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August 19 - August 21, 2018
That was the most bitter irony of war: The greatest acts of love for your family were the ones that kept you apart from them.
Annoyed with rebel propaganda that showed Imperials to be poor shots—frankly, the stormtroopers could do with more targeting drills—fleet bureaucrats had issued a new policy that tied gunnery officers’ promotions to their kill ratios.
“But if the plans are on that escape pod, how is documenting the rest of the ship helpful?” I knew then exactly how my teacher felt back when I was a kid and I just couldn’t see the point of “showing my work” on tests.
“Maybe. But you know, I’ve always wanted to know what it’s like to fire the guns on this thing. Even datawork wizards like pew-pew-pew, you know?”
life on Tatooine is as difficult as you’d expect from a planet where moisture is scarce to the point of deserving its own economy.
The droid’s trail passed not far from a place, the chieftain said, where an entire camp of Tuskens had been mysteriously massacred in the night, many cycles before.
Every person Obi-Wan ever truly loved—Anakin, Satine, Padmé, and Qui-Gon himself—came to a terrible end.
As Obi-Wan will soon learn, the most beautiful form of mastery is the art of letting go.
I may be a country girl who’s never been offplanet, but even I’m aware that when a Jedi walks up to you and says, “Here, have a baby,” it’s not going to end well.
[Ed. Note: Since the writing of this memoir, Jabba the Hutt has been murdered by an unknown assassin within his palace. Jabba the Hutt cannot be thanked anymore. Still, the author requested we leave this entreaty in the text.]
And here I’d thought this place was better than Jabba’s. (Say what you will about the slug, he didn’t mind if we were startled out of tune when he murdered someone.)
“You just watch yourself. We’re wanted men! I have the death sentence on twelve systems!” Wuher thought: Who says that? Who announces that they’re a gods-blamed criminal with a death sentence? Might as well print your bounty number across your head, make yourself a target to every whackjob with a debt to pay.
Wuher gave the cantina over to the night-shift barkeep, a tough old broad named Ackmena who lived out on the Delkin Ridge with her wife, Sorschi.
A teenage girl enters, looking around, eyes wide as dying stars, skin radiant with the flush of youth. The Muftak knows she’s never been here before because she tries bringing her golden interpreter droid in with her. An old man who should know better follows. The Muftak looks at this girl and tries to imagine how much money she and her ancient father could have between them, how much he could swindle or steal.
the Old Man ignites the air and slices into Ponda Baba and Dr. Evazan with pure light before they can lay a hand on his daughter’s flowing flaxen locks.
Mama Fett didn’t raise any fools. Strictly speaking, my mama was a birthing pod, but you get the point.
If we didn’t we’d be summarily executed, remember? Or long-distance choke-smashed by your beloved archwizard woo-woo-in-chief.
“These are not the droids you’re looking for,” Old Guy says. And he was right. He was so right. It was like, of course they’re not! 110 agreed and then Old Guy says that he can go about his business, and I’m like Yes! Yes, Old Guy! Say that! And 110 agrees again! Word for word in fact! “Move along,” this remarkable little geezer says. Commander 110 nods. “Move along.” And then, because he’s 110 and he can’t help himself, he repeats it for good measure.
Show a man a blaster, and he looked for a way to take it for himself and turn it on you. Tell a man he can fight in court, and nine times out of ten he’ll disappear just to avoid the tediousness.
I do not welcome Lord Vader quite literally attempting to shove his religious beliefs down my throat.
He found my lack of faith disturbing? I have never claimed to be an adherent to his sect. I found his lack of faith in this military installation disturbing.
BIOFORM VOICE COMMAND “you just wait buddy you’ll see” LOGGED. SYNTACTICAL ANALYSIS: RHETORICAL. NO RESPONSE REQUIRED
BIOFORM VOICE QUERY “you can still find your way around, ideally without barreling into passersby and causing them undue mental and physical anguish as you have me” PRIORITY ALPHA ONE LOGGED. SYNTACTICAL ANALYSIS: SARCASTIC BUT NOT RHETORICAL. RESPONSE REQUIRED, AFFIRMATIVE: Beepbeep.
BIOFORM VOICE QUERY “i should probably butch it up a bit though right” LOGGED. SYNTACTICAL ANALYSIS: INCONCLUSIVE. INSUFFICIENT DATA
And worst of all, Luke, as I am now, an old man, his face creased, his eyes haunted. He’s cut off from those who love him, consumed by regret and sorrow. It is too much to bear, a future I never want to see.
Yeah.......same.
Age, he thought, has its advantages. More and more want the young, but less and less need the old.
There was little he loved to dwell upon more than the thought of young Skywalker coming into herself, learning of the powers that lay deep within her, and perhaps bringing to the galaxy a new age that she could not even hope to imagine.
And there was the other Skywalker to watch over—impetuous, headstrong, unruly, inattentive. He needed Obi-Wan’s eye on him. Unlike the other, whose strength and will and clarity showed all the markings of a great Jedi.
“I want you to train young Skywalker.” Yoda felt his heart thrill. He had not imagined it could have happened, but here it was. “Yes.” “You agree so quickly?” “Long have I wanted to train her.” “Master, I want you to train Luke.” Yoda looked at the shimmering face. “No,” he said. He stamped his cane on the floor. “That is not the one. Not ready is he.”
“The other Skywalker I would train. She is ready.” Obi-Wan shook his head again.
“Look, Master Kenobi. Look. Old and ugly. What see you?” Obi-Wan leaned down close. “A luminous being,” he said. “Humph,” said Yoda, and closed his eyes again. “Annoying, one’s own words to use against him. A bad feeling I have about that.”
“They’re in everyone’s business, aren’t they?” “Not mine,” Lando said. “I stay clear. That is my business.” “Oh really?” Jaff said. “I thought it was losing at cards.”
Lando was safe, at least for the time it took for the bar’s patrons to obtain and consume their drinks. You don’t shoot the guy buying the booze. Usually.
Imperial defectors were already showing up, horror woken by the carnage the Empire’s now destroyed superweapon had wreaked.
