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Ben's droid is called GeeGee, is that a reference to WeeGee (Katarn's droid)?
Or a GooberGate dig? Ahh fuck it who cares...
Star Wars Griefing Thread (SPOILERS) - Safety off
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Or a GooberGate dig? Ahh fuck it who cares...
Jub-Jub
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These are speed holes, they make the
Zaryiu
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Would anyone be interested in me posting my reaction to the Real EU products? I mean comics, stories, video games ect? I feel like going through it and as i said if anyone cares i can report on my first impressions
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Go for it! This whole shitshow had me interested in the EU but I have no idea where to start tbh.
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Was it their intention to make Snoke look like a creepy sex-pervert, or accidentally making a fatherly gesture look like a creepy sex thing?
Snoke lives in a green house and looks like an old lady.
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I guess it was trying to make snoke more unsettling and creepy, but the illustrations and story can also be taken as some fujoshi fan-art/fan-fic.
Sure, I would love to see your reactions to both good and bad eu products.
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In that case, good job! I still have no idea if that's Snokes hair or some kinda hat?
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"Anyone who doesn't like The Last Jedi is a troll!"
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So, out of sheer morbid curiosity I have to ask, why did the Rat's minions drop most of the EU material again? If you want a stronk wahmen in your Star Wars movie Mara Jade is right there. If you want an interesting Jedi character that doesn't have a creepy pedo stare like Kylo Ren did then Kyle Katarn is also there. To the Rat's credit, they did decide to keep Admiral Thrawn in the canon.
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Imagine saying unironically that The Rise Of Skywalker is comparable to Avengers Endgame.
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Imagine either being your favorite movie of all time.
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Rotten tomatoes 3 days ago- 86% audience liked with 20k votes. Tonight 86% liked with 40k votes. Yea fuck RT.
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I know many people have discussed this but I want to bring my hat in the ring for some ideas on how to improve the Sequel Trilogy though these are incomplete ideas
- Keep Rey as an OP Jedi but she would still be a flawed character and not really be in control of her powers due to being a reckless and more cocky character with her character arc about growing more humble and wise throughout the trilogy. She could even be a reckless fighter but lose due to her opponents relying on their wits then brute force which Rey could pick up in her fights.
- Finn’s Stormtrooper arc has been talked to death as a good rewrite opportunity but it could be about a man who was part of the remnants of the Empire due to believing that the Empire would be a more reliable form of government compared to the New Republic’s incompetence and would want to support his family. Over the films he could grow to fight for the cause and initially join the good guys either due to being separated from his crew and wanting to blend in or was a spy. He’d feel remorse over those he killed.
- Show The New Republic being incompetent by having only a small number of scenes showing bureaucratic corruption or show the effects of their mismanagement on the galaxy without dragging out the politics like in the prequels.
- Have the First Order be like Space ISIS and they start off as weak villains but are trying to get resources to make a super weapon that would make them intimidating or a more credible threat to the galaxy at large so they’d be a small scale threat at first. The trilogy would show their progress in it with the second movie’s climax showing them completing it and showing the threat it poses by possibly destroying planets, maybe those the characters spent time on to actually get a personal feeling about the planets blowing up.
- Snoke could be a Sith Lord who had been biding his time during the Empire to make his move and took advantage of the remnants of the Empire to form the First Order in secret by establishing his power with the force to them and using charisma to win them over, having a cult of personality of sorts, this could be used to justify getting Kylo by promising him a more ideal galaxy compared to the current state of things as it could make Kylo sympathetic in how he would believe his actions would make the galaxy a better place.
These are admittedly half baked ideas that I’m unsure would be good, but feel could improve the sequel trilogy.
- Keep Rey as an OP Jedi but she would still be a flawed character and not really be in control of her powers due to being a reckless and more cocky character with her character arc about growing more humble and wise throughout the trilogy. She could even be a reckless fighter but lose due to her opponents relying on their wits then brute force which Rey could pick up in her fights.
- Finn’s Stormtrooper arc has been talked to death as a good rewrite opportunity but it could be about a man who was part of the remnants of the Empire due to believing that the Empire would be a more reliable form of government compared to the New Republic’s incompetence and would want to support his family. Over the films he could grow to fight for the cause and initially join the good guys either due to being separated from his crew and wanting to blend in or was a spy. He’d feel remorse over those he killed.
- Show The New Republic being incompetent by having only a small number of scenes showing bureaucratic corruption or show the effects of their mismanagement on the galaxy without dragging out the politics like in the prequels.
- Have the First Order be like Space ISIS and they start off as weak villains but are trying to get resources to make a super weapon that would make them intimidating or a more credible threat to the galaxy at large so they’d be a small scale threat at first. The trilogy would show their progress in it with the second movie’s climax showing them completing it and showing the threat it poses by possibly destroying planets, maybe those the characters spent time on to actually get a personal feeling about the planets blowing up.
- Snoke could be a Sith Lord who had been biding his time during the Empire to make his move and took advantage of the remnants of the Empire to form the First Order in secret by establishing his power with the force to them and using charisma to win them over, having a cult of personality of sorts, this could be used to justify getting Kylo by promising him a more ideal galaxy compared to the current state of things as it could make Kylo sympathetic in how he would believe his actions would make the galaxy a better place.
These are admittedly half baked ideas that I’m unsure would be good, but feel could improve the sequel trilogy.
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Probably two reasons.
1. Making a new jumping off point for normies that haven't read 20 years worth of EU stuff, since the Mouse was probably afraid of anything to 'weird' or creative after the prequels (thanks Mike!)
2. So they won't have to pay royalties to EU writers and artists. Now they can change EU shit by 25% and claim it as original material.
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Both of this person's favorite movies "of all time" came out this year. I can't help but laugh at that, for obvious reasons. This person has got to be a 12 year-old or something. If this is a grown adult, then I have no words.
Secondly, while Endgame ain't perfect, it's Citizen Kane compared to Rise of Skywalker. If anything, Rise of Skywalker has shown us how Endgame could have gone very wrong.
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Agreed.
THE MASTER CALLS - 04 -
It always begins the same. a blasted world of sandstorms, the wind shrieking and hollow... before it changes to freezing cold. Hail. Ice pelting upon me, against my face. I remember Uncle Luke – Master Skywalker, telling me not to be afraid of the Dark Side. I remember those distant days... close to a decade past, when in his travels to establish a new Jedi Order, Uncle Luke came across a group of Force users who called themselves the Prophets of the Dark Side.
If the name wasn't a dead ringer for trouble... We found ourselves surrounded by them; the exploration party that consisted of myself, my uncle Luke Skywalker, along with the gifted Rodian Jedi Aruxul and the wandering force-sensitive vagabond Ticayan. The Prophets of the Dark Side... They styled themselves as scholars, a hermetic order which plumbed the secrets of the Force, but a better term describing them would have been cultists.
Both our Jedi compatriots drew their lightsabers immediately when we were surrounded by these adherents within their crumbling temple on the world of Dromund Kaas, but I remember how that fateful day would play out.
"Ticayan! Aruxul!" Uncle Luke gestured with his mechanical hand, telling them to stay their weapons. "If they wanted us dead, we would already be... and they have not made any aggressive overtures. We risk retaliation on their grounds." As Uncle Luke's voice trailed off, sensing the Force and trying to get a read on how many there were, soft footsteps and slow, deliberate clapping echoed the main chamber of the temple.
"Your wisdom that belies your years, precedes your reputation, Lord Skywalker." The slightly raspy, yet powerful voice commended my uncle. "The Jedi are indeed led by a man of considerable bearing." He was this towering, imposing figure... Clad in rough-hewn robes of gold and slippers. His eyes were brilliant blue, and his face... A good portion of it was ruined, sunken in, seemingly wasted away from the inside. Two figures flanked him, but we sensed others around us, waiting in the architecture of the temple, observing.
"Master Skywalker.” My uncle corrected the figure, seemingly the leader of this coven. “I don't believe we've met. To whom do we owe our apologies for this trespass into your temple?" Uncle Luke started, deferring to the man in gold with the ruined face. He raised his good eyebrow, and smiled, giving the ghost of a respectful bow of the head, but only briefly. "Your apologies are unnecessary, Master Skywalker. But we have not had visitors in our Church since the time of Lord Sidious and Vader."
At this, my uncle's face lit up with fascination from the unexpected news. "Darth Vader was here? It makes sense now that the concentration of the Force about this place feels pooled...almost congealed..." The gold-robed man gestured about, presenting the ruined temple, or church as he called it in an almost exasperated manner.
"Darth Vader and his master, Darth Sidious came to us, to me after the Jedi fell and the Republic of old was reorganized into the Empire. They came to bring us to heel, but left us alone when they saw that our Order was devoted to scholarly pursuits of the Force.” The man revealed, and we knew this was true – we felt it, the lived experience, movements of both Vader and Sidious walked in these chambers before, through the Force.
"Of the Dark Side." I interjected, and I felt all eyes on me.
"Ben...!" Uncle Luke started, taken aback by my curt observation. There was a flurry of movement above and about us, as the two robed figures at the leader's side leapt up and rejoined the coven – six in all – the followers of this foreboding order flitting between the broken stone and crumbling vestiges of the temple, as the gold-robed man smiled faintly and raised his hand, taking a step forward.
"My boy, Master Skywalker... The Jedi's failure and their subsequent destruction came from a refusal to address both sides of the Force." We felt the air around us change from uncomfortable gloom to a welcoming, almost warm undercurrent, but there was no mistaking its pull of raw power from a place I was warned of by my uncle.
"I for one am tired of the old ways where those of Ashla and Bogan would vie for dominance over one another." The gold-robed man's eyes were brilliant, and spoke nothing but sincerity and promise. Even now when I look back on it, I'd like to believe that he actually meant it. "I am Supreme Prophet Snoke of the Prophets of the Dark Side, and I welcome the son of Darth Vader and his followers to share in our knowledge of the Force."
We were taken aback by what was presented to us, but our nascent order was growing, having only eight of us at the moment- apart from the four of us present, we had the new student Kassida Bev, the force-sensitive ex-Imperial tracker Jerenn Col and the bounty hunters Badaf Yar and Rinigar Miett.
We were going to need all the knowledge that we could get.
"I accept your hospitality, Prophet Snoke." Uncle Luke began, but wary as well. He knew that the Dark Side had many tenets, and all of them were dangerous. "-but you will forgive my apprehension when it comes to those of matters such as these. We may confer at another time, soon perhaps. But know that my Academy on-"
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"Ben...?"
I am jolted from my reverie again... And the face of the girl called Rey greets mine, in the dim light of the familiar interiors of the ship I grew up in, the Millennium Falcon. My father's ship... Originally the property of the now-presiding Republic Statesman Landon Calrissian. The same Statesman that is hailing me through the holotable in front of the recliner I blacked out on.
"...well. You’re certainly you. You look like a mess, kid."
Statesman Calrissian drawled, looking nonplussed. Despite his new role and bearings, he was still the loveable scoundrel-turned-leader, just like my father. I grimaced, there was this phantom sensation of pain from the previous vision of the Force I shared with Rey.
"I am a mess."
I looked at Statesman Calrissian who was already giving me that halfway-smile which was his own. Part-sideways frown that made you aware he was disappointed in you, but at the same time it was enough to convey that he knew everything would work out, somehow, weirdly enough. It was his own way, but Ben knew that that was how smugglers like his father and Lando made sense of the Force.
"Calrissian." I began, before he raised a hand up halfway and stopped me.
"Acting Statesman Calrissian would do you a lot of good.”
He corrected me tersely, before he broke into that grin of his.
“Good to have you back, kid. And not a moment too soon."
Rey was next to me on the recliner, as I took in the interiors of the Falcon again. It was surreal. To be back here, among ghosts in the Force I felt. I could feel mother and father amid the ship, Chewie, who was now in the cockpit alongside Poe and Finn, and the droids, C-3PO and R2-D2... They're all here. Always have been, always will be. Rey felt my thoughts, and motioned for me to gather myself rather than exert myself further, but I knew things could only get worse when Lando told us of what the First Order was up to.
"As you know, the First Order used Starkiller Base to wipe out the Hosnian System, but after the assault on the base and the Resistance's retreat from Crait, General Hux is now Supreme Leader." I winced, thinking how I've given the would-be Imperial all that he wanted after I bisected Snoke and fought alongside Rey.
"I bet he's happy to use his newfound power."
Lando raises an amused eyebrow, glancing about as some republic senators and captains wander into view before moving away. "Your wit serves you well, Solo. I hear you're journeying to Ahch-To. When you see Luke, tell him I said hi, will ya?" Lando smiled as I sensed the darkness creep ahead of the Falcon, that familiar feeling of dread which built that fateful night at the Jedi Temple.
"I will. I'll let Uncle Luke know that we stand ready if Hux brings his forces to bear down on Coruscant." Lando's smile is gone now, replaced with a serious tone as he corrects me. "When, kid. When. That womp rat is going to try to bear down all the Star Destroyers and M6 walkers he can on the big 'C to make the First Order legitimate in the eyes of the Galaxy." Lando straightened, and motioned to end transmission.
"We need Luke and yourself, kid. Now more than ever."
The transmission ended and I sat alone with Rey, with her looking worried. Ever since I've known her, I see the Force as something that burns bright... The brightness about her, yet the darkness... The latent underlying void of the Dark Side... It was there, within her, almost as if it was intermingling with the light. Yet there was no doubt that the proportion of the formal terms used, the Ashla, was superficially dwarfed by the sheer volume of Bogan that was inherent in her.
"You're quiet... Again..." She said at last, avoiding looking at me. She knew I was looking at her in that way, using the Force to see the energies about us. "S-sorry. It's a habit." I manage, and then I realize that her protective friend Finn might be worried about her, or maybe jealous due to the amount of time and proximity were spending together. "You should go check on Finn and Poe." I start to create excuses for her. "Chewie might need help keeping the droids from taking the Falcon apart." She laughs softly, and it is a good sound. I hear the echoes of Ashla from her laughter, earnest and true.
"Very funny, Ben. But I'd rather make sure you're alright. I know what it's like to be alone with no one to talk to or make sure you're okay."
There is a sense of... dread I felt when she spoke those words. She was as forthcoming and well-meaning as anyone is, but the... Words themselves... Suspect. I find myself thinking it might be my own recovery from being Kylo Ren- paranoid, second-guessing others and always sensing what could be when it was nothing... Yet there was this nagging feeling, that all this time, she being the catalyst for Finn's throwing in with the Resistance, Poe's friendship with her over the course of their adventures on Crait and Canto Bight before I; as Kylo Ren, captured her for my master Snoke, and now my redemption with her help. She was there throughout it all, guiding us through the reawakened Force.
I couldn't help but wonder if there was more to Rey than she let on... Or that she even knew of herself. "Ben. Come on. You can tell me anything- us- anything. I sensed Snoke there and you did too. Why are we going back to Ahch-To when Master Skywalker is now probably on… that other world, where he said he needed to recover something? Why didn't he bring us with him?" I got up and took stock of myself, dusting off my tunic which was made out of a similar material to grandfather's insulated suit. Frowning slightly, I explained to Rey what we both felt... What she saw partially.
"Uncle Luke has gone to Dromund Kaas to investigate if something from the old temple there might not be a singular relic, but one of a series of it." I explain as best I can to Rey, about the possibility of artifacts of a time-lost civilization which could close unstable rifts in space to facilitate stable hyperspace travel, or even wounds in the Force which threatened planets. "If I know Uncle Luke, he'll return with what we need.” Rey still didn't see the logic in him going alone. "He could've brought you and me there-"
"NO!"
The ship became quiet. Rey was taken aback at my outburst, and before long Finn and Poe appeared, asking what was wrong and if everything is alright. They were suspicious of me, worried for their friend Rey. In their shoes, I'd be the same. But Rey saw it... The fear and the pain still fresh in my mind, she saw it in my eyes.
For Kylo Ren, going to Dromund Kaas was nothing, but for me to revisit the place as Ben Solo... Uncle Luke was right in going alone. "I’m… still recovering from the hold that the Dark Side had me in when I was Kylo Ren. Uncle Lu-" I realize I've been referring to him in an all too familiar manner, and quickly correct myself. "-Master Skywalker thought that with my recent escape from Bogan, journeying to Dromund Kaas may cause me to revert back to Kylo Ren."
Poe and Finn spoke now, curious, concerned... Unconvinced. "O-kay.” Poe started, putting his thumbs through his belt like my grandfather Anakin did in his time as Darth Vader, to assert control over a situation which seemed chaotic. “You mentioned ‘Bogan’. I’ve never heard of that planet, though.” Finn nodded in agreement, his face stoic and determined as always. “Yeah. What's there on that other planet Dromund Kaas that would make it so severe...?" Finn questioned. I rolled my eyes, annoyed. This was no time to argue with the pilot, the soldier and the scavenger. I reached out my hand to the three of them and invited them to see the past.
"Let me show you..."
It always begins the same. a blasted world of sandstorms, the wind shrieking and hollow... before it changes to freezing cold. Hail. Ice pelting upon me, against my face. I remember Uncle Luke – Master Skywalker, telling me not to be afraid of the Dark Side. I remember those distant days... close to a decade past, when in his travels to establish a new Jedi Order, Uncle Luke came across a group of Force users who called themselves the Prophets of the Dark Side.
If the name wasn't a dead ringer for trouble... We found ourselves surrounded by them; the exploration party that consisted of myself, my uncle Luke Skywalker, along with the gifted Rodian Jedi Aruxul and the wandering force-sensitive vagabond Ticayan. The Prophets of the Dark Side... They styled themselves as scholars, a hermetic order which plumbed the secrets of the Force, but a better term describing them would have been cultists.
Both our Jedi compatriots drew their lightsabers immediately when we were surrounded by these adherents within their crumbling temple on the world of Dromund Kaas, but I remember how that fateful day would play out.
"Ticayan! Aruxul!" Uncle Luke gestured with his mechanical hand, telling them to stay their weapons. "If they wanted us dead, we would already be... and they have not made any aggressive overtures. We risk retaliation on their grounds." As Uncle Luke's voice trailed off, sensing the Force and trying to get a read on how many there were, soft footsteps and slow, deliberate clapping echoed the main chamber of the temple.
"Your wisdom that belies your years, precedes your reputation, Lord Skywalker." The slightly raspy, yet powerful voice commended my uncle. "The Jedi are indeed led by a man of considerable bearing." He was this towering, imposing figure... Clad in rough-hewn robes of gold and slippers. His eyes were brilliant blue, and his face... A good portion of it was ruined, sunken in, seemingly wasted away from the inside. Two figures flanked him, but we sensed others around us, waiting in the architecture of the temple, observing.
"Master Skywalker.” My uncle corrected the figure, seemingly the leader of this coven. “I don't believe we've met. To whom do we owe our apologies for this trespass into your temple?" Uncle Luke started, deferring to the man in gold with the ruined face. He raised his good eyebrow, and smiled, giving the ghost of a respectful bow of the head, but only briefly. "Your apologies are unnecessary, Master Skywalker. But we have not had visitors in our Church since the time of Lord Sidious and Vader."
At this, my uncle's face lit up with fascination from the unexpected news. "Darth Vader was here? It makes sense now that the concentration of the Force about this place feels pooled...almost congealed..." The gold-robed man gestured about, presenting the ruined temple, or church as he called it in an almost exasperated manner.
"Darth Vader and his master, Darth Sidious came to us, to me after the Jedi fell and the Republic of old was reorganized into the Empire. They came to bring us to heel, but left us alone when they saw that our Order was devoted to scholarly pursuits of the Force.” The man revealed, and we knew this was true – we felt it, the lived experience, movements of both Vader and Sidious walked in these chambers before, through the Force.
"Of the Dark Side." I interjected, and I felt all eyes on me.
"Ben...!" Uncle Luke started, taken aback by my curt observation. There was a flurry of movement above and about us, as the two robed figures at the leader's side leapt up and rejoined the coven – six in all – the followers of this foreboding order flitting between the broken stone and crumbling vestiges of the temple, as the gold-robed man smiled faintly and raised his hand, taking a step forward.
"My boy, Master Skywalker... The Jedi's failure and their subsequent destruction came from a refusal to address both sides of the Force." We felt the air around us change from uncomfortable gloom to a welcoming, almost warm undercurrent, but there was no mistaking its pull of raw power from a place I was warned of by my uncle.
"I for one am tired of the old ways where those of Ashla and Bogan would vie for dominance over one another." The gold-robed man's eyes were brilliant, and spoke nothing but sincerity and promise. Even now when I look back on it, I'd like to believe that he actually meant it. "I am Supreme Prophet Snoke of the Prophets of the Dark Side, and I welcome the son of Darth Vader and his followers to share in our knowledge of the Force."
We were taken aback by what was presented to us, but our nascent order was growing, having only eight of us at the moment- apart from the four of us present, we had the new student Kassida Bev, the force-sensitive ex-Imperial tracker Jerenn Col and the bounty hunters Badaf Yar and Rinigar Miett.
We were going to need all the knowledge that we could get.
"I accept your hospitality, Prophet Snoke." Uncle Luke began, but wary as well. He knew that the Dark Side had many tenets, and all of them were dangerous. "-but you will forgive my apprehension when it comes to those of matters such as these. We may confer at another time, soon perhaps. But know that my Academy on-"
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"Ben...?"
I am jolted from my reverie again... And the face of the girl called Rey greets mine, in the dim light of the familiar interiors of the ship I grew up in, the Millennium Falcon. My father's ship... Originally the property of the now-presiding Republic Statesman Landon Calrissian. The same Statesman that is hailing me through the holotable in front of the recliner I blacked out on.
"...well. You’re certainly you. You look like a mess, kid."
Statesman Calrissian drawled, looking nonplussed. Despite his new role and bearings, he was still the loveable scoundrel-turned-leader, just like my father. I grimaced, there was this phantom sensation of pain from the previous vision of the Force I shared with Rey.
"I am a mess."
I looked at Statesman Calrissian who was already giving me that halfway-smile which was his own. Part-sideways frown that made you aware he was disappointed in you, but at the same time it was enough to convey that he knew everything would work out, somehow, weirdly enough. It was his own way, but Ben knew that that was how smugglers like his father and Lando made sense of the Force.
"Calrissian." I began, before he raised a hand up halfway and stopped me.
"Acting Statesman Calrissian would do you a lot of good.”
He corrected me tersely, before he broke into that grin of his.
“Good to have you back, kid. And not a moment too soon."
Rey was next to me on the recliner, as I took in the interiors of the Falcon again. It was surreal. To be back here, among ghosts in the Force I felt. I could feel mother and father amid the ship, Chewie, who was now in the cockpit alongside Poe and Finn, and the droids, C-3PO and R2-D2... They're all here. Always have been, always will be. Rey felt my thoughts, and motioned for me to gather myself rather than exert myself further, but I knew things could only get worse when Lando told us of what the First Order was up to.
"As you know, the First Order used Starkiller Base to wipe out the Hosnian System, but after the assault on the base and the Resistance's retreat from Crait, General Hux is now Supreme Leader." I winced, thinking how I've given the would-be Imperial all that he wanted after I bisected Snoke and fought alongside Rey.
"I bet he's happy to use his newfound power."
Lando raises an amused eyebrow, glancing about as some republic senators and captains wander into view before moving away. "Your wit serves you well, Solo. I hear you're journeying to Ahch-To. When you see Luke, tell him I said hi, will ya?" Lando smiled as I sensed the darkness creep ahead of the Falcon, that familiar feeling of dread which built that fateful night at the Jedi Temple.
"I will. I'll let Uncle Luke know that we stand ready if Hux brings his forces to bear down on Coruscant." Lando's smile is gone now, replaced with a serious tone as he corrects me. "When, kid. When. That womp rat is going to try to bear down all the Star Destroyers and M6 walkers he can on the big 'C to make the First Order legitimate in the eyes of the Galaxy." Lando straightened, and motioned to end transmission.
"We need Luke and yourself, kid. Now more than ever."
The transmission ended and I sat alone with Rey, with her looking worried. Ever since I've known her, I see the Force as something that burns bright... The brightness about her, yet the darkness... The latent underlying void of the Dark Side... It was there, within her, almost as if it was intermingling with the light. Yet there was no doubt that the proportion of the formal terms used, the Ashla, was superficially dwarfed by the sheer volume of Bogan that was inherent in her.
"You're quiet... Again..." She said at last, avoiding looking at me. She knew I was looking at her in that way, using the Force to see the energies about us. "S-sorry. It's a habit." I manage, and then I realize that her protective friend Finn might be worried about her, or maybe jealous due to the amount of time and proximity were spending together. "You should go check on Finn and Poe." I start to create excuses for her. "Chewie might need help keeping the droids from taking the Falcon apart." She laughs softly, and it is a good sound. I hear the echoes of Ashla from her laughter, earnest and true.
"Very funny, Ben. But I'd rather make sure you're alright. I know what it's like to be alone with no one to talk to or make sure you're okay."
There is a sense of... dread I felt when she spoke those words. She was as forthcoming and well-meaning as anyone is, but the... Words themselves... Suspect. I find myself thinking it might be my own recovery from being Kylo Ren- paranoid, second-guessing others and always sensing what could be when it was nothing... Yet there was this nagging feeling, that all this time, she being the catalyst for Finn's throwing in with the Resistance, Poe's friendship with her over the course of their adventures on Crait and Canto Bight before I; as Kylo Ren, captured her for my master Snoke, and now my redemption with her help. She was there throughout it all, guiding us through the reawakened Force.
I couldn't help but wonder if there was more to Rey than she let on... Or that she even knew of herself. "Ben. Come on. You can tell me anything- us- anything. I sensed Snoke there and you did too. Why are we going back to Ahch-To when Master Skywalker is now probably on… that other world, where he said he needed to recover something? Why didn't he bring us with him?" I got up and took stock of myself, dusting off my tunic which was made out of a similar material to grandfather's insulated suit. Frowning slightly, I explained to Rey what we both felt... What she saw partially.
"Uncle Luke has gone to Dromund Kaas to investigate if something from the old temple there might not be a singular relic, but one of a series of it." I explain as best I can to Rey, about the possibility of artifacts of a time-lost civilization which could close unstable rifts in space to facilitate stable hyperspace travel, or even wounds in the Force which threatened planets. "If I know Uncle Luke, he'll return with what we need.” Rey still didn't see the logic in him going alone. "He could've brought you and me there-"
"NO!"
The ship became quiet. Rey was taken aback at my outburst, and before long Finn and Poe appeared, asking what was wrong and if everything is alright. They were suspicious of me, worried for their friend Rey. In their shoes, I'd be the same. But Rey saw it... The fear and the pain still fresh in my mind, she saw it in my eyes.
For Kylo Ren, going to Dromund Kaas was nothing, but for me to revisit the place as Ben Solo... Uncle Luke was right in going alone. "I’m… still recovering from the hold that the Dark Side had me in when I was Kylo Ren. Uncle Lu-" I realize I've been referring to him in an all too familiar manner, and quickly correct myself. "-Master Skywalker thought that with my recent escape from Bogan, journeying to Dromund Kaas may cause me to revert back to Kylo Ren."
Poe and Finn spoke now, curious, concerned... Unconvinced. "O-kay.” Poe started, putting his thumbs through his belt like my grandfather Anakin did in his time as Darth Vader, to assert control over a situation which seemed chaotic. “You mentioned ‘Bogan’. I’ve never heard of that planet, though.” Finn nodded in agreement, his face stoic and determined as always. “Yeah. What's there on that other planet Dromund Kaas that would make it so severe...?" Finn questioned. I rolled my eyes, annoyed. This was no time to argue with the pilot, the soldier and the scavenger. I reached out my hand to the three of them and invited them to see the past.
"Let me show you..."
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Your idea is good and I like it. But I don't think Hollywood would. The reason being that their preferred narrative is that the Establishment is always the villain, the
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The only other reboot from recent years that's been remotely good is Blade Runner 2049, and for good reason. Like Dredd, the team behind it approached it with genuine respect for the original, and they spent their time working out how exactly the world of Blade Runner could have progressed over the thirty years since the first movie. There wasn't some corporate team meddling in every aspect of the production, it wasn't focus-tested to appeal to as broad an audience as possible, it was simply produced with an artistic vision in mind. It had a complex and engaging story, interesting characters, memorable performances (even from Harrison Ford!), beautiful special effects, and a fantastic score. It's one of the few movies I've seen multiple times in the theater; my friend and I went and saw it two nights in a row because we loved it so much.
Unfortunately, probably due to its three-hour runtime and R-rating, it underperformed somewhat at the box office, and in modern Hollywood, if you're not blowing away the producers' financial expectations, then it's considered a failure. I think it's been talked up more post-release, however, and I know I've recommended it to many people (even bought my dad a copy for Christmas that year).
Reboots don't fail just because they're reboots. I mean, The Thing is a classic example of a reboot done well (and then The Thing (2011) is a good example of a reboot done horribly). It's the fact that most reboots are just cynical cash grabs banking on brand recognition that causes them to fail. Hollywood has become increasingly risk-averse over the years, as you've no doubt noticed. I'm guessing that the financial records for the major studios are a house of cards just waiting to collapse, and they're doing their best to stave that off by going for the safest options all the time: rehash things that the public knows so they feel secure in going to the theater and buying a ticket. Why take a gamble on this weird movie you've never heard about when you can recognize a rebooted title that you figure you'll probably enjoy?
But again, that's the cynical cash grab reboot, and not all are bad. As I see it, you have two good options for reboots. The first is to tell an updated version of a classic story that might have been forgotten, something the public won't really be aware is a reboot, effectively making a new movie at that point. The second is to provide a twist on an older story, approach it from a new angle, perhaps a prequel or sequel story that fleshes its world out more. This latter approach is what Disney has been trying to do.
But above all, you need to have respect for the original story you're trying to remake, something that Disney Wars fails at on multiple levels. It's clear that nobody involved with the production actually cared about Star Wars, or only cared enough that they could shoehorn their own politics and dumb ideas into it in classic SJW parasitic behavior. In the seven years since Disney bought Lucasfilm, we've seen pretty much everything we loved from the OT, the PT, and the EU be torn down, emasculated, destroyed, and discarded. These fuckers couldn't even stop themselves from ruining Porkins, for Christ's sake.
Unless something major shakes things up at the major studios, don't expect to see the end of the reboot plague anytime soon. As has been pointed out before, Star Wars wouldn't get the green light today.
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Not sure if this is Star-Wars related, but I'm gonna say this anyway as it needs to be said, every company fails at some point.
This is the second disappointment I witnessed from them after Disney+ launched to pirates enjoying torrented copies of The Mandalorian while proper customers had troubles even just logging in before various accounts got hijacked for sale on the black market the second day.
As for why Disney is monopolizing cinema generally, it might have to do with keeping their stock (Stock code: DIS) price high and ensure that money's coming in to keep shareholders happy. As everything naturally ebbs and flows, I have a belief that monopolization to maintain their current stock will be a mere futility exercise.
The picture below is the stock price as of 01:43 PT on 24 December 2019.
This is the second disappointment I witnessed from them after Disney+ launched to pirates enjoying torrented copies of The Mandalorian while proper customers had troubles even just logging in before various accounts got hijacked for sale on the black market the second day.
As for why Disney is monopolizing cinema generally, it might have to do with keeping their stock (Stock code: DIS) price high and ensure that money's coming in to keep shareholders happy. As everything naturally ebbs and flows, I have a belief that monopolization to maintain their current stock will be a mere futility exercise.
The picture below is the stock price as of 01:43 PT on 24 December 2019.