Light of the Jedi (Star Wars: The High Republic)

by Charles Soule

Hedda Casset died, not knowing if she had saved anyone at all.

this is how the opening chapter ends. i should have known star wars is never gonna be a happy story.

They were greeted by crowds, queues, ticket prices spiking to unattainable levels for all but the wealthiest, thanks to unscrupulous opportunists.

EAT THE RICH

Bright sighed. Peeples’s species had a radically unique understanding of humor—not the jokes themselves, which were often decent enough, but the appropriate moment to deploy them.

we’ve discovered our first autistic coded character everybody.

“It’s full of people,” Nib finished. “And they’re alive.”

i mean i kind of knew it, but my jaw still dropped.

Avar Kriss was still on the ship’s bridge, still serving as the point of connection for the Jedi in the system, letting them sense one another’s presence and location and emotional states.

i think i’m in love with this woman.

Elzar Mann’s general unwillingness to take the time to explain whatever he was trying to do … well, some in the Order found him frustrating to deal with. Avar believed that might explain his continued status as a Jedi Knight rather than a Master.

anakin?

“Is that really helpful?” said his copilot, Pikka Adren, second-in-command of the Aurora III and first-in-command of his heart.

man’s loves his wife

Bright couldn’t understand Binary

neither can i