Holla-deck boy

Quoth Alec:

You've been given a week-end on the Holodeck (or the random plot generator as my father-in-law likes to call it); what do you do?

This one's easy.  I finally get to live out my most frequently recurring day dream.  Which I've written about before, thus making for a mostly-easy cut-n-paste post for a Monday morning.

In my dream I am the leader of a group of five vigilante Jedi knights.  Or, at least, we have Jedi-like powers.  And lightsabres.  The other four members frequently rotate between various people I know, and never stay constant.  I am the only constant.  We don't go by our real names but have call signs to preserve our secret identities.  I'm not sure what mine is yet; that detail hasn't worked itself out.  So far I think it's "Primus".  And even though we're vigilantes, we work for the cause of Good and are generally altruistic, though we do dish out the occasional well-deserved smackdown.

In order to promote global do-goodery, we have to go places.  You'd think, being Jedi and all, we'd fly around the world in X-Wing fighters or Jedi Starfighters.  That's simply not the case.  No, we get around by zooming thither and yon in pimped out Avro Arrows.  The Arrow, in its day, would have been the world's premiere air superiority fighter.  And it was Canadian.  It would still do a good job of holding its own today.  And there was a whole lot of political intrigue behind the then-Conservative government's quashing of the program before the jets went into production.  (Most of the popular blame rests on pressure from the USA, who allegedly didn't want competition, even from an ally.  Bitches.)  Being so very nearly great and slowly fading into history has made it incredibly iconic.  I think that's why it intruded into my daydream.  So I went with it.

In my dream, we sometimes fly into the tail end of International Air Shows and surprise the crowd.  They always go nuts.

These aren't ordinary Arrows, oh no.  They're also Transformers.  Each one of the five morphs from its standard fighter configuration into that of a monstrous mechanized mandroid, sort of like that really cool Citroen car commercial.  (Or those fighter jets from Robotech, if you're familiar with the cartoon series.)  Imagine the fear born in the hearts of our foes when a 10-storey iron giant comes a-stompin'!

We have to have some place to hide our headquarters lest evil-doers seek us out, so we have a secret base nestled in a crater on the dark side of the moon.  (Thus free from prying telescopes too; I've actually thought about that.  We listen to lots of Pink Floyd.)  Our Arrows are space-worthy, of course.  We haven't, to date, encountered any aliens, nor ventured further into the solar system, not wanting to leave Earth undefended and all.

*****

So that's my wish for a weekend on the holodeck.  That would sooooo rock.

Comments

[Mark]

Cool holodeck adventure. Would that be with or without safety protocols turned on? (you know, as in whether or not you can die in the holodeck)

[Moksha Gren]

I've read it before...but enjoyed reading it again just cuz it's so detailed.

I used to spend quite a bit of time day dreaming myself into the Star Wars universe. I was a banished Jedi named Zrinn Ka'ok who looked like he was 14 or so but was actually almost as old as Yoda. There were tons of details that I won't bog down your comment thread with...but he created all sorts of problems when he came back after Jedi cuz he was committed to the idea that the darkside could be used as a tool. He had a purple lightsaber. Then Lucas created Mace Windu and Zrinn didn't seem so unique. Plus...he never had a transformer...so he was inherently less cool than "Primis."

[Moksha Gren]

Also...I love the new banner. At first glance, the collar makes me imagine that there is a long flowing cape attached and perhaps some fangs under that smile.

[Simon]

Mark, the safety protocols would all be turned off. Being a Jedi, I would have no need for the trappings of standard corporeal frailty.

Zrinn, that's a day-dream right up my alley. Strict adherence to only one or the other doctrine would probably have rubbed me the wrong way, too. To know something experientially, however dangerous, is to be better prepared against it. You're treading a very thin line when the thing you get to know is the dark side, but to rail against it without knowing *of* it smacks of folly as well.

Nice mental image of the boy there, too. Declanula!!

[Mark]

I first noticed the collar, too, and can only assume that in your neck of the woods that removable hood never comes off the coat.

[Mark]

I love that commenting on banner pictures leaves future readers completely in the dark. A reader from 2009 is looking up there right now thinking, "I don't get it. It's a picture of Declan's team winning the 1st-grader curling championship. There's no collar in that picture."

[Amy]

the geekdom goes deeper than I thought...

[Moksha Gren]

Mark - Well...it serves 'em right for not being here on time.

2009 Reader - Dude, if you look really closely in the background of the banner, you can just make out Simon's reflection. I can't believe Amy let him out of the house wearing that.

Can't find it? Trust me...keep looking. It'll be worth it when you see it.

[Tal]

What, no blue alien chicks? :p

[Émilie B]

Blue alien chicks are from Vinea, but that's a couple light years away...