čet, 3. ožujka '05 u 14:06
"Nice landing," Lando commented dryly,...
"At least the sensor dish is still there" Han said pointedly
Lando winced "Your never going to let that go, are you?"
Han shrugged."You said you wouldn't get a scratch on her," He reminded the other.
"Fine," Lando gulped, "Next time, I'll destroy the shield generator and you can fly down the Death Star's throat."
*******
Thrawn to Pelleaon in the Last command
"Its time to remind the Rebellion what war is all about"
Hobbie: You lied to me
Wedge: I did, with my brilliant achievements in the diplomatic profession has come the realization that lies can be powerful motivators
Hobbie: My faith is shattered
Wedge: You knew, when I said we needed 4 sets of women's clothing, that we were going to end up in them. You knew. So any hopes you had to the contrary were just self delusion.
Hobbie: I understand that. But I rather blame you than me.
Tomer Darpin was in the main room, walking in circles around the main table. Tycho stood slumped, yawning, in the doorway to his room. Hobbie was sprawled on the main room floor, immediately behind him a tipped-over chair showing how he'd come to end up prone, and was carefully aiming a comlink at Tomer and thumbing its on-off switch as though firing a blaster at the diplomat; his expresion was groggy enough to suggest that's exactly what he thought he was doing. Janson emerged in his own doorway, his robe askew, and if glares were lasers Tomer would have been the victim of a dual-linked direct strike. Tomer... caught sight of Wedge, "General! Excellent news."
Wedge: "Excellent enough to persuade Hobbie to spare your life, I hope."
Janson & Hobbie, discussing New Republic Dress Uniform
Hobbie: I feel fat.
Janson: You're not fat, Except-never mind
Hobbie: What?
Janson: Nothing.
Hobbie: No, tell me. I've been working out. I've been good. You just can't work on everything.
Janson: That's right. It's barely noticable.
Hobbie: Where?
Hobbie: Because I am SICK of it, I'm sick to death of 'Hello, I'm so-and-so and I've killed this many enemies, and I challenge you, and we bow and go by the rules and say cute things to one another, and isn't it nice that we're all dead now?' Tycho, I want to SHOOT something. I want to blow something up. No apologies. No advance warning. Just lethal efficiency. Before frustration KILLS me.
Tycho: More words than he's strung together at once since I've known him!
Luke: When Mara kicks me out, you'd best have a guest room ready...
Han: I thought Jedi didn't know pain.
Wes: Hobbie, what are we defending with?
Hobbie: Our good looks and trenchant wit?
Wes: THAT's quite enough defeatest talk, thank you.
Wedge: Watch them. Make sure they don't regroup.
Tycho: Keep shooting like that, Wedge, and there won't be any more TO regroup.
I have learned much but I am not a jedi yet!
Bad news: I'm back. Bad for me, because I was enjoying my rest, and bad for you, because if some of you had been a little quicker, I wouldn't have been shot. Keep it in mind as I make up assignments over the next few weeks.
-Janson
Sometimes I miss my sanity.
-Wedge
To Rogue Squadron, to the friends we've lost, the battles we've fought, and the utter fear our return will bring to our enemies.
-Wedge
General Cracken- "I need you to talk some sense to Booster Terrik"
Corran- "Got a Death Star you want killed instead?"
"Lesson number one: A Jedi requires air to function properly."
Runt: "I think your bad mind is imagining things."
Kell: "I think all your minds out to go out and play in a mine field sometime so that only one or two come back."
Hobbie: How come we never have these superweapons that could eliminate a problem like that?
Wedge: Because, Hobbie, we rely on pluck, courage and skill instead of capital expenditure
Hobbie: I guess, then, that the rumors of a raise are not true?
Booster to Fey'lya: Oh, I understood you. You didn't understand me. When I smack someone into the bulkhead and toss him on the deck, that's me saying he should get his carcass off my ship. The other things, the head butt and the stomach punch, that was just because I don't like you.
Tycho after seeing Wedge leaving Lorrir's office: Things didn't go well?
Wedge, who just stunned Lorrir: Lorrir developed a new sense of irony.He found my revelations stunning.
Han(referring to Leia):...someday she'll get tired of the charm and there won't be anything else for me to offer her.
Wedge: You know. I can't do it myself, because you're my superior officer. But I could call Chewie down here, and tell him what you've just said, and then he'd beat you nearly to death with a hydrospanner. Maybe then you’d figure out how wrong you are.
Face: What's this?
Ton: It's called a da-ta-pad. New Republic and Imperial children learn about them from the time they're very young
Face: Funny
*************
EMPEROR: Okay, Tarkin, let's cut through the formalities. I received your advance communication and have looked over the plans. Although I find it most impressive, there are still a few details I wish to go over with you.
TARKIN: But of course, my Emperor. What is it that troubles you exactly?
EMPEROR: Well, for starters, the name. D.M.I.B.S.? That doesn't really strike terror into your heart, does it?
LEMELISK: My Emperor, it's simply the acronym for Deep-Space Mobile Imperial Battle Station. All projects are named thus for easier record keeping.
EMPEROR: No, I understand, but that name would just look too busy on any of our stationery. I need something straight and to the point.
TARKIN: The Planet Killer.
VADER: *phft*
EMPEROR: Not that straight and to the point. I want epic.
SIVRON: Death from Above?
LEMELISK: Titanic?
SIVRON: Sun Blocker!!
VADER: How about the Death Star?
TARKIN: Oh, please! You can't be serious!
*****
EMPEROR: Do we really want something as important as our tractor beams to be so easy to shut off?
SIVRON: Sir, the ease of tractor beam operation is in direct response to the tragic occurences on the Star Destroyer ACKYUNA.
TARKIN: My Emperor, not all stormtroopers are as smart as we would like to think. Anything we can do to simplify their day will be beneficial in the long run.
EMPEROR: True, true. What about these bottomless pits? Would it be too much to ask for some safety rails? I mean, I'm ruthless, but I gotta walk these halls, too, and my balance ain't what it used to be.
SIVRON: It's not too much to ask, as long as you don't mind an overall budget increase of 36%.
EMPEROR: Oh, in that case, I'll just be careful.
*****
EMPEROR, to VADER: Whenever I'm on this thing, I want you with me at all times. The last thing I need is for some guy to sneak up behind me and throw me into one of these pits.
VADER: Yes, my master.
*****
EMPEROR: Gentlemen, I'm willing to overlook the many flaws---polar-gravitational matrix, equatorial docking, inadequate restroom facilities. But there's one thing I will not stand for.
This thermal exhaust port is too freakin' big! What is that, fifteen meters wide?!
SIVRON: Sir, you have to have some way of venting excess radiation. It would explode without such a vent.
EMPEROR: Granted, but if I had a nickel for every yahoo was able to fly into one of my capial ships and knock out my reactor, I could build two of these things!
TARKIN: Where's the port located?
LEMELISK: Mid-hemispheric equatorial trench.
TARKIN: What is the minimum safety requirement for ventilation?
SIVRON: We can go as small as two meters.
TARKIN: How many cannons line the trench?
LEMELISK: 250 standard. 250 ion.
TARKIN: My Emperor. We can reduce the port to two meters and line the trench with an additional 500 cannons. We can also ray-shield the exhaust port to prevent any incursion. You would have to fly down this trench like a mynock out of Hell, evade one thousand cannons, and hit a target that's no bigger than a womp rat! Trust me, there is no one in the galaxy who could make such a shot.
VADER: Ahem.
TARKIN: Except, of course, Lord Vader.
(to self): Arrogant son-of-a-
(out loud): URK! GAK!
EMPEROR: VADER!!!
VADER: Hey, I'm not doing anything.
TARKIN: S-Sorry. Coffee w-went down the wrong pipe.
**********
Parck: "You have to understand the situation, Mara, to truly appreciate it. On one side were handpicked units of Palpatine's own private army, equipped with fifteen top-line combat ships. On the other side were Commander Mitth'raw'nuruodo of the Chiss Expansionary Defense and perhaps twelve small and insignigicant border patrol ships.
Mara
Suppressing a shudder) "I appreciate it just fine. How badly did Thrawn slaughter them?"
Parck: "Utterly. I believe only one of Palpatine's shis remained capable of flight, and that only because Thrawn wanted some of the invaders left to interrogate"
*********
"That's not what the Empire would have done, Commander, what the Empire would have done was build a supercolossal Yuuzhan Vong-killing battle machine. They would have called it the Nova Colossus or the Galaxy Destroyer or the Nostril of Palpatine or something equally grandiose. They would have spent billions of credits, employed thousands of contractors and subcontractors, and equipped it with the latest in death-dealing technology. And you know what would have happened?It wouldn't have worked. They'd forget to bolt down a metal plate over an access hatch leading to the main reactors, or some other mistake, and a hotshot enemy pilot would drop a bomb down there andblow the whole thing up.Nowthat'swhat the Empire would have done."
--Han Solo, when discussing the Empire's tactics against the Vong, to an Imperial Commander on his ship.
"Leaves from the vine, falling so slow.
Like fragile, tiny shells,
Drifting in the foam.
Little soldier boy, come marching home.
Brave soldier boy, comes marching home."
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