.wolfchasers.com/uploade...20-%2030pct.jpg http://propaholics.wolfchasers.com/uploade...20-%2030pct.jpg Abdomen Plate- Completely new! All lines and details of the Abdomen plate have been enhanced and made crisper with extremely sharp details. It has been made extremely deep to allow for side trimming and the closing of side gaps for larger troopers and smaller troopers perfectly! It and the cod piece are still one piece, and can easily be cut if you so choose. It also now has a very cool feature: REMOVABLE - CHANGEABLE center box details to easily convert from TK Stormtrooper to TD Sandtrooper with both plates included in the kit! Custom-machined ab plate buttons are now also included. They are exactly 7/16 of an inch across the face. These buttons are designed to be VERY authentic, meet 501st Legion standards, and are unpainted to allow troopers to choose their own color scheme. Paint Scheme: ANH/TESB: 3 Blue and 6 Grey. ROTJ: 3 Dark Blue and 6 Black. In TESTORS colors: Gray: #1138, Blue: The closest match to the blue found, in Testors brand, was the #1110 Blue. Or, 1772 Model Master - Blue Angel Blue FS15050. In HUMBROL colors: Gray: #5 Dark Admiral Gray. Blue: #15 Midnight Blue) http://propaholics.wolfchasers.com/uploade...20-%2030pct.jpg http://propaholics.wolfchasers.com/uploade...20-%2030pct.jpg http://propaholics.wolfchasers.com/uploade...20-%2030pct.jpg http://propaholics.wolfchasers.com/uploade...20-%2030pct.jpg http://propaholics.wolfchasers.com/uploade...20-%2030pct.jpg http://propaholics.wolfchasers.com/uploade...20-%2030pct.jpg Lower Back Plate- Completely new! This piece has now been pulled extra deep to easily allow for trimming, and to close side gaps on larger troopers and smaller troopers perfectly. The center box detail is greatly enhanced with sharpened lines. It features torso taper - very graceful with molded edges to allow armor to appear thicker. Butt Plate- Completely new! This all new plate has enhanced box details with sharpened lines and definition! Edges are molded to appear thicker. This piece is now separate from the lower back plate. Biceps- Completely new! The biceps are now wider and slightly longer with much more traditional and authentic styling. They are made wider with expanded, trimmable side details for both inner and outer pieces! The inner piece includes the rare “thumbprint” detail! Forearms- Completely new! The inner forearm piece has been sculpted to be deeper and trimmable for troopers with larger arms. Thigh Set- Completely new! The thighs now have more traditional styling with tremendously enhanced lower molded edge detail. They feature trimmable front and back panels to allow a wonderful fit for large troopers. These pieces are symmetrical, giving actual right and left pieces. A narrow ABS Strip will now sharpen and cover the front joining seam. Knee Drop Plate- Completely new! (Original TK style) The original TK style knee plate is sculpted to be sharper with more accurate detail, and to fit tightly over the top of the calf piece. The spikes and side spikes have been all been sharpened. (Sandtrooper Diamond Kneeplate is being made now and should be included in the kits!) Calf Pieces- Completely new! These new calf/shin pieces feature trimmable back panels to fit larger troopers, as well as tremendously enhanced upper edge details with a more authentic angular styling. These are actual right and left pieces, not the common pieces which utilize one side for both. These pieces are sculpted featuring the unique crown detail variation making the outer shell very, very slightly different from the inner shells. A narrow ABS Strip will now sharpen and cover the front joining seam. Thigh Belt- Completely new! This piece now has an extended rear section with a more rounded trim line and features a recessed rear detail which will help fit the thigh pieces in a unique and professional manner. ANH Handback Pieces- Completely new! These are the same size the as ones you are used to, but with an angular downward turn approximately one inch off-center. TESB Hand Pieces- Completely new! These feature rounded hand pieces with enhanced center ridge. ANH Sandtrooper Rectangular CHEESEGRATER Handback Pieces- Completely new! These obscure “Cheesegrater” style handbacks were worn by several troopers in ANH. (This piece is a work in progress – but should be included in the new kits) Abdomen Utility Belt- Completely new! This is the same size abdomen utility belt as before, but with a new design feature. It now offers slightly recessed center and side screw mount regions allowing screws to be covered with custom-made, molded white ABS plastic screw cap covers. Three covers are included in total, and are designed to emulate the traditional center square with circular detail found in the original belts’ center. Helmet- Completely new! - Arguably the most complicated component of the kit is still a WORK IN PROGRESS and should be coming soon. Some changes have been made to the contents of the FULL and LITE kits: FULL KITS – Will include ABS cement, ABS polish, Instructions, and an Original FX helmet with the newly re-shaped dome top for now. (A new helmet is being made, but is still in production – hopefully available soon). It has all elastic straps, but no standard-grade velcro. Troopers didn’t use it, so it’s being removed. Industrial velcro is now suggested but not included in the kit. The leather E-11 holster seen in the past is not included in this first run but will hopefully return in future runs. LITE KITS – As before will include ALL body armor pieces, Instructions and will now include all needed elastic straps. As before, the LITE kits will NOT include ABS cement, ABS polish, Helmet kit or Leather E-11 holster. Industrial velcro is suggested but not included. Pricing for the new kits has not yet been determined. While remaining reasonable, the price will most likely increase slightly due to the inclusion of the extra armor pieces in each kit, and the deeper trim areas requiring more ABS plastic. All inquiries should come to: tupperwaretk@yahoo.com Thanks!

"We've just taken our first step into a larger world." More will be posted in as soon as it is humanly possible.

The AM is not a time or a part of the day. The answer lies in the AM. "You must unlearn, what you have learned." "What's in there?" "Only what you take with you."

"That armor was our last hope." "No. There is another." The answer will come in the AM. More soon . . . . .

"That armor was our last hope." "No. There is another." The answer will come in the AM. More soon . . . . .

I hope that helps. You would probably benefit from this manual - it really helped me understand the gun a bit better: http://propaholics.wolfchasers.com/uploade...MG%20Manual.pdf

Welcome to the Sandbox!

You can only remove it by putting it BACK through the barrel and removing the rear end cap to get it out. If yours has a solid plug welded in, you will not be able to remove it. I ran into that with mine.

Thanks Diana!

“What do you mean a new search?” asked Rogue. “What are we looking for?” He stepped away from the bed, pacing a bit, then turned back to Holder. “You need to start from as far back as you can, and catch us up, brother.” The monitors bleeped away in the silence that had suddenly fallen over the room as Holder shifted slightly in the bed. He ran a hand through his hair, visibly struggling to find a suitable place to begin. He looked around the room at us as he spoke. “It’s important that you know I knew nothing of these events until after the fact. When we arrived in place of the intended crew, with our altered orders to manage the closing of the dig site, we had a fair amount of clean-up to do. There were mountains of files to sift through. Some were sent with the original crew, some were destroyed. The shipping contract had to be terminated, and the water contract held with Darklighter water had to be revised now that there was only a skeleton crew on site.” He scratched his arm where medical tape held a fluid line in place. “It was during that push to finalize things that we discovered the importance of 08-02A1138 to 08-02A1450. Watcher had taken over security duties, as that was his specialty. I had just finished de-briefing the last of the site’s personnel and sent their shuttle on its way when Watcher came to me with his discovery.” Holder felt the pounding of the blood in his veins as he continued. “He had been given a small, shielded durasteel case. Along with it, he was given very unusual instructions by one of the crew leaders I had just de-briefed. His instructions were to feed it to the youngest Bantha on site and then turn the entire herd loose into the wild. Get rid of it all. No mistakes.” Felth interrupted him. “Wait a tick. You were told to feed the case to a Bantha?” We were all just as lost as Felth. Holder nodded. “Yes, we were told to feed it to a Bantha. The only thing I can think is that it was believed the Bantha would carry it around for the rest of its life, as it was too large to be passed, and that it would be buried in the sands when the beast died; truly within the belly of the beast.” Felth leaned forward a bit, arms crossed. “So what does that have to do with 08-02A1138 to 08-02A1450?” Holder nodded his head, understanding our confusion. “I was just coming to that. I know it doesn’t make a lot of sense yet. Anyway, Watcher and I became suspicious of the possible contents of the case and decided to open it. After all, he had become head of security, and I was the Holder of mission secrets. When we finally did get it open, all we found was a security data card labeled with the range 08-02A1138 to 08-02A1450. It wasn’t until we plugged the card in to view its contents that the importance of it became clear.” He cleared his throat, and motioned for a cup of water. Etz poured a small cup and handed it to him. He drank it down and wiped his mouth, handing the cup back to Etz. ‘The data stream we saw on that recording showed evidence of a murder.” We all shifted a bit as he continued. “It happened deep within the dig site complex, in a dim, secluded corridor. Details were difficult to make out due to the poor lighting, but the victim was clearly identified by the conversation leading up to the murder itself. The killers were at that time nothing more than two contacts from the shipping contractor, both vying for a higher position within their group.” Holder paused and took a breath, looking around at us, then turned his head to lock eyes with Rogue. “Matalla the Hutt was killed by Prince Xizor and the Nediji assassin, Kaird, of Black Sun.” * * * A blistering, early morning wind blew across the spacious stone terrace of the Darklighter estate, blasting a bit of fine dust in his eyes as Luke lowered his head, pausing momentarily before continuing. Absolute silence had engulfed Huff, who had gone rigid. He saw Luke’s mouth moving, but heard nothing more come out. It was as if the mainspring that drives the mechanism at the very heart of the universe machine had suddenly snapped. The armatures that normally would have been ticking off the seconds and hours of infinity swung wildly out of control, reeling in the chaos of the moment to eventually rock back and forth at the bottom of the celestial clock face, slowly diminishing into an absolutely still, motionless stop. The blood drained from his head as muscles all over his body began to twitch involuntarily from the sudden surge of adrenaline in his veins. He felt as if every bit of the solid ground surrounding them, except the square foot or two beneath his feet, had crumbled and fallen away, leaving him perched high atop a spindly stone spire, completely alone, completely isolated in his misery. Biggs was dead? Vaporized? His eager young son with the quick smile and his mother’s easy manner had been vaporized? There wouldn’t even be anything to bury. Tears fell uncontrollably down his face as the raw grief ravaged his insides. His heart collapsed inward on itself as the disbelief and absolute sadness he felt was quickly followed by complete and utter emotional depletion. Luke reached out and put his arms around Huff, embracing the only father figure he’d ever really known the way only Biggs’ best friend could in such a personal, awkward moment. Sound slowly emerged from the electric buzzing in Huff’s ears as he began to hear the wind rustling past his clothing wraps, catching the coarse hair of his beard. The older man struggled somewhat unsuccessfully to regain his composure. “Thank you, Luke, for coming.” He looked at young man fondly, like he did his own children. “You two were more like brothers than any two I’ve ever seen. When he learned something new about the condensers, or flying his ‘hopper, all he wanted to do was shoot over to your uncle’s place and fill you in.” Suddenly the anguish was wiped away by a fresh, new concern. “Luke, you aren’t safe here. There’s a permanent detachment of Imperial troops here now. They were looking for you in Anchorhead, and out at your uncle’s place. Son, they . . .” Luke stopped him. “I know.” He nodded his head. “I know what they did. I saw it.” A moment of silence passed between them. “Are Windy and Deak OK? What about Camie and Fixer?” “They were questioned and shaken up a bit, but they’re all fine. Well, Fixer had a bad accident out on a canyon speed run, but he’s recovering. He was out for quite a while, but is back at the power station now. His ‘hopper’s gone, though; nothing left but scrap.” “That must have been some accident.” Huff nodded, “It was. He and Windy were racing and he got caught in a downdraft that pushed him right into Windy’s ‘hopper. They both went down out near the Stone Needle.” Luke was visibly shaken and filled with concern and maybe just a bit of desire to be back racing the canyons again. Huff put a hand on Luke’s shoulder, smiling kindly. “You know you aren’t safe here, and yet still you come see me. You’re a fine son, Luke.” He paused a moment. “What was it those troops were looking for?” Luke looked up. “It’s a long, complicated story, but they were looking for a ‘droid my uncle bought, and since I was the one out with it, they were looking for me too.” A cool gust of wind blew around them. Luke looked off to the horizon in the direction of his uncle’s farm. “Is the harvest under way yet?” Huff nodded, looking up into the blue sky. “Starts tomorrow. Winter’s coming whether we want it or not.” Luke nodded knowingly. “I should go. I know you’re busy getting ready for it.” Huff turned to look at Luke. “That is tomorrow’s business. Come inside and have something to eat with us before you leave.” * * *

Thanks! Here's one last one. A life preserver, sunglasses and two paddles, spelling out OBX (Outer Banks)

I'm in the Outer Banks with my family through Sunday, and tought I'd share some pics of my sand sculptures:

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Locked into the X-wing’s ‘droid socket, the little blue astromech was busy monitoring the snub ship’s course and operation data. Engine performance was optimal and steady, cockpit pressure was stable, and the temperature inside was comfortable by human standards. He silently took note that his master was fast asleep as they raced through hyperspace en route from Hoth to Tatooine. Inside the cockpit, the young rebel pilot had succumbed to a few moments reprieve into a deep slumber. More strange dreams of a somewhat familiar place were once again taking shape as he rested. Dreams that were just as disjointed and bizarre as his life had become . . . The fog-shrouded jungle was navigationally unforgiving by air, and nearly impassable on foot. Visibility was only about 5 meters, with nothing but dense jungle swamplands littered with massive trees to see anyway. Far overhead, beyond the shrouding fog and low clouds, the tree canopy teemed with all manner of life. Cries and shrieks filtered down through the heavy grey veil to the ground. Thick decorated snakes slowly twisted themselves around branches, watching silently as lizards hissed, spitting forked tongues into the air to get a taste of the newcomers, and all manner of wildlife slunk away into the tall grasses and mud as the small band worked their way through the difficult terrain. He was trudging through the calf-deep mud and mists with Leia, the two ‘droids and an old woman whose face he did not know. Slowly, out of the haze ahead, came the vague outline of an enormous, crumbling stone temple. There was a flash as his dream skipped ahead suddenly. He and Leia were now alone inside the structure. Although he had not seen it happen, he somehow knew the old woman had gone off on her own leaving the ‘droids outside. Ben Kenobi sat atop a large, displaced stone block to his left, silently watching, giving only a slight nod of acknowledgment to the pair as they entered the building. He heard a grinding stone-on-stone sound from the ceiling above, and only barely managed to shove Leia out if the path of the falling rock. It crashed into the ground beside him as he fell to one side to avoid being crushed. Then it toppled back toward him, falling across his right thigh and calf, pinning him to the floor. Luke looked over to where Ben had been sitting to ask his master for help, only to find that what he thought was Obi-Wan was really a lichen-encrusted statue; toppled and broken. A shower of other smaller stones fell from the curved dome ceiling overhead, cascading to the stone floor into a pile of broken shards and a fine stone dust cloud. Luke tried hard to focus. He didn’t think the large rock pinning him had broken his leg bone, but there was too much weight behind it for him to move it even slightly. Leia tried in vain to help as the dust began to settle and thin in the air. As it cleared, a new outline emerged atop the pile of stones. It was clad completely in black armor, and suddenly the hiss of a mechanical respirator cycled on and off . . . on and off . . . on and off. Leia’s eyes went wide and her mouth silently formed his name, remembering her interrogation session with him on the Death Star. The dark figure snapped his crimson lightsaber on and slowly climbed down the pile of stone toward them. He casually swung the energy blade back and forth in bright arcs, chopping almost playfully at several large stone pieces. Without looking up, Luke instinctively reached for the sword hilt hanging on his belt as he felt the cold presence in his veins. “Vader.” The jungles suddenly evaporated away as he was abruptly awakened by R2 in the cockpit of his fighter. The navigational indicator on the console showed a necessary course adjustment marker approaching near Bpfassh. He yawned and shook his head a bit as he pulled off his helmet and wiped a bit of perspiration from his forehead remembering the temple from the mists. “Pomojema.” R2 beeped and whistled an inquiry, curious about what his master had just whispered. “No R2, we’re not going to Pomojema, it’s just a place from a dream.” He thought a moment about what he had blurted out and the astromech’s response, then turned his head back toward the little ‘droid. “R2, if I did want to go to Pomojema . . . where would we be going?” The little droid gurgled a bit and the translated data stream appeared on the ship’s monitor on the console in font of him: Mimban. Mimban? He thought to himself. He had never even heard of Pomojema or Mimban, and wondered why he was dreaming of a swampy, rainy mud hole like that. R2 generated the reversion checklist for him as Luke prepared to slip out of hyperspace. He would have to make the course change in normal space and then reset the ‘nav computer for a second jump to Tatooine. * * *

Im telling you thats what he said, a genetic duplicate. Blade waited for a reaction. Rogue sat down in one of the lobby chairs, thinking. He noticed the female Rodian seated behind the sign-in desk, busily noting charts as he began digesting the information. He looked up to Blade after the brief silence. Have you mentioned this to anyone else yet? Blade shook his head. No. Rogue nodded slowly. Good. Lets keep it that way until after I can speak with Holder about it. There was another, shorter silence before Rogue spoke up again. Did the doctor say how long we were going to have to wait out here before we can go back to see Holder? Blade shrugged. Not really. He said Holder was awake, but that he had to finish his examination and run a few more tests before he would let us back to see him, and even then only for a short time. It was at that moment that I came through the front door, spilling into the lobby with Etz, Danz and Felth. Pulling the hot bucket from my head, I wiped a hand across my sweaty face. Any word yet? Blade shook his head. Were still waiting to get in. I nodded. I want to get another look at the old mans body. Theres something really familiar about him. Felth and the others collapsed into adjacent chairs, pulling off their helmets as Blade grinned. Well, Deck, he is basically Holder, just aged a bit more. Theyre identical, genetically speaking I threw my gloves at him. I know that, but I remember seeing those tattoos he has on his arms before. I just want to get a better look at them to see if itll jog my memory as to where I saw them. I didnt even realize he had tattoos said Blade, glancing over to Rogue as he handed my gloves back. Yeah, I saw them when Topolev, Danz and Ddraig loaded the body in the transport. One of his arms fell back when they lifted him up over the tailboard. I didnt see all of them, but what I could see, I recognized. The door to the back room opened slightly and doc Shurte stuck his head through, twisting it our way. You can come back now. And he disappeared back through the swinging door. We all filed through the door, walking past a table filled with various instruments and containers holding body parts adjacent to a medical droid that was performing an autopsy. We kept moving and circled around Holders bed. Various monitoring tools on stands flanked him on both sides. His eyes opened as we drew near, and he tried to speak, though his voice was quite hoarse. What the **** happened? How long have I been here? Before we could answer, doc Shurte stepped up beside Holder, checking the monitors as he spoke. Youve been here a little over a weeks time, my boy. As for what happened; well, carbon freezing, especially extended entombments such as yours, can do strange things to our neural paths. From time to time, routes used to recall certain memories get crossed or destroyed altogether. When the brain cant make sense of what is happening, confusion and frustration usually ensues, and on occasion can trigger an obstruction-based seizure. The brain basically gets stuck in a loop trying to find the right path, and accidentally heads down the wrong one. Holder raised an eyebrow. Seizure, huh? He rubbed his head a bit and rolled his head to the side, staring up at the doctor. Well whatever happened out there in the sand, and in the time between, I remember a lot more now. Its like I opened a door to a room full of memories I didnt even know were missing. Some of the pieces are still falling into place, but I feel a lot more complete now. The doctor furrowed his brow as he thought. It sounds as if somewhere along the line, and alternate course to your memories was discovered. Perhaps when it happened, out in the dunes, it was too much for your brain to manage all at once, and you fell into the seizure. Very interesting. The doctor opened a flimsy journal and began scratching a few notes. Feel free to stay a few minutes more, but he will need time to rest soon. He turned away and headed over to the table where the droid was finishing up on the corpse. I stepped away from Holders bed as the others moved in to talk briefly with him. Doc? He turned back to me momentarily, as he pulled on a pair of gloves. Yes? Doc, will you pull Watchers body out? I need to check something. He eyed me a second, sizing me up. Of course. He turned away, walking over to the wall-mounted drawers, pulling one open. He slid the durasteel lid back. Nope. Wrong one. He closed it up quickly and pulled the one next to it out. This is it. He pulled the drawer all the way out and slid the durasteel cover back in, exposing the body. I reached out, slipping the loose sleeves of the desert wraps up, exposing his forearms. Both were littered with intertwining images of starships, asteroids and a number of attractive females from multiple species in various poses. The medical droid whirred away behind me, working to close up the incised body it had finished with. I know Ive seen these tattoos before. Where was it? I squeezed my eyes shut, concentrating, trying to remember where it was. I smelled the smoke rising up from the droids cauterizing tool as it worked behind me. As soon as I smelled it, a flash of memories gelled in my head. I saw smoking, skeletal remains lying in the sand. It was the morning we had questioned Owen and Beru Lars. The very same distinct smell of burnt flesh had lingered in my helmet all that morning and well into the next day. As we walked that morning from the Sentinel at the spaceport back to our barracks, I remembered seeing a haggard old man with a white beard begging on the side of the road. He had tattoos of women and starships that disappeared up under his sleeves. He had these very tattoos. Remember anything? asked the doctor. I pulled the sleeves down again. Yeah. Yeah, I remember it now. Thanks doc. Whatd you remember, Deck? asked Rogue, walking over. I pulled the sleeves back up, revealing the markings. I saw him on the roadside in Mos Eisley the day we questioned Owen and Beru Lars. I remembered seeing them, but cant make any other connection. It just seems off that he would be begging in town, only to be found murdered and displayed all the way out there in the dunes. Rogue nodded. It does seem a little strange that this guy would find his way out that far. He walked back over to Holders bed as he pulled out a small datapad, and lay a hand on the Commandos shoulder. Holder, does this mean anything to you, now that you remember a bit more? He looked at the pads screen to make sure he had it right. Out by the condenser, after you recognized Watcher and were seizing, you kept repeating 08-02A1138 to 08-02A1450. Get rid of it all, no mistakes. No mistakes. Any idea what that means? Holders face went white as bone as the memories associated with that phrase fell into place. Yeah. I know what that means. He said, swallowing as he looked around at each of us. It means we have a new search ahead of us. * * * A tight formation of four fighters skimmed across the barren wastelands and violent, volcanic surface of Sullust. Han and Luke led the way, closely followed by Wedge and Dack. As they raced past a huge SoroSuub mining compound, Solo keyed the comm and glanced through the canopy of his Y-wing, across to Luke. “I don’t get it. We’re not setting down anywhere or even really looking for anything. Why are we doing this?” Luke turned to look back at him. “We’re running fake reconnaissance missions to throw off the Empire. If they think we’re still looking for a base, they’ll assume we haven’t settled anywhere yet. SoroSuub Corporation had control of Sullust for a long time, and was loyal to the Empire until the Sullustans recently took it back.” Wedge chimed in as he pulled his ship in a bit closer. “There are bound to be some left here still loyal to the Empire. Our flight through definitely won’t go unnoticed or unreported.” Luke’s voice crackled in their headsets as he looked around. “I think that’s probably enough of a show, but you know as rough as this place is, it might actually have some future potential.” “You think?” laughed Solo. “So we’re done?” asked Dack. “You heard the Commander” said Wedge. “Let’s head out. All ships break right and climb, on my mark. And . . . Mark.” The formation broke right and streaked up through dense banks of toxic clouds and storms of intense electrical discharges. As they passed out of the atmosphere into the cold of space, a sensor on one of the nearby orbital platforms activated, its’ guns swiveling to lock on to the passing ships. From out of nowhere a hailstorm of blaster fire erupted from the platform, spitting through the black void. They sliced between the ships until they found a mark, piercing the fuselage of Wedge’s X-wing. Alarms rang out in his cockpit as another round of fire stabbed at them from the platform. The four ships rolled apart. Wedge limped away in his damaged ship, flanked by Luke, as Han and Dack turned sharply toward the source. They lock onto the platform as yet more blasts streaked at them from out of the darkness. Solo rolled over sharply and fell away to avoid them. Dack rolled and climbed in the opposite direction to engage. As they did, a second platform sensed their presence and activated its gun turrets swiveling to lock on. Dack lined up his shot on the first platform, locked on and fired as Solo came around to face the second. The coordinated blasts from Dack’s four wing-mounted cannons tracked across the darkness, shredding the guns of the first platform. He released the trigger as his target erupted in a momentary fireball. “Wahoo!” Sensing the destruction of the first platform, the second immediately deployed a shield, which encircled it completely. Han fired at the gun array as they spewed blaster fire in his direction, but his blasts glanced off and were redirected as he rolled away. “That thing’s got shields up, Han. Let’s get out of here before any others lock on” yelled Luke. “Follow me.” With blaster fire burning past their ships, the others fell in behind him, heading away from the planet and its moon. As soon as the platform sensed their withdrawal it ceased firing. “****.” Wedge keyed his comm. “My sensors are fried and my targeting array is gone. I’m not going to be able to make it with you to Malastare.” Luke brought his X-wing in alongside Wedge, eyeing the damage. “Han, I’ll take him back to base. You and Dack go on ahead to Malastare.” “You sure, kid?” asked Solo. “We could all turn back.” Luke shook his head. “No. You go on and complete the flight, just keep Dack close to you. We’ll see you back at base.” The crippled fighter and its escort peeled off from the group as the astromechs in both plotted their hyperspace jump. With a flash they were gone. * Both X-wing fighters reverted from hyperspace in synch, reappearing in normal space just short of Hoth VI. “Wedge, can you make it to base from here?” “Yeah, I think so. Why? Do you have an appointment to keep?” “Actually . . . I do” said Luke. “Rieeken knows I’ll be gone, but will you let Leia know I should only be a few days.” “Yes, sir Rogue Leader. Rogue Two out.” Luke watched Wedge enter the upper atmosphere and dive for the frozen surface below before rolling away. “R2?” The ‘droid squawked back his brief reply. “Set a course for Tatooine.” Calculations were run, and the little ‘droid adjusted the course heading slightly as Luke settled back in his seat and closed his eyes. As he did, R2 engaged the hyperdrive engines, catapulting them on their way toward his master’s home world. *

I have deployment pics ready to send in now. Who should I send them to?

Weird Dupe post.

I just picked up the Shoulder Horseshoes as well: Here are some pics. These were hastily taken on the hood of my truck for contrast. Sorry if they're not great. I'll take better ones after they're cleaned up. First, the spacers that go between the leg and the horsehoes, forming the small groove on the top of R2's legs: And several views of the horseshoes. They're still a little dirty, and need cleaning up, but still pretty cool. The one on the left is flipped over, showing the back side and the removed aluminum to cut down on weight.