I've always held onto the notion that, while the Gates may be located on Pluto, or in its vicinity, they were out of phase with reality/existed in sidreal/were squirreled away inside a pocket universe ... or whatnot.
So,
ship crashes -> Gates go a little wonky
wouldn't really cut it. Then again, thats just my mental image of it. Could be that whatever FTL/phase shift/shielding technology (handwavium ad nauseum) had a one in a billion malfunction and managed to shift the damn hunk of steel into the appropriate phase, or whatnot (I seem to be using that expression a lot).
Keen idea, though.
--
On ideas ...
A Blame!/The Matrix crossover ... because Killy would make a _much_ cooler One than Neo, no?
Working along the 'guns and fancy fighting' thread of thought - 'Unorthodox' - a KOTOR story where something went ... well, wrong, with the personality they put into Revan. Could have been a glitch, could have been a Force ghost trying to possess the body ... the results calls himself Mugen. The galaxy's first break-dancing, gun-slinging, ass kicking ... well, no, there's no chance he's going to become a Jedi again.
(yes, a Samurai Champloo homage - hey, I was watching it after replaying KOTOR way back when)
A more defined concept is:
'Redux!' ... the setting is Tokyo. The date? Sometime during the late 20th century.
A man walkes out of an alley, lights up a cigarette, finishes the whole thing in one breath, throws away a bloody tanto. In the alley behind him, an eviscerated body lies.
"The last one," he says, tone wistful, stance slumping slightly, head turned skywards.
He walks, letting himself be carried by the flow of pedestrian traffic when he exits the dank of the city's underbelly.
Then the screaming starts. Things begin exploding. Some sort of bigass monster seems to be intent on killing a young girl and damn the collateral damage.
After several moments of total and complete chaos, the monster rears back for a killing blow against the prone (she tripped along the way, maybe?) girl.
The man reacts on instinct, puts himself between the girl and the monster, takes the blow for her - receiving a nice hole the size of his head right through his torso for his efforts - and turns the monster's head into a pincushion with a number of bladed weapons he'd withdrawn from his overcoat.
Fade to black as the man's vision fades, a smile lingers on his lips, and he says "Finally" as he dies ...
... cue a WTF moment as his eyes open again, when the girl suddenly sprouts a third eye in the middle of her forehead and sucks out his soul ...
Her name is Pai, and she just made him into her Wu.
His reaction?
"Oh, for fuck's sake, NOT AGAIN!!!!!!!"
His name is Manji, and he'd just killed his 1000th evil man, thereby freeing himself from the curse of immortality ...
... only for this to happen.
Poor, poor Benares.
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-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm
So,
ship crashes -> Gates go a little wonky
wouldn't really cut it. Then again, thats just my mental image of it. Could be that whatever FTL/phase shift/shielding technology (handwavium ad nauseum) had a one in a billion malfunction and managed to shift the damn hunk of steel into the appropriate phase, or whatnot (I seem to be using that expression a lot).
Keen idea, though.
--
On ideas ...
A Blame!/The Matrix crossover ... because Killy would make a _much_ cooler One than Neo, no?
Working along the 'guns and fancy fighting' thread of thought - 'Unorthodox' - a KOTOR story where something went ... well, wrong, with the personality they put into Revan. Could have been a glitch, could have been a Force ghost trying to possess the body ... the results calls himself Mugen. The galaxy's first break-dancing, gun-slinging, ass kicking ... well, no, there's no chance he's going to become a Jedi again.
(yes, a Samurai Champloo homage - hey, I was watching it after replaying KOTOR way back when)
A more defined concept is:
'Redux!' ... the setting is Tokyo. The date? Sometime during the late 20th century.
A man walkes out of an alley, lights up a cigarette, finishes the whole thing in one breath, throws away a bloody tanto. In the alley behind him, an eviscerated body lies.
"The last one," he says, tone wistful, stance slumping slightly, head turned skywards.
He walks, letting himself be carried by the flow of pedestrian traffic when he exits the dank of the city's underbelly.
Then the screaming starts. Things begin exploding. Some sort of bigass monster seems to be intent on killing a young girl and damn the collateral damage.
After several moments of total and complete chaos, the monster rears back for a killing blow against the prone (she tripped along the way, maybe?) girl.
The man reacts on instinct, puts himself between the girl and the monster, takes the blow for her - receiving a nice hole the size of his head right through his torso for his efforts - and turns the monster's head into a pincushion with a number of bladed weapons he'd withdrawn from his overcoat.
Fade to black as the man's vision fades, a smile lingers on his lips, and he says "Finally" as he dies ...
... cue a WTF moment as his eyes open again, when the girl suddenly sprouts a third eye in the middle of her forehead and sucks out his soul ...
Her name is Pai, and she just made him into her Wu.
His reaction?
"Oh, for fuck's sake, NOT AGAIN!!!!!!!"
His name is Manji, and he'd just killed his 1000th evil man, thereby freeing himself from the curse of immortality ...
... only for this to happen.
Poor, poor Benares.
---
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm