I must admit, the response to my last post was somewhat underwhelming.
Joepoe, if I've told you once, I've told you a hundred times; YOU NEED TO START YOUR OWN BLOG!!! *pant* *pant* *pant*
Okay, now that that's out of my system...
I'm sorry Ali, but you and Kevin (whoever he is) have lost yet another author to the Dark Side aka Fan Fiction.
The basic premise of my proposed story, tentatively titled Star Wars: The Few and The Proud, is as follows: Following an escalation of tensions between Iran and Iraq, an American F-15 Eagle fighter jet is shot down near the Iran/Iraq border by an Iranian anti-aircraft missile. A Marine Force Recon team is sent in to rescue the downed pilot, but in the midst of the operation, the Marines and the pilot are suddenly transported to the Star Wars universe. More specifically, they wind up on Naboo just before the Trade Federation invades (i.e. just before Episode I begins). I've got the story pretty much figured out until a year or so after Ep. I ends, but I plan on taking it through the end of the prequels and possible into Original Trilogy territory.
As stated in my last post, this story concept has already been tried somewhat successfully (the sequels to Enter the Stalkers dissolved into a mass-crossover that seemed to spiral out of control), I want to take my own shot at the idea. Because quite frankly, it intrigues me. A lot.
Well, dinner's up. Gotta run!
Getting There
3 months ago
2 comments:
I'm sure you'll do well. Americans love their star wars. They also love eating a lot and being fat. And they also love invading tiny little countries even though the age of impirialism is supposed to be long gone. And they also love the english system of measure. And they love being stupid.
THE STUPID, FAT AMERICAN RACE.
Being a conservative, that might have annoyed you. Whatever. Don't take it offensively, I am writing rude comments to everyone right now indiscriminantly, which is a word that Americans also haven't come anywhere near establishing. i e my friends and family. Whatever. Bye.
Crazy stuff happens crazily everywhere. Except for yesterday. It didn't count yesterday because yesterday was Thursday, and I never got the hang of Thursdays.
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