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well it's love, make it hurt - chapter seventeen

well it's love, make it hurt series

seventeen: it's you I can't deny

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dom!Din Djarin x sub!f!reader

Words: 4.7k

Summary: You and Din learn to know each other again.

Warnings: bdsm, d/s dynamics, enthusiastic consent, preestablished safeword etc, dom!din djarin x sub!reader, soft din djarin, din djarin is a good dad, long distance relationship, vaginal sex, oral (m & f receiving), communication, angst, major life decisions, author plays god with the timelines (sorry), canon adjacent?, canon divergence?, no use of y/n

a/n: my friends, this is the end. the epilogue will be posted on December 18.

i love you, and thank you for spending time with these two. it means more to me than you'll ever know.

also um just bear with me about what I've done to the canon timeline. it's only a little wonky.

also on ao3

dividers by @saradika-graphics

9 ABY - Fall

Despite his intentions, you don’t talk every day. It’s just not feasible. And maybe nights pass when you’re already asleep when he calls, but if it happens, he doesn’t mention it. You think he’s still afraid to scare you.

What scares you is how much you wouldn’t mind, and even that isn’t so frightening these days. This is easy, far easier than having to be stuck in hyperspace while you learn how to know him again.

When you ask him to tell you the story of how the kid became more than a bounty, you can hear the smile in his agreement. Can hear how glad he is that you want to talk to him, that you want to know.

He tells you the whole thing, and another night, he tells you about the Purge.

You didn’t ask about that one, could never have. It’s an awful, agonizing story, and it leaves you raw. But it feels important that he shared it with you, allowed you to take on some of his pain, and bear witness to his sorrow.

One night, after a few of radio silence, he calls to tell you he’s in a town on Tatooine. There’s a sick anger in his voice as he describes the man who was not a Mandalorian and the agreement they made.

“Should have just killed him and taken it,” you grumble.

“I think he might be a good man,” Din admits.

It’s high praise, you think, coming from him. He might be the only good man you’ve ever met.

He promises to call after, and you don’t worry, even when several days go by.

You don’t.

The way your body feels warm for the first time in days when he finally calls has nothing to do with it.

You roll your eyes at his story, of how Vanth almost ruined the whole thing by refusing the Tuskens’ drink, of how he blows off defeating a krayt dragon as something simple. It surely wouldn’t have been without him, from the sounds of it.

Later, when he tells you the full story, you take back all of the compliments you had given his strategy and competency. (But you forgive him. He wasn’t wrong, really. You weren’t ready to hear it then.)

9 ABY - Winter

You tell him the things you held close before. The things you kept stitched up, that you thought would make you more of a person than an idea, if he knew them.

Some of them were the building blocks you knew would betray you—the day your parents died. The first time you sucked cock for food. Your first kill.

Stories you’d never shared and tried your best to forget.

Moreso, though, you try to share the little things. The things that you wouldn’t have had to share before when you lived your days side by side.

You bitch about bounties.

You gossip about your neighbor Moshi’s on-again-off-again relationship with the Rodian couple down the street (they’re on again right now—you know because you get a lot less sleep lately).

You tell him how you went to the market for new shoes and came back with a little gorg-shaped instrument that makes croaking sounds for the kid instead.

(“How loud is it?” he asks, with no small amount of apprehension. “Loud,” you tell him with a grin.)

He sulks a little the next time he calls. He wanted to see you before moving on, but the next lead was time-sensitive and drawn out.

“That’s too bad,” you say, voice soft and low.

“Yeah? Why’s that?” He almost restrains the hope in his voice.

You’d laugh, but you’re honestly a little nervous. But it’s easier to say this than any of the other things haunting your mind during those sleepless nights. “Oh, I don’t know. Been thinking a lot about having your cock in my mouth again.”

There’s a strangled groan from the other side of the comm. “Cyar’ika,” he warns.

“You don’t want me to get on my knees for you?”

“I do, but I can’t talk about this right now.”

“You don’t have to talk,” you say. “You can just listen.”

In the end, he has to lock himself in the fresher. When he can’t help but cum, you think you might understand why he likes to have power over you.

He does promise to get you back for it, though. If it’s supposed to be a threat, it’s not a very effective one.

But Din being Din, he throws you off balance. “Don’t you dare touch yourself until I get there,” he says after. “If—if that’s still alright.”

A shudder runs through you. “Yes, sir,” you whisper. It aches in your throat on the way out, but you’re not afraid.

He means to tease you next time. Instead, you know something’s wrong as soon as he calls.

He deflects. He’s not ready to think about it, about Bo-Katan Kryze and what she had said about his people. You let him change the subject without pushing it, but he knows you’re not happy about it.

And he knows that not knowing will be worse for you. That you’ll think he just doesn’t want to talk to you. That you’ll simply shut him back out.

So he tells you. He tells you how angry he is at them for their disrespect. “It’s got to do with why our people were so divided before,” he admits. “I can accept that they have different beliefs about what it means to be a Mandalorian. But—”

“But they didn’t have to be such bitches about it! She straight up said ‘cult’?”

He laughs. Your righteous indignance soothes his anger. “You going to fight her for me, sweetheart?”

“What, you don’t think I could take her?”

“Well, she’s got head-to-toe beskar.”

“But she takes the helmet off, so all ll I have to do is punch her in the face.”

He can’t help but laugh again, grinning foolishly in the empty hull of the Crest.

“You know, you’re being pretty rude to someone ready to fight a trained warrior for disrespecting you.”

“I’m not. I just—thank you.”

“You’ve lost it.” You roll your eyes when he just laughs again.

“I might have,” he admits when he’s settled down. It wasn’t really funny, after all. But the abrupt switch from betrayed fury to the overwhelming affection made him feel happier than he had in a long time.

“Hey,” he says, suddenly soft and serious.

“What?”

“I miss you.” It was the first time he had said anything of the sort on these calls. But the danger of setting off your alarms, of causing you to run, seemed so much less these days.

You’re quiet for a moment. You let the feeling sink in and breathe through it. It’s okay, you remind yourself, it’s not a dangerous thing. He’s not asking you to run away with him.

He’s not asking you for anything.

“Yeah, I miss you, too,” you say. You’re quiet, like it’s a secret, and you guess it kind of was. A secret you’ve spilled now, and can’t just wash away.

He doesn’t know what to say. He said it because he wanted you to hear it, not because he ever imagined you’d admit it, too.

But he doesn’t have to figure it out. You surprise him again, and ask, “How far is Corvus?”

“From Batuu? I’m not sure. I’ll look it up later.”

“No, I meant from you, like how long until you get there.”

“Sweetheart, I’m not going there first. I’m coming to you.”

“Are you sure? Don’t delay your mission just because I—”

“I’m not delaying it because you miss me. I’m delaying it because there’s time and I miss you. The nav was set before I called.”

You meet him at the docking bay. Well, you time your dinner around his estimated arrival, but it’s basically the same thing. A compromise you made with yourself.

Rather than waiting there, feeling stupid in public, or waiting in your apartment, still feeling stupid but alone, you’d just get something to eat. Still, you can’t help but watch out for the Crest on the horizon. When you spot it, the nausea you’ve been fighting in the four days since he told you he was coming returns tenfold.

It doesn’t take him long to find you, sliding into the seat beside you. It’s all very smooth, the way he wraps an arm around your waist and presses his helmet briefly to your forehead.

You flush and try to focus on your tip yip and grains.

“You know,” he says, letting you go so you can eat. “If you want to fight people for disrespecting me, start with the di’kut trying to pass that stew off as Mandalorian. It’s a joke.”

You cover your mouth when you laugh so you don’t drop rice all over. “Oh, I know. I told him there was no way it was really Mandalorian. It was edible. My face didn’t even come close to melting off.”

He shakes his head, bumping his shoulder against yours. “It’s not my fault you can’t handle it.”

“Maybe you’re just a bad cook.”

“You never complained about anything else I made.”

“Well, yeah, almost anything’s better than ration packs.”

“It’s supposed to hurt,” he insists. “That’s what makes it tiingilar. It can’t be called tiingilar if it doesn’t make your sinuses burn.”

You grin up at him, eyes bright, before the look falls abruptly off your face, and you turn back to your food.

He’s not sure what he’s done.

But you take a minute, take a breath, and swallow down the terror. “Sorry, I got a little overwhelmed. It’s still weird, you know. To see you,” is what you finally say.

“It’s okay.”

From anyone else, you’d bristle at the platitude, but from Din… well, you know he means it. It really is just okay. You set down your spork. “He asleep?” You nod at the closed pram.

“Yeah, just fell asleep before we landed. Should be out for a while.”

Another grin creeps across your face, sly and pleased. “So, we’ve got a few hours?”

His fingers twitch into fists for a moment. “You, um. Are you done eating?”

You laugh, standing up and closing the lid of the takeout box. By the time he stands, you’re walking down the road. “You coming or what?”

He catches up with you easily, the pram trailing silently behind. “You first,” he promises, taking your free hand in his.

After he parks the pram in the living room, he stops and studies you, head tilted. “We don’t have to,” he starts. “I didn’t—I want to spend time with you, it doesn’t—”

“Din,” your voice is soft as you approach him, winding your arms around his neck. “I don’t think you’ve been talking to me practically every night for months, all just to get your dick wet.”

“I don’t want to screw this up.”

You don’t know what to say, so you pull down on his neck until he leans forward. You press your forehead to his helmet.

His hands find your waist and hold tight. For a moment, you find peace in the solidity of him after only having his voice for so long.

His embrace feels like coming home.

After several reassurances that yes, you did want this, he finally beckoned you to your bedroom without a sound. You found yourself knelt between his thighs at the end of the bed, moving on instinct with him and reading his intent in the line of his body.

“Open,” he says, voice soft but firm.

You obey. The command has you a little dizzy, and how is this so easy? So easy to slip right back into your place at his feet, so easy to just listen.

“Oh, cyar’ika,” he lifts your chin with two gloved fingers, “You want to be so good for me, don’t you?” He’s close enough like this that you can hear the way he croons, voice velvet beneath the crackle of the helmet.

You give a small nod, not wanting to knock his hand away. He rewards you by sliding it up to cup your cheek in his palm. You waver, but don’t melt completely, not yet.

“I know,” he says, running his thumb over your tongue. The glove is rough and metallic, and you whimper with the effort of keeping your jaw stretched open, aching to take whatever he’ll let you. He chuckles, shoving it further into your mouth.

“Go on then,” he says with a slight tip of his helmet. Immediately, you wrap your lips around his thumb, gently licking and sucking on the coarse tip, pushing it deeper so you can reach the leather at his knuckle.

“That’s it. You feel better already?”

You groan around your mouthful, eyes falling shut. He shifts his grip on your chin to the other hand in order to thrust the digit deeper, brushing against the roof of your mouth. It tickles in the worst way, and you attempt to choke down the cough by swallowing more of him. He pulls his thumb from your mouth.

Your heart sinks, but the whine that sneaks out is muffled by two long fingers, two long, bare fingers that are unceremoniously shoved down your throat. He curls them a little, pressing down on the back of your tongue, and lets out a soft groan when you fight the urge to gag by swallowing hard, the soft walls clenching around his fingers.

“There you go,” he whispers, bringing the other hand—now also bared—to hold the side of your face. Between the feeling of his skin against your cheek and the salty taste of his fingers on your tongue, you don’t even notice as you start to slip. Eyes fluttering shut. Drool leaking between his fingers from your stretched lips. He continues to murmur, but you hear little beyond the rumble of his voice.

He taps his hand lightly against your cheek, just firm enough to be on the sharp side. You blink, taking in the way he’s leaning back, head cocked to the side. He pulls the fingers out of your mouth and just sits there for a second.

Oh kriff. He asked you something. “Um,” and your voice creaks a little, “what?”

He shakes his head, neither cruel nor dismissive. “Cyar’ika,” the baritone is a notch lower, “I need you to stay with me for now.” His thumb rubs circles on your cheek. “I’ll help you down when we’re ready.”

“Okay,” you say, little more than a whisper.

“What do you say?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” His cock throbs a little when a shudder runs through you at the praise.

He can’t wait any longer. He doesn’t think you can, either. You're staring at the line of his cock through his flightsuit.

Despite his urgency, he moves slowly, making sure you’re following his hands as they rub over his length through the fabric. He chokes back a moan and is rewarded for his silence by hearing yours.

Your mouth is still open. Waiting. Your hands are on your knees, fingernails digging in through your trousers.

He pulls his cock out, and you whimper, but don’t falter. “Look at you,” he murmurs, holding himself in one hand and your chin in the other.

He doesn’t make you wait longer, can’t. He holds you in place, groaning as he settles himself on your tongue.

You moan at the taste, and he takes the opportunity to grab your hair and thrust in. You gag but don’t tap out, instead pushing forward to take him deeper.

“Fuck,” he moans, already panting with the effort to hold back. He tries to hold still, to let you take what you need from him. He can feel the way you’re still trying to pay penance for a sin he doesn’t think you’ve committed. He doesn’t like it, but it’s less desperate than when you begged him to hurt you for it, so he lets you offer yourself this way. It’s safer, controlled.

And he can’t say he’s not enjoying being the focus of your worship.

You think fleetingly of him asking you to stay present, and grab at his hand while you drool around his cock. With his fingers in your grasp, you tug a little and whine, throat fluttering around him.

“Go ahead, ner kar’ta,” he says, clasping your hand in his and stroking the other through your hair. “I’ve got you.”

So when you start feeling like you’ll float away, you let it happen. Your mind quiets in the way only he has ever helped you achieve, and with his hands tethering you, you give yourself to him completely.

He fucks into your mouth roughly, now. You take everything he gives, and more, still licking and sucking when he allows. When he abruptly pulls out, you whine but don’t move, swaying a little where you kneel, eyes closed.

“Up, cyar’ika,” he says, and helps you climb onto the bed. You peer up at him as he arranges you how he wants, arms above your head with your hands clasped, knees bent and spread wide at the end of the mattress.

He turns the light off.

“Oh, fuck,” you whisper.

The hiss of his helmet follows. Your window is closed, curtains drawn, and no light sneaks into the room. His hands find your thighs and squeeze, reassuring you of his closeness, and giving you warning as he sinks to his knees and licks from your cunt to your clit with no hesitation.

His hands slide down to hold you open, and it doesn’t take long before you’re begging. You had already been soaked from sucking his cock, anyway.

He pulls back minutely. “I don’t know, cyare, you weren’t very nice, teasing me the other night.”

“Please, sir, I’m sorry,” you cry.

His thumb flicks at your clit. “I’m just teasing you, pretty girl. Cum all you want tonight. I’ve got five years' worth to collect.”

And who the fuck just says things like that? But you don’t consider it long, because the second his tongue is back on you, you cum, crying his name.

It sounds just as irresistible as he imagined. He’s already starving, but it makes him ravenous.

He pulls two more orgasms from you before he stands up and sheathes his cock in your warm cunt, swearing as you bear down around him, pulling him in.

“Such a good girl,” he bends over you, your legs around his waist, and presses his lips to every inch of your skin that he can reach. His teeth catch on the line of your neck and the curve of your breast before capturing your bottom lip, pulling you open for him to push inside your mouth. He consumes without restraint, gorging himself on your moans and cries.

When he buries himself as deep as possible and cums, you join him, enveloping him in the heat of your release. He stays rooted inside you, looming over you, as you shake and start to cry.

It’s wrong, though.

It doesn’t feel like the way you used to crack open under his fingers and let him carve out all your distress. It’s not a burst of catharsis or a moment of blossoming under the deluge.

“Cyar’ika,” he cups your cheek. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry,” you plead between sobs that wrack your whole body. “I’m sorry. I thought I could do this, but I can’t.”

He carefully extracts himself and lays beside you, gathering you into his chest. “It’s okay. I understand,” he says, even though he thinks maybe something inside him isn’t going to survive this.

You don’t hold him back, arms folded into the space between you. But you do bury your face into him and sob until you can breathe again.

“Din,” you whimper. “I’m so sorry.”

“Can you tell me why?” he asks. He presses a kiss into your hair, though he knows he shouldn’t, not now.

You let out a shaky sigh that threatens to crack into a new round of cries. You shouldn’t let him; you should stop him, but the sobs get stuck in your throat and fade when he kisses you.

It gives you the nerve to speak. “I love you.”

He freezes, baffled. “What?”

“I love you, Din. I thought I could ignore everything and be happy with whatever you could give me, but I can’t do it again. I can’t.” You also can’t stop talking, now that you’re finally admitting it all to him and to yourself. “There’s no place for me in your life, and I just. I’m not doing that to myself. I can’t watch you leave again.”

“So come with me,” he whispers, both your hands clasped in his. It’s still flawlessly dark, but he has his sweaty forehead against yours, and you can feel the curve of his nose with your own. He steals a kiss. “Please, cyare.”

“My whole life is here,” you tell him again, but it feels like a lie with the way your lips chase his for more. Your apartment is here. Your possessions are here. But there wasn’t anything you couldn’t walk away from. That wasn’t really the issue.

“So keep it. Keep the apartment, the connections. We’ll come back after.”

“Din, I—” you try again. The words are scrambling to leave you, only restrained by the horrible anxiety of having to hear the truth spoken aloud.

“Tell me exactly what you’re afraid of, cyare. I can help. We’ve always been stronger together.”

“What happens after?”

“After what?”

“I don’t know. After. When you go home, and I can’t go with you. I can’t do the same thing again, Din; I’m not made for it. Not for what you’re asking me to give in between.” It wouldn’t—couldn’t be casual, this time. Not with the way his love for you has survived the last five years. And if you’re really honest, not with the way your love for him has survived, too.

It’s a petrifying thought. Except it isn’t quite. Not anymore. Maybe it’s why you’re confident in these boundaries, ready to admit you aren’t capable of the same untethered companionship. You’ve loved and lost him enough to know it has to be all or nothing.

And he can’t give you all. So it has to be nothing.

His shaky breath floods across your lips. “What if you could go with me?”

You sit back a little, but don’t pull your hands from his. His thumb is tapping against your knuckle. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t want you to think I’m putting any pressure on you. I just want to—it’s just an option, okay?”

“What’s an option, Din? You’re making me nervous.”

He takes another deep breath with a slow exhale. “I think I’ve told you before, but being a Mandalorian is a Creed. A choice. There are no rules about who can or can’t swear it, as long as they’re committed.” He pauses, and when you don’t react, he adds, “and you can walk away at any time. It doesn’t have to be until death. You just can’t come back if you leave.”

You do let go of his hands, now. Not because you’re pulling away from him, but because what you think he’s trying to say is overwhelming. You bury your face in your palms and try to parse his words.

“I’m sorry, that’s—I shouldn’t ask that much of you.”

You put a finger up and remember that he can’t really see. “Shh, just give me a second, okay?”

You mull the concept around. It seems like such a monumental thought, an idea of incredible ridiculousness.

But really, what would change about your life? You would hunt. You would carry a small arsenal of weapons.

What would you lose? The ability to show your face?

It meant nothing in comparison to what you could gain.

“What if I went through everything, and then you decide you don’t want me?”

“That won’t happen.”

“Din. I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

“No, ugh,” you grind your teeth. “I need to know, realistically.”

“Realistically? Then when you kick my ass for it, you’ll be in full beskar, and it’ll be a fair fight.”

You can’t help but laugh, even if it's a weak, shaky thing stolen from your breath.

“Cyar’ika. I have no intention of being apart from you if I can help it. But I promise that if something were to happen, there would still be a place for you with the Mandalorians. We don’t abandon our own.”

It doesn’t quite compute. He knows that. Knows the way that even before your parents died, there was no one else. Everyone always willing to cut you open and take. But, if you do this, you’ll learn.

And he wants so badly to give that to you. A family. One way or another.

He takes advantage of your silence, rolling onto his back and pulling you against him, tucked into his arm, where you should be. He kisses your hair and rubs a hand over your back, nails gliding gently over your shoulder blades. Every touch you let him steal while you think over his proposition gives him hope.

You’re not running. Not yet.

Maybe not ever.

But you don’t answer him that night. Instead, you let yourself be lulled to sleep by his warm body and soothing motions. He takes it as a good sign when you drift off.

The kid wakes first in the morning. It’s for the best, since he forgot to put his helmet back on when he fell asleep. Din regretfully slips out of bed, tucking you in. He helps himself to your kitchen and starts a pot of caf before working up a breakfast.

He’s frying eggs when he hears you up and moving around the bedroom. He keeps to his cooking, trying to temper his expectations by reminding himself that you very well may slip out the window.

But you don’t. You come out of the bedroom and sit on one of the metal stools tucked under your countertop.

“Good morning, cutie,” you say to the baby, who is sitting in your sink with the faucet running, filling a bowl, and dumping it out over and over. The drain is open, making sure no water accumulates, and he seems fascinated by the flow. He abandons it, however, when he sees you, cooing and reaching his hands out to you.

“I don’t know, buddy; let me grab a towel first.”

Din tosses you one from your drawer without breaking away from his task.

“Look at that,” you tell the baby. “Like magic.”

Din snorts under the helmet. If only you knew.

Actually, he thinks, he should probably tell you.

But later. When he’s not struggling to keep focus, pretending like his hands aren’t shaking, like he’s not waiting while you hold his heart in your palms and decide what to do with it.

While you dry the kid off and let him climb on your shoulders and head, he plates the meal, setting his own aside.

The kid lunges for the plate, but you catch him. “No way, it’s still hot. Be patient,” you tell him.

Din catches himself staring right as you do.

“What?” you say.

“Nothing,” he shakes his head and pries the kid off you, untangling his little claws from your sleep-addled braid so you can eat in peace.

You thank him quietly when he sets the plate in front of you, and you start to eat, though you mostly just push the food around with your fork.

“Did you mean it?” you ask finally.

“Completely.” His voice is thick and heavy with hope.

“You want me to become a Mandalorian.”

It’s not a question, but he answers it anyway. “Yes. I want you to come home with me. I want to be by your side, always, if you’ll have me.”

You hum, falling back into thought, and eat your breakfast. When you’ve finished, you push the plate away and stand up. “I’m going to get dressed. Let me know when you’re done eating.”

He knocks on your door ten minutes later, having taken an extra few minutes to wash the dishes. When you open it, you’re in one of your go-to hunting outfits, and your pack is strapped to your back.

“Okay. Let’s go.”

“Are you sure?”

“Completely. Take me home, Din.”

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Dincember - December 22: Decorations

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompt: Decorations

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You rack your mind for the name of the holiday. Life Day? No, but he’s familiar with it. Boonta Eve? No, that was something mentioned to him by the Tuskens.

“What should we say when he walks in?” you ask the little one sitting beside you. Grogu coos and offers what can only be a makeshift shrug. You huff and stare at the hatch. “You’re right. We’ll say whatever comes to us in the moment.”

And that moment comes much quicker than you think.

The hatch opens as if your excessive attention to it caused it to do so. Your hands tighten into fists on your lap, though your smile is impossible to contain. Even just one full day without Din makes his return long-awaited, especially now with such a surprise awaiting him. The shine of his beskar announces his presence as he steps into the hull.

“Welcome home,” you greet, grinning from ear-to-ear as you gesture with an arm to the view behind you. Din’s helmet looks your way and freezes, his gloved hand slowly setting the knapsack of supplies on a nearby cargo crate. The only sound that can be heard is the hatch closing behind him, a groan of old age and steam. You hold your breath.

When Din finally speaks, his voice is strained. “How did you find all this?” He takes a step closer, his visor reflecting the lights that intertwine with the branches you’d gathered.

“Well, some of it we had to make ourselves,” you answer, sharing a glance with an excited Grogu, “but the rest we found scattered around the marketplace.” You point a finger at Din. “You’re a hard man to avoid.”

Din’s gloved fingers flutter at his sides. “This is…” he gives his helmet an aimless shake, “incredible. Just incredible.” He shifts his weight between his feet. “I haven’t seen decorations like this since I was a child.”

You look at your hands and shrug. “That was the goal.”

Din makes the move to kneel in front of you. He sets one hand on the top of Grogu’s head and the other on your cheek, easing his helmet to his forehead. His armored shoulders rise and fall in a deep breath. “Thank you.” He runs his thumb over your cheek. “This means a lot to me.”

You smile and hold his helmet between your hands. “And you mean a lot to us.”

Din tilts his helmet at you, shifting his position to sit on the floor with the two of you as your clan admires the setup together—no doubt recreating the magic Din has deserved to re-experience for many, many years.

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Doloroso Designio

A la mañana siguiente comieron algo antes de irse y partieron todos juntos al área donde terminaban de alistar las naves. Astra iba en su deslizador, mientras que Shmi y junto a Kitster iban en un Eopie y Anakin con Padme en otro. Estaban por bajarse cuando Watto se acercó y le dijo a Anakin que hiciera que Qui-Gon dejara de apostar o terminaría poseyéndolo. Cosa que enojo tanto a Astra que el niño debió agarrarla.

—Jee oto killkoosoo/quiero matarlo—se quejó.

—¿Cómo hablas ese idioma?—pregunto Padme.

—Hablo muchos idiomas y el Huttes no es tan dificil de aprender—ironizo.

—¿Qué quiso decir?—Cuestiono Ani a Qui-Gon cuando paso frente a él.

—Te lo diré, luego—respondió ayudando a Shmi a bajar.

—Esto es sensacional Ani, sé que esta vez lo lograrás—alentó Kitster.

—¿Lograr qué?— pregunto Padmé.

—Acabar la carrera desde luego—lo delato su amigo.

—¿No has ganado una carrera?—pregunto preocupada.

—Yo no lo diría así.

—Ni siquiera terminado—reprocho.

—Él ya lo dijo, lo haré esta vez.

—Claro que lo harás—lo alentó el mayor y cuando estaba por hablar la niña le dio una mirada mortífera para qué se callará.

—No solo terminarás Ani, tú vas a ganar.

Los niños le dieron los últimos arreglos a la nave y antes de que eventualmente posicionarla, Astra tomo la mano de Anakin para hablar con él.

—lo abrazo con fuerza para poder susurrarle— No puedo acompañarte en la carrera, pero te ayudaré a ganar.

—¿Cómo harás eso?—pregunto del mismo modo.

—Yo seré tus ojos alrededor cuando mires la pista y los seré en la pista si debes arreglar algo.

— Lo vamos a lograr.

—Cuídate mucho Ani, no quiero que nada te pase— en ese punto volvió a hablar mediante su conexión como siempre de forma inconsciente.

—Con tu ayuda sé que nada me pasará a Astra.

—Niños ya tenemos que ir—los llamo Shmi sacándolos de su burbuja.

Una vez en la pista, un Troig era quien se encargaba de presentar a los competidores de la carrera ya las "eminencias" del circuito exterior. No más que criminales comunes que se aprovechan de la falta de autoridad y de gobierno. Jar Jar y Astra terminaron de ajustar las piezas de los propulsores y Anakin revisó los controles.

—Ya está esto—giro una llave rápidamente en su mano y la coloco en su cinturón de herramientas y se retiró.

Los corredores encendieron sus motores y los demás de su equipo técnico se quedaron en un área aparte. Mientras Astra corrió hacia donde iba la familia del competidor porque ella serviría de otra manera.

—Usted Jedi es imprudente, la reina no.

—la interrumpió—. La reina confía en mi juicio jovencita. ¿Por qué tú no?

—Asume demasiado—murmuro entre dientes.

—Y tus mientes demasiado—recrimino la niña.

—No te das cuenta de lo que está en juego; si pierde esta carrera—la interrumpió.

—No, tú no te preocupes por cosas que escapan de tu control y eso no lleva a nada. No haces más que quejarte desde que llegamos, si tanto te molestan nuestros métodos, propón uno tú en lugar de criticar hasta nuestra forma de respirar.

Mientras que todos arreglaran sus datapads para ver la carrera, ella se sentó en la típica posición de meditación y uso su habilidad en la fuerza para ver lo que sucedía alrededor de Anakin aislándose de todo lo que dijeran los demás. Además de conectar sus ojos y sentidos con los del niño.

La primera vuelta resultó bastante fácil hasta que paso por una caverna y uno de los conductores se estrelló con una de las estalactitas y ocasiono una explosión. Luego de que surgieron disparos de los Tusken, ella no reparo ayudar a evitar todos los tiros y uno le dio.

En la segunda vuelta uno de los corredores se detuvo por reparación y sus propulsores terminaron averiados. Ella se ocupaba de ayudar a evitar los golpes de los demás corredores tanto como podía, pero moviéndose a gran velocidad como hasta ahora por momentos le costaba concentrarse lo suficiente hasta que por un error logro ver.

— Anakin, Anakin —lo llamaban desesperada—. Sebulba está haciendo trampa, arroja piezas a los propulsores, no te coloques detrás de él.

—Astra—la llamo al escucharla y trato de ver hacia los lados buscándola.

— Ani mira al frente o chocarás —le reprocho intentando ver más que antes.

—Te escucho donde estás.

— En la meta. ¡Cuidado! —chillo cuando uno de los propulsores se desconectó— Yo veré el camino, tú conéctalo.

Astra se ocupó de mirar al frente, mientras que Ani conectaba el propulsor de nuevo y volvían a ver como antes. A tiempo para esquivar en esta ocasión todos los disparos.

Al inicio de la tercera vuelta Ani quedo junto a Sebulba, pero a Astra le costaba ver a cada segundo que pasaba y su quejido de dolor llamo la atención de Qui-Gon quien toco su hombro intentando calmarla. Cuando estaban por llegar al cañón, Sebulba lo empujo contra unas farolas que conducían a una rampa.

— Yo puedo ver, pero de conducir te hacías cargo tú—lo regaño deseando darle una colleja.

—¡No es tan fácil como crees!—reprocho subiendo por la rampa.

—Usa el impulso y rebásalo solo no... No te estrelles, esta vez—suplico con cansancio.

—Astra, Astra ¿Qué te pasa?

—Estaré bien, acelera todo lo que puedas.

—Estás muy débil, yo terminare la carrera—aseguro con determinación.

—Ani no, te ayudaré.

—Ya lo hiciste, el resto me toca a mí.

Con esta frase inconscientemente rompió la conexión de golpe haciendo que ella callera y Qui-Gon la tomara en brazos para seguir viendo la carrera.

—¿Estará bien?—pregunto Padme con preocupación.

—Solo está cansada, el sol no le hace bien.

—Échale la culpa al sol—murmuro acurrucándose en su cuello.

Menos de dos minutos después, el público vitoreo de emoción. Anakin había ganado. Bajaron de la plataforma y corrieron hacia el Pod, Astra se movió y la dejó bajarse, por lo que intentó correr y abrazar a Anakin.

—Ganaste Ani, ganaste.

—No Astra, ganamos los dos.

Qui-Gon los tomo en brazos y los coloco sobre su hombro saltando para festejar, luego volvió a poner al niño en el suelo y acomodo a su hija en sus brazos.

—Usar nuestras habilidades en exceso de esa forma es irresponsable—susurro solo para ella.

—No lo vuelvo a hacer, te lo juro—chillo con malestar.

—Vamos al hangar—los llamo Anakin.

—Yo debo ir a hablar con Watto. ¿Astra puedes caminar?—empezó a mecerla para que reaccionara.

—Démela, yo la cuidaré—pidió Shmi tomándola—. El sol te hace muy mal—aseguro cubriendo su cabeza y caminando hacia el Eopie.

—Si usted llevara a Astra uno tendrá que caminar—señalo Padme subiendo al suyo.

—Yo uso su deslizador—chillo Anakin quitándoselo a Jar-Jar.

Para cuando llegué al hangar Astra se sintió mucho mejor y ya no era necesario que la estuvieran cargando todo el tiempo. Padme agradeció a Anakin, puesto que le debería todo en ese momento, y por primera vez desde que Astra la conoció, sintió que la joven era sincera y no tan antipática.

Padme, Jar-Jar y R2 fueron con Qui-Gon para ayudar a cargar las piezas, mientras que Anakin fue a la tienda de Watto y Astra se quedó con Shmi en la casa para ayudar con la casa en el corto tiempo que estarían juntas.

—Se ve que tu padre te ama.

—Ojalá fuera mi padre, pero si me ama con todo su corazón y yo lo amo a él—comento levitando un vaso hasta la estantería.

—Como Jedi seguro has visto tantos mundos como mi hijo desea.

—No soy una Jedi, soy una Youngling.

—¿Youngling?—pregunto sin entender.

—Sí, una Youngling. Los Younglings somos los niños de la orden, demasiado jóvenes como para ir a misiones, somos aprendices de Padawan. Los Padawn son aprendices de Jedi como Obi-Wan. Younglings que ya crecieron; deben aprender y para eso se les designa un maestro que les enseñe. Luego están los caballeros y las damas Jedi, Padawans que completaron su entrenamiento y pueden empezar a hacer misiones solos o con otro caballero y el rango más alto creo que son los maestros.

—¿Los maestros?

—Sí, Qui-Gon es un maestro, él entrena a Obi-Wan y una vez que él sea un Jedi me entrenará a mí. Los maestros son muy importantes porque no existe un mal alumno, existen los malos maestros y ellos se encargan de que aprendamos a escuchar la fuerza, y a seguir sus designios.

—La fuerza tiene ¿Designios?

—Sí, como este. Que conociéramos a Ani y a ti no es casualidad. La fuerza así lo quiso, si lo hubieran encontrado de bebe estoy seguro de que sería incluso mejor que yo—afirmo pasándole una jarra.

—Quieres mucho a mi hijo verdad—pregunto yendo a un escritorio y sentándola en sus piernas.

—Mmh, me gusta estar con él. Qui-Gon lo intentará liberar y si él no lo logra, prometo que volveré y los libere a ambos. Así él podrá ver la Galaxia como sueña y tú no tendrás que estar lejos de tu hijo.

—Si lograran liberarlo. ¿Prometes que lo cuidarás?

—Claro, es el primer amigo que tengo. Yo seré una jedi y lo protegeré de todo, excepto de Rathars si se encuentra con uno lo usaré de carnada y saldré corriendo.

—Confió en que no encontraran Rathars. Serás muy bella cuando crezcas, si hubiera tenido una hija. Ojalá hubiera sido como tú.

—Si hubiera tenido mamá sé que sería como tú—murmuro con una sonrisa escuchando que la puerta se abría.

—Mamá vendimos el Pod, mira cuánto dinero nos dieron.

—Que maravilla, muchas felicidades.

—Y Anakin ya es libre.

—¿Qué?—interrogo extrañado mientras Shmi ponía en el suelo a Astra.

—Ya no eres un esclavo.

—Eres libre Anakin—señalo su amiga pasando junto a él y colocándose con su padre

—¿Lo escuchaste?—dijo asombrado.

—Ahora puedes alcanzar tus sueños, Anakin, eres libre. ¿Lo llevarán con ustedes? ¿Se transformará en un Jedi?

—Sí, nuestro encuentro no fue una coincidencia. Nada pasa por accidente—explico de la misma forma que la niña.

—Quiere decir que viajaré con Astra y contigo en tu nave.

—Anakin, entrenar para ser un Jedi no es sencillo y aun si lo consigues es una vida dura.

—Pero quiero hacerlo, siempre he soñado con esto. Di que sí puedo ir.

—La vida te puso en este camino y la decisión es tuya—señalo la mujer recordando lo que le dijo la niña.

—Quiero ir con ellos.

—Entonces empaca, no hay mucho tiempo—lo alentó sonriendo.

—Juppi—chillo feliz y tomo a Astra del brazo para llevarla con él y se detuvo al darse cuenta de algo—. ¿Qué hay de mamá? La liberaste a ella también.

—Intente liberar a tu madre Ani, pero Watto no accedió.

—Vendrás con nosotros, mamá—se acercó a ella.

—Ani, mi lugar es este. Mi futuro está aquí—tomo sus manos y lo miro a los ojos—. Es tiempo de que partas.

—Todo cambiará y no quiero.

—No puedes evitar que suceda. Como no puedes evitar que los soles se pongan—expuso con calma—. Te amo. Ahora corre.

—Lo protegeré, le doy mi palabra. ¿Estará bien?

Los niños consiguieron recoger las cosas en la habitación y encendieron un C-3PO.

—Hola amo Anakin, señorita Astra.

—Bueno 3PO ahora soy libre y voy a viajar en una nave estelar.

—Amo usted es mi creador y le deseo todo lo mejor a usted y por supuesto a la señorita, pero la verdad me gustaría estar un poco más completo.

—Lamento no haberte podido terminar 3PO, no te deje cubierto y eso. Fuiste un gran amigo. Le pediré a mamá que no te venda.

—Venderme—se asustó.

—No te preocupes solo bromea. Si algún día volvemos te terminaremos de cubrir—aseguro sonriendo.

—Adiós.

Mientras Anakin terminaba de buscar algunas cosas, Astra fue con Shmi quien preocupada se puso a su altura y le pregunto.

—Astra tú no me mientes. Ayudaste a Anakin en la carrera ¿Volveré a ver a mi hijo?

La niña tomó sus manos y cerrando sus ojos intento distante ver un futuro, pero era muy incierto. Solo percibía dolor y extrañeza y al sentir como una lágrima corría por su mejilla dijo.

—El futuro no está escrito y siempre puede cambiar. No sé cuantas veces, pero antes de morir sin dudas lo verás—aseguro con una mirada de dolor.

—Con una sola vez me basta.

Los tres salieron de la casa y Shmi se quedó afuera de la casa viéndolos partir. Qui-Gon iba delante tomando de la mano a Astra y Anakin iba un paso más atrás. De pronto se detuvo y el mayor lo noto titubear antes de que corriera junto a su madre y la abrazara.

—No lo haré mamá, no quiero hacerlo.

—Ay Ani.

—¿Te volveré a ver algún día?

—¿Qué te dice tu corazón?—pregunto a una sonrisa.

—Eso espero... Sí... Quizás.

—Nos veremos algún día—prometió.

—Yo vendré a liberarte mamá. Lo Prometo.

—Ahora sé valiente y no mires atrás. No te arrepientas—pidió suplicante y lo empujo suavemente hacia los dos que lo esperaban, viéndolo marcharse hacia un destino desconocido.

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Chut Chut Pateesa espero que estén muy bien.

Y como lo prometido es deuda aqui les traido el capitulo 4 de esta hermosa historia. Queria publicar mas temprano pero uno de los padawans estaba celebrando su día del ciclo de vida numero 17 y algunos de sus amigos nos pidieron ayuda para organizar una sorpreza.

Pobre de Ani, entre Padme y yo casi logramos que se rompa la maceta por estar intentando subir los banderines al techo. (se nos prohibio usar la fuerza para subir luego de que le cai encima al maestro Windu a los 13 años). ¿Sabian que los clones son increibles bailando la macarena? Nosotros lo descubrimos hoy.

En fin, como siempre denle me gusta, comenten y síganme para saber cuando publico.

Nos vemos pronto, duerman bien. Resguardense de los Sith mis jovenes padawans, recuerden que "La libertan puede morir incluso con el estruendo de un apaluso" y que la Fuerza los acompañe.

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starwarscomunauty · 1 year ago

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Tatooine était un monde désertique situé dans le secteur Arkanis de la Territoires de la Bordure Extérieure. Des fossiles laissaient penser aux scientifiques que Tatooine avait été recouverte par un océan à l'instar de Kamino.

La planète fut colonisée par des corporations minières qui pensaient que la planète était riche en minerais. Cependant, lorsqu'elles découvrirent que ce n'était pas le cas, ces corporations plièrent bagages et laissèrent leurs ouvriers sur la planète. Depuis, Tatooine est devenu le repaire des hors-la-loi et le fief du Hutt Jabba Desilijic Tiure.

Histoire

Ère Républicaine

Trente deux ans avant la bataille de Yavin, la Reine de Naboo, Padmé Amidala, alors en fuite vers Coruscant pour dénoncer le Blocus de Naboo organisée par la Fédération du commerce dut se poser sur Tatooine. En effet, l'Hyperdrive de son vaisseau avait lâché et elle envoya le Maître Jedi Qui-Gon Jinn pour en trouver un autre.[10]

Guerre Civile Galactique

Peu après la destruction de l'Étoile de la Mort par l'Alliance Rebelle, l'Empire Galactique décida de nouer des liens commerciaux avec le Clan Hutt de Jabba, la principale puissance de la Bordure Extérieure. Des négociations devaient avoir lieu sur Cymoon 1, l'une des principales usines de l'Empire. Ayant découvert l'existence de cette réunion, l'Alliance décida d'envoyer des agents qui se firent passer pour les émissaires du Hutt[18] et détruisirent l'installation impériale.[19]

Face à cet échec, et voulant punir Dark Vador qui n'avait pas réussi à repousser les rebelles, l'Empereur Galactique Sheev Palpatine ordonna à ce dernier de se rendre en personne sur la planète pour poursuivre les négociations. Vador profita de cette occasion et ordonna secrètement au Hutt de lui présenter ses deux meilleurs chasseurs de primes, le Wookiee Krrsantan le Noir et Boba Fett. Vador chargea Fett de lui amener le pilote qui avait trouvé l'Étoile de la Mort, Luke Skywalker, et chargea Krrsantan le Noir de trouver un mystérieux agent de l'Empereur, Cylo et le lui amener

La planète est également devenue connue pour ses courses de modules comme la Classique de Boonta Eve. Les Jawa, un peuple de ferrailleur, et les Tusken, un peuple de guerriers sanguinaires, étaient des espèces originaires de la planète.

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antianakin · 2 years ago

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I find the original intentions of the scene very important, actually, which is why I made the point of saying that I found it difficult to try to contextualize the Tusken massacre with Watsonian explanations and preferred to discuss the issue from a Doylist lens.

I will admit that we definitely see the Tuskens in a full VILLAGE set-up in AOTC for the first time, which does tend to make them seem more sentient than they have before this. Which leads us again to the issue you mentioned above which is that there are ethical issues that don't get explored the way they should in the film. If the Tuskens are intended to be seen as sentient people that Anakin murders down to the last child, why are we then supposed to just brush it off as a mistake and assume that he's still "fine" a few years later at the beginning of ROTS? He's a CHILD MURDERER, that's NOT FINE. You don't just brush that off and go back to being a normal person after that, but the narrative treats it as though it isn't all that important.

And that's what led me to trying to think through what Lucas may have been intending the audience to understand about the Tuskens in this film. Because it doesn't make SENSE.

And of course, the easiest explanation at this point for me isn't to try to say that of course Padme is racist because other media that has been written about the Tuskens since this film came out has made them far more nuanced and sentient, but simply that George Lucas was super racist and didn't quite realize just how awful this plot line was. He just never seemed to consider how it would make Padme look to not only excuse Anakin's actions here, but to comfort him and justify them and then reward him for it by marrying him as a result. You can choose to see Padme as racist for this if that's the interpretation that makes the most sense to you. I've come up with headcanons of my own to help explain away Padme's absolutely bonkers and out of character behavior here. But I can't agree that "Padme is racist" is a canon interpretation of this scene. I can't agree that that's what George Lucas intended to get across. I can't even necessarily entirely agree that he intended us to understand that ANAKIN was racist, although that one's at least more plausible.

The truth is truly just that Lucas was racist and wrote the Tuskens so racistly that he didn't consider the massacre of an entire village of them to be that big of a deal. And that, in comparison to the genocide of the Jedi, the massacre of the Tuskens is more on the level of killing a pack of wolves down to the last puppy. I'm not saying that that isn't a racist thing for Lucas to have done, at all. I hate it! The Tuskens are so clearly based off of at least two real world cultures and it's horrific what Lucas chose to do with that.

Even if you argue that the Tuskens are intended to be seen as sentient by AOTC, there's never any discussion of the settler culture on Tatooine and how it's impacted the Tuskens as a reason for why the Tuskens took Shmi. So within the context of AOTC, Shmi is captured and tortured for absolutely zero reason. And that makes Anakin's reaction to her death particularly sympathetic. It's almost worse if the Tuskens are sentient at that point because then they knowingly captured and tortured a woman to death after she'd done nothing to earn it. I believe there was a deleted scene early on in the script for ROTS that implied that the Tuskens did this because Dooku paid them to (presumably on Palpatine's orders and theoretically as a way to push Anakin closer to the Dark Side or whatever). So even if we take this as proof that they ARE sentient, it's almost more damning because the reason behind it isn't that Shmi came into their territory or that they have a justified dislike of all off-worlders or whatever, but just that they got paid to do this to her and don't have enough morals to have refused. None of which necessarily condones killing all of them, but Anakin's reaction is at least brought about by something particularly heinous and sympathetic.

And that's the only argument I'm trying to make here. I can't really claim Anakin killing the Tuskens DOESN'T have a sympathetic reason behind it when they do quite literally capture and torture his mother to death for no good reason. Even if you argue that their actions are part of a justified hatred of all off-world settlers, Shmi was brought there against her will by slavers and presumably wasn't really doing anything to the Tuskens at the time to have earned what happened to her.

It's hilarious that a lot of the main darksiders and Sith all have WAY more sympathetic reasons than Anakin does for why they're Sith, or why they Fell.

Maul apparently was literally stolen (or given away) as a child and raised by a Sith, he had zero choice in becoming one.

Dooku became disillusioned with the corruption in the Republic and how it was taking advantage of and hurting its own people that he had sworn his life to protecting and then got lost in searching for the power to try to protect those same people.

Savage is literally magicked into being Dark against his will because he sacrifices himself to spare his younger brother the same fate.

Quinlan Vos's falls (one in the comic, and one in the novel) are both about trying to end the war by infiltrating Dooku's inner circle as his apprentice and not realizing how far he's fallen in the process.

Barriss Offee becomes disillusioned with the way the Senate has taken advantage/control of the Jedi Order and gets lost in her own grief over what she's been asked to do in the war.

The closest to Anakin's bullshit reasoning is actually Asajj Ventress who becomes a slave as a baby, spends some years learning to be a Jedi, and then goes dark after she loses one person because misery loves company.

But Anakin literally commits whole genocides because he's scared of losing someone who's NOT EVEN DEAD YET. He's not even reacting to a loss that's HAPPENED TO HIM, he's just searching for power to stop someone from ever dying who is perfectly alive and in good health with no signs of kicking the bucket any time soon.

Like. Talk about an unsympathetic backstory. And it didn't help that every other Darksider (aside from Palpatine) managed to have a WAY more sympathetic reason for them having turned Dark than Anakin does.

What a weak-willed pissbaby.

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quinntamsin · 3 years ago

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Thus has opened the Book of Boba, the story of the last of the line of Fett!

“I will rule with respect.”

Book of Boba, Episode 1 “Stranger In A Strange Land”, I’ve noticed a lot of people seem to have just disliked this episode off the bat. Honestly, it was a bit weak, but that’s beacuse like a lot of Pilot’s it has to seriously set the stage for everything else. First, the expanded view of the Tusken’s was a good idea. Showing this and connecting it to Boba’s dreams in the Bantha tank was solid. Comparing it to his struggle to survival to establish his family and his place as Warlord (I’m not so sure about the usage of Daimyo), was a good call. Plus, the Tusken history gives us a greater sense of why he had the Gaderffi stick in general.

The fact that we are obviously doing a hardcore rise to power story as the crimelord of Tatooine is something I’ve wanted in forever. My hope, is that we get a serious underworld storyline. I want to see a ton of fucking Hutts and yes, a bunch of the fucking Black Sun. Plus, some harder looks at more than just the Tuskens, but also the wildlife of Tattooine. The story had some great action and some good one sided dialogue, but it didn’t hit land as well as the Mandalorian pilot did for me. Book of Boba, Episode 2 “Tribes of Tatooine”, we finally hit stride and get a stronger sense of the setting. I didn’t mention this up above, but I really do love how Temuera looks in his formal Fett armor. It makes me hope we’ll see more members of House or Clan Fett down the line. This compares really well when we push past the pageantry of his standdown with the “Twins” to more of his backstory with the Tusken Tribe. I like how you can just sense his Mandlorian battle skills allowing him to adapt to the Gaderffi.

The yell all male singing is interesting, and I think in a way it plays well tot he harsh beige color palette of the open desert. Our major enemy is a heavily armored swoop train (or hover train) that Fett must lead an assault on.

“Like a Bantha yes?” - His fucking face!

Now, this makes mse think of why maybe more of the Raider clans haven’t used Swoopbikes. Maybe it’s just this one tribe, but it would make sense to get one right? I do notice that a lot of people on the planet prefer desert animal mounts. Perhaps the bikes are shittier over great distances? Hey Star Wars stans, TELL ME WHY

My headcanon is the hooded Raider who teaches him to fight is female, I dunno why. But it just seems awesome for that gender assumption to be non-male to me. Honestly, I would prefer it if Tusken’s had fucking alien as hell reproduction like fucking Andorians.

Action scenes in this series are sufficiently awesome. The swoop bike heist against the Pykes, was on a level I have come to expect from Star Wars. It’s what that fucking heist in Solo should have been!! Yes, and with less fridging of random characters for “PLOT RAISONS”. Whoever they gnabbed to do the stunts is skilled!

Temeura is a king of silent action focused acting. He doesn’t say a lot, but his movements, face, and even little stupid groans fit well. Why the hell would “BOBA FETT” be monologuing. Nah, he’s Mando’ade, and he will act rather than speak! When he does, I can see that the writers are taking advantage of everyone loving Gravelly action dudes. I AM LOOKING AT YOU GERALT! Back to Temuera, his words definitely have a distinct tone of magnanimity befitting a man who wishes to be warlord.

Continuing the usage of heavy sign in the Tusken language. I loved this development from Mandalorian, The fight for the train is done with the the Pykes forced to pay a toll. We are now introduced to the LSD lizard who gives Boba a dream to make his Gaffi. The overlay of arms and the gutts of the Sarlacc are pretty simplisitc symbolism. The part where he sees his dad in memory leaving Kaminoa was a nice touch. And him hangover strugging back with the stick to be his gaffi was a nice touch.

A ceremonial dressing scene is nice, because it shows that a lot of acceptance into a group isn’t just about you magically have their colors, or the costume. It gives us a sense that you are now considered part of the Clan, because you earned it. Plus, it was a bad ass outfit when he killed those troopers. I like that he learned to make his own gaffi. Honestly, this scene was as every single little bit we saw of making a damn lightsaber.

However, ites letting us see how one of the most unique weapons outside of LASERsWORDS Star Wars had. Gaffi sticks are a distinct weapon of the Tusken people. Sure, this episode and it’s scenary are cheesy. But I like it, it’s good background story telling. Oh and the dance incorporating a kata is nice, and it shows all the warriors and gives a nice sense of fucking bonding with a warrior culture.

Hottakes:

Heh, the new humming and shouting music makes me chuckle. Somehow it fits this really weird ne setting we’re exploring.

Tusken Warleader is my favorite and is stealing this show.

This episode lack Ming-Na I demand more Shand!

I want to write a Mando and Tusken raider love story now!

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queenofnightdreamland · 2 years ago

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Blue & Grey. Capítulo 5

Warnings/Advertencias: violencia típica del canon, canon divergence, mención de asesinatos, tortura, heridas.

Pareja: Obi-Wan Kenobi x fem!reader

Word count: 2343.

Simbología: ⎯ ⁘✦⁘⎯ (espacio temporal largo), ⎯ ✦ ⎯ (espacio temporal corto).

Masterlist Blue & Grey

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Cuando regresaron, Padmé los ayudó a bajar a Shmi, la llevaron dentro y entre las tres mujeres se encargaron de atenderla primero para estabilizarla. Cuando estaban a punto de terminar Padmé se retiró al ver que no tenía nada más que hacer y recordó que ninguno de los dos había comido en horas se dispuso a prepararles algo.

Al salir encontraste la comida, te sentaste a comer en silencio un poco de lo que preparó Padmé. Cuando terminaste colocaste los platos en el fregadero para lavarlos y dejarlos secando un poco.

Decidiste buscar a Anakin, después de todo, sabías que tenía dudas y que sería mejor responderlas cuanto antes. Al entrar en la habitación que sentiste la presencia de Anakin y Padmé los encontraste abrazados, con él llorando mientras Padmé intentaba consolarlo de la mejor manera posible. Pensaste que lo mejor sería dejarlos conversar, por lo que te retiraste de la habitación no son antes enviarle un pensamiento a través de la Fuerza a Anakin.

“Cuando estes listo para hablar, estaré en el patio interno.”

Mientras esperabas comenzaste a meditar, definitivamente con la información que recolectaste de los Tusken hace un par de horas, necesitabas aclarar y ordenar tus ideas. Según la información lo primero y más sencillo de notar, parecía que el Sith que estaban buscando ambas órdenes conocía a profundidad los puntos débiles de Anakin y sabía presionar sobre ellos de las formas más efectivas. El mejor ejemplo fue lo que sucedió con la madre de Anakin, porque pagar para que secuestraran a Shmi y de paso que la Fuerza le guiara para que fuese testigo de la muerte de su madre, de no haber estado ella allí, era bastante retorcido. Continuaste pensando en los atentados contra Padmé, era la principal opositora de la creación de un ejército, lo que podría significar que la estaban intentando sacar de escena para poder poner en juego a algun peón que diera el voto a favor que se necesitaba para aprobarlo. Si eso era así, entonces haberla sacado de Coursant no era la mejor idea, pero ya no podían hacer nada sobre ese asunto; además, la solicitud de que fuesen ellos tres los encargados de la seguridad de Padmé, bueno, ellos dos, porque el senado había solicitado a Kenobi y su padawan, pero el consejo, de último minuto había considerado que sería mejor enviar a dos jedi y por consiguiente al padawan de uno de esos jedi también. ¿Por qué ellos dos de primera opción? ¿Qué tenía que ver Anakin? O ¿Qué podría tener que ver Obi-Wan con todo eso?

Tu atención se desvió al hombre mayor, Obi-Wan; ¿dónde podría estar?, no sabías si estaba bien o mal, si la misión en que lo enviaron estaba dando frutos o no. Decidiste buscar la marca de él en la Fuerza, lo encontraste y aunque estaba más lejos de lo que hubieses deseado para poder encontrar su verdadero estado físico te encontraste agradecida y más tranquila al ver que por lo menos continuaba con vida.

Tu mente volvió a navegar por otros pensamientos, recordaste a alguien y la manera en que el flujo de la Fuerza pareció vibrar para mostraste la marca de la Fuerza de alguien que no querías recordar en ese preciso momento te asustó. Perdiste la concentración de golpe, provocando que cayeras al suelo, golpeándote.

- ¿Estás bien? – escuchas a Anakin preguntar y te levantaste lo más rápido posible.

-Sí, salí demasiado rápido de la meditación.

-Me alegro… ¿Crees que podríamos hablar? – pregunta casi avergonzado, como si el recordar de la conversación pendiente y exigir conocimiento fuese malo.

-Claro que sí, Anakin… Siéntate, creo que será una charla un poco larga

-Todavía siento deseos de vengarme y conversando con Padmé acepté que no debía de tener estos pensamientos. No son de un Jedi, van en contra de las enseñanzas de la orden, de Obi-Wan… No sé qué hacer, me siento culpable y yo…

-Anakin, somos humanos, está bien sentir… Ahora, por otro lado, la orden Jedi nos da guías para actuar. Fuiste aceptado muy grande, tenías a tu madre, amigos y una vida aquí, es normal que no sepas aislar tus sentimientos, mucho menos controlarlos. No fuiste adoctrinado desde bebé, es comprensible que te sientas así.

-Gracias, pero no dejo de pensar…

-Antes de que sigas por ese rumbo, quiero que me digas qué hubieses hecho si no hubiese estado allí y tu madre hubiese fallecido en tus brazos – Anakin cerró los ojos antes de responder sin atreverse a mirarte.

-Los hubiese matado, a todos, no hubiese dejado a nadie con vida… Me habrían arrebatado lo más preciado, yo les arrebataría todo a ellos también…

-Ya veo…

- Starlight, por favor no le diga al consejo.

-Anakin, quiero que me digas otra cosa… ¿Y si hubieses sido un hombre común, te arrebatan a tu madre, ¿qué hubieses hecho en la misma situación, solo que con un bláster?

-Lo mismo; es mi madre, la amo y la hubiesen arrancado de mi antes de tiempo.

Volviste a asentir pensativa, bajo la mirada atenta de Anakin. Él pudo observar que definitivamente tu sabiduría rivalizaba con la de Obi-Wan a pesar de ser unos años menor que él.

-En cualquiera de los dos casos ¿hubiese estado bien asesinar a sangre fría a todo un pueblo?

-Pues no, pero estaría cegado por el dolor y sería una reacción entendible.

- ¿Estar cegado por el dolor justifica que un hombre común realice actos barbáricos?

-No, no es lo correcto, nadie debería actuar con el juicio nublado – comenzó a responder con seguridad para ir bajando la velocidad y el tono, la sonrisa que adornó tu rostro lo hizo notar algo. Tenías razón, ahora, con la mente más clara podía ver que lo que iba a hacer estaba mal, no porque fuese un Jedi sino porque no era lo correcto para ninguna cultura o especie de toda la galaxia.

-Debes aprender a pensar con la cabeza en frío, entiendo tu dolor y las razones por las que lo harías; pero la diferencia entre una mala persona y una buena es la manera de tratar a los culpables. Sí, la justicia tiende a ser lenta, puede no darnos lo que pensamos merecer, pero no por eso significa que tengamos que tomarla en nuestras manos, seamos personas comunes o jedi ¿me expliqué lo suficientemente bien?

-Si, maestra… Ahora, me siento avergonzado de pensar así.

-No Anakin, pensar así solo significa que sentiste el dolor hasta un punto que te llegó a imposibilitar. No está mal sentir, no es ningún pecado… El problema es actuar de manera impulsiva, en especial cuando es algo tan serio como acabar con la vida de otro ser.

-Deberías estar en el consejo, ellos necesitan un poco de razón ahí dentro – soltó y comenzaste a reír divertida.

-No me agrada la idea, si soy sincera… Pero gracias por la confianza. Al igual que Kenobi, solo quiero guiarte por el buen camino y que tengas a alguien en quien puedas confiar

-Gracias, de verdad. Pero algunas veces pienso que Obi-Wan no me daría un consejo así, me reprimiría por siquiera pensarlo.

-Es un buen maestro, pero no deja de ser humano. Algunas veces no sabemos decir las cosas, aunque no queramos lastimar a nadie. Ten un poco de paciencia, ¿sí?, estoy segura de que solo quiere lo mejor para ti.

Te pusiste de pie con intenciones de dar la pequeña charla por terminada, pero la voz de Anakin te detuvo.

-Starlight, todavía no me ha explicado lo que hizo con mi madre en el speeder. Sentía como estaba muriendo poco a poco, y le regresaste vida.

-Es una habilidad muy antigua, Anakin. Pocos jedi logran utilizarla y mucho menos controlarla a un nivel profundo.

- ¿Jedi? – asentiste - ¿Y los Sith?

-Nunca he escuchado o leído sobre Sith que lo puedan hacer, sin embargo, pienso que por sus características podría existir un par que lograran realizarlo.

- ¿Cómo se hace?

-No debería mostraste, nadie sabe que controlo este poder, decidí no especializarme en sanar durante mi tiempo como padawan… Pero, si me prometes que nadie se enterará, podría hacer una excepción

-Lo prometo, no diré nada

Asentiste conforme con la promesa del joven Skywalker antes de tomar un cuchillo que estaba cerca. Le pediste el brazo a Anakin donde lo sujetaste con firmeza antes de cortarlo, la sangre brotó en un pequeño hilo y los escuchaste sisear por el dolor. Colocaste una mano sobre su herida, inspiraste profundamente antes de cerrar los ojos. Entonces, Anakin lo sintió, el flujo de vida, sol, lluvia delicada y amor. Esas sensaciones lo bañaron en pequeñas ondas hasta que el dolor desapareció por completo. Alejaste la mano y verificaste que no quedara rastro del corte que le habías realizado hace unos minutos.

- ¿Sentiste lo que usé? – preguntaste antes de ponerte de pie y él asintió - ¿Qué usé?

-Sentí cómo rayos del sol por la mañana, una llovizna suave, flores despertando de su letargo luego del invierno, amor y vida – respondió al ser capaz de recordar la sensación.

-Bien, quiero que lo recuerdes siempre… Sanar con la fuerza es un arte, uno muy peligroso porque utiliza la energía vital del que lo realiza. Si hubiese puesto mucho, no estaría contándote esto – confiesa y él la observa sorprendido

- ¿Morirías?

-Hay un límite para todo, Anakin. La muerte es algo con lo que no se puede jugar. Por eso, a tu madre la estabilicé. Envié lo suficiente para sanar ciertas heridas en órganos vitales sin comprometer mi vida en el proceso. Son años de entrenamiento, esperaría que no te atrevas a utilizarlo a la ligera.

- ¿No me puedes enseñar?

-No, todavía no estás listo… Tal vez en un par de años

- ¿Cómo no voy a estar listo?

-Sigues siendo muy impulsivo, cuando me demuestres que piensas con más sensatez puede que lo considere. Mientras eso sucede, sigue aprendiendo.

-Está bien… y maestra

- ¿Si?

-Gracias por no juzgarme y hacerme entender, antes de enojarte, porque no seguí las enseñanzas jedi.

-No hay nada que agradecer, Anakin… Quisiera que pienses en mi cuando tengas dudas así, siempre estaré para guiarte. Soy mayor por alguna razón, y se supone que estamos para guiar a los más jóvenes.

-Gracias, de nuevo… Lo tendré en cuenta

-Ve con tu madre, va a despertar pronto y estoy segura de que se alegrará de ver a su hijo allí

-Sí

Una vez Anakin estuvo lejos donde sería capaz de escuchar dejaste escapar un suspiro. Temías tanto por Anakin, no era un mal muchacho, pero la impulsividad que tenía podría ser un peligro para su constante danza con el lado oscuro. Era como una sombra que no se alejaba y te preocupaba no estar siempre allí para detenerlo de tomar decisiones así.

-A pesar de nuestra charla, creo que todavía soy muy joven, maestro. Me parece que esta vez, la misión no me transmite seguridad, no tengo idea si la lograré cumplir – murmuras al aire esperando que él te escuchara, aunque se encontraran a años luz de distancia.

-Y/N, me gustaría hablar contigo – pide Padmé con un tono que te preocupó, pero actuaste como si no fuese nada para seguirla al taller con pasos seguros.

Para tu sorpresa, Padmé te apuntó con un bláster

- ¿Estás segura de que quieres hacer eso, Padmé? – preguntas levantando las manos a la altura de la cabeza.

- ¿Quién eres? ¿Por qué actúas como jedi? – pregunta y Y/N suspira

-No actúo como jedi, soy uno.

-Mentiras, un jedi jamás daría esos consejos… Conociendo incluso a Kenobi, él lo habría regañado, tal y como dijo Anakin.

-Padmé, ¿no crees que el maestro Qui-Gon hubiese hablado similar con Anakin? – intentaste de nuevo, ella estaba a la defensiva y no podías arriesgarse. Pero no te culpabas, aunque hubieses bajado la guardia más de lo que debías, igualmente Padmé era muy perceptiva.

Eso pareció hacerla dudar un poco, Qui-Gon sí hubiese dado un consejo menos arraigado a la orden jedi.

-No soy tan diferente, y genuinamente me preocupo por Anakin. Si quisiera que se uniese al lado oscuro no hubiese ayudado a rescatar a su madre y mucho menos lo hubiese detenido de asesinar a todo un pueblo ¿no crees?

-En eso tienes razón, pero no dejo de pensar que no eres jedi – responde bajando el bláster

-Puede que tengas razón, o sólo sea tu percepción. Pero mi misión es cuidar que Anakin no caiga al lado oscuro – admites y Padmé pareció comprenderte.

- ¿Está en peligro de caer al lado oscuro?

-Si me hubieses preguntado eso hace diez años, te hubiese respondido que no; pero ahora, definitivamente corre más peligro con cada día que pasa.

- ¿Qué puedo hacer para ayudar? – pregunta preocupada, definitivamente amaba a Anakin.

-Intenta enseñarle que está bien sentir, pero que intente controlar sus sentimientos y no piense de manera tan apresurada. Creo que, entre las dos, podremos hacerlo.

-Mientras sea por Anakin, prometo no delatarte.

-Gracias, Padmé. Realmente, gracias.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ✦ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

La transmisión de Obi-Wan los dejó sorprendidos y la orden de Windu los dejó pensando en qué hacer. Si fuese otra situación lo hubieses ido a buscar sin dudarlo, pero Anakin no debía ir, tenía que quedarse.

Padmé se puso de pie y bajó de la nave con rumbo a la casa de los Lars.

- ¿A dónde vas? – pregunta Anakin por ambos

-A despedirme de tu madre y los Lars, no pienso quedarme cruzada de brazos mientras un amigo necesita nuestra ayuda.

Sonreíste complacida, deseabas ir a ayudar a Kenobi y gracias a la impulsividad de Padmé podrías hacerlo. Definitivamente se lo agradecías, con la conversación del día anterior su relación había tomado un ligero cambio, pero esperaba que fuese para bien y su amistad se fortaleciera.

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sabugabr · 3 years ago

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Why the Clone problem in Star Wars animated media is also a Mandalorian problem, and why we have to talk about it (PART 2)

Hi! I finally finished wrapping this up, so here’s part 2 of what has already become a mini article (you can find Part 1 here, if you like!)

And for this part, it won’t be as much as a critic as part 1 was, but instead I’d like to focus more on what I consider to be a wasted potential regarding the representation of the Clones in the Star Wars animated media, from the first season of The Clone Wars till now, and why I believe it to be an extension of the Mandalorian problem I discussed in part 1 �� the good old colonialism.

Sources used, as always, will be linked at the end of this post!

PART 2: THE CLONES

Cody will never know peace

So I’d like to state that I won’t focus as much on the blatantly whitewashing aspect, for I believe it to be very clear by now. If you aren’t familiar with it, I highly recommend you search around tumblr and the internet, there are a lot of interesting articles and posts about it that explain things very didactically and in detail. The only thing you need to know to get this started is that even at the first seasons of Clone Wars (when the troopers still had this somewhat darker skin complexion and all) they were still a whitewashed version of Temuera Morrison (Jango’s actor). And from then, as we all know, they only got whiter and whiter till we get where we are now, in rage.

Look at this very ambiguously non-white but still westernized men fiercely guarding their pin-up space poster

Now look at this still westernized but slightly (sarcasm) whiter men who for some reason now have different tanning levels among them (See how Rex now has a lighter skin tone? WHEN THE HELL DID THAT HAPPEN KKKKKKK) Anyway you got the idea. So without further ado...

2.1 THE FANTASY METAPHOR

As I mentioned before in Part 1, one thing that has to be very clear if you want to follow my train of thought is that it’s impossible to consume something without attributing cultural meanings to it, or without making cultural associations. This things will naturally happen and it often can improve our connection to certain narratives, especially fantastic ones. Even if a story takes place in a fantastic/sci fi universe, with all fictional species and people and worlds and cultures, they never come from nowhere, and almost always they have some or a lot of basing in real people and cultures. And when done properly, this can help making these stories resonate in a very beautifull, meaningfull way. I actually believe this intrisic cultural associations are the things that make these stories work at all. As the brilliant american speculative/science fiction author Ursula K. Le Guin says in the introduction (added in 1976) of her novel The Left Hand of Darkness, and that I was not able to chopp much because it’s absolutely genious and i’ll be leaving the link to the full text right here,

“The purpose of a thought-experiment, as the term was used by Schrodinger and other physicists, is not to predict the future — indeed Schrodinger's most famous thought-experiment goes to show that the ‘future,’ on the quantum level, cannot be predicted — but to describe reality, the present world.

Science fiction is not predictive; it is descriptive.”

[...] “Fiction writers, at least in their braver moments, do desire the truth: to know it, speak it, serve it. But they go about it in a peculiar and devious way, which consists in inventing persons, places, and events which never did and never will exist or occur, and telling about these fictions in detail and at length and with a great deal of emotion, and then when they are done writing down this pack of lies, they say, There! That's the truth!

They may use all kinds of facts to support their tissue of lies. They may describe the Marshalsea Prison, which was a real place, or the battle of Borodino, which really was fought, or the process of cloning, which really takes place in laboratories, or the deterioration of a personality, which is described in real textbooks of psychology; and so on. This weight of verifiable place-event-phenomenon-behavior makes the reader forget that he is reading a pure invention, a history that never took place anywhere but in that unlocalisable region, the author's mind. In fact, while we read a novel, we are insane —bonkers. We believe in the existence of people who aren't there, we hear their voices, we watch the battle of Borodino with them, we may even become Napoleon. Sanity returns (in most cases) when the book is closed.”

[...] “ In reading a novel, any novel, we have to know perfectly well that the whole thing is nonsense, and then, while reading, believe every word of it. Finally, when we're done with it, we may find — if it's a good novel — that we're a bit different from what we were before we read it, that we have been changed a little, as if by having met a new face, crossed a street we never crossed before. But it's very hard to say just what we learned, how we were changed.

The artist deals with what cannot be said in words.

The artist whose medium is fiction does this within words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words. Words can be used thus paradoxically because they have, along with a semiotic usage, a symbolic or metaphoric usage. [...] All fiction is metaphor. Science fiction is metaphor. What sets it apart from older forms of fiction seems to be its use of new metaphors, drawn from certain great dominants of our contemporary life — science, all the sciences, and technology, and the relativistic and the historical outlook, among them. Space travel is one of these metaphors; so is an alternative society, an alternative biology; the future is another. The future, in fiction, is a metaphor.

A metaphor for what?” [1]

A metaphor for what indeed. I won’t be going into what Star Wars as a whole is a metaphor for, because I am certain that it varies from person to person, and everyone can and has the total right to take whatever they want from this story, and understand it as they see fit. That’s why it’s called the modern myth. And therefore, all I’ll be saying here is playinly my take not only on what I understand the Clones to be, but what I believe they could have meant.

2.2 SO, BOBA IS A CLONE

I don’t want to get too repetitive, but I wanted to adress it because even though I by no means intend to put Boba and the Clones in the same bag, there is one aspect about them that I find very similar and interesting, that is the persue of individuality. While the Clones have this very intrinsically connected to their narratives, in Boba’s case this appears more in his concept design. As I mentioned in Part 1, one of the things the CW staff had in mind while designing the mandalorians is that they wanted to make Boba seem unique and distinguishable from them, and honestly even in the original trilogy he stands out a lot. He is unique and memorable and that’s one of the things that draws us to him.

And as we all know, both Boba and Jango and the Clones are played by Temuera Morrison — and occasionally by the wonderful Bodie Taylor and Daniel Logan. And Temuera Morrison comes from the Maori people. And differently from the mandalorian case, where we were talking about a whole planet, in this situation we’re talking about portraying one single person, so there’s nowhere to go around his appearance and phenotypes, right? I mean, you are literally representing an actual individual, so there’s no way you could alter their looks, right?

(hahahaha wrong)

And besides that, I think that is in situations like that (when we are talking about individuals) that the actor’s perspective could really have a place to shine (just the same as how Lea was mostly written by Carrie Fisher). In this very heart-warming interview for The New York Times (which you can read full signing up for their 5-free-articles-per-month policy), Temuera Morrison talks a little bit about how he incorporated his cultural background to Boba Fett in The Mandalorian:

“I come from the Maori nation of New Zealand, the Indigenous people — we’re the Down Under Polynesians — and I wanted to bring that kind of spirit and energy, which we call wairua. I’ve been trained in my cultural dance, which we call the haka. I’ve also been trained in some of our weapons, so that’s how I was able to manipulate some of the weapons in my fight scenes and work with the gaffi stick, which my character has.” [2]

The Gaffi stick (or Gaderffii), btw, is the weapon used by the Tusken Raiders on Tatooine, and according to oceanic art expert Bruno Claessens it’s design was inspired by wooden Fijian war clubs called totokia. [3]

And I think is very clear how this background can influence one’s performance and approach to a character, and majorly how much more alive this character will feel like. Beyond that, having an actor from your culture to play and add elements to a character will higly improve your sense of connection with them (besides all the impact of seeying yourself on screen, and seeying yourself portrayed with respect). It would only make sense if the cultural elements that the actor brought when giving life to a fictional individual would’ve been kept and even deepened while expanding this role. And if you’re familiar with Star Wars Legends you’ll probably rememeber that in Legends Jango would train and raise all Clone troopers in the Mandalorian culture, so that the Clones would sing traditional war chants before battles, be fluent in Mando’a (Mandalore’s language) and some would proudly take mandalorian names for themselves. So why didn’t Filoni Inc. take that into account when they went to delve into the clones in The Clone Wars?

2.3 THE WHITE MINORITY

First of all I’d like to state that all this is 100% me conjecturing, and by no means at all I’m saying that this is what really happened. But while I was re-watching CW before The Bad Batch premiere, something came to my mind regarding the whitewashing of the Clones, and I’d like to leave that on the table.

So, you know this kind of recent movies and series that depicted like, fairies in this fictional world where fairies were very opressed, but there would be a lot of fairies played by white actors? Just like Bright and Carnival Row. If you’ve watched some of these and have some racial conscience, you’ll probably know where I’m going here. And the issue with it is that often this medias will portray real situations of racism and opression and prejudice, but all applied to white people. Like in Carnival Row, when going to work as a maid in a rich human house, our girl Cara Delevingne had to fight not to have her braids (which held a lot of significance in her culture) cut by her intolerant human mistress, because the braids were not “appropriate”. Got it? hahahaha what a joy

Look at her ethnic braids!!!

One of the reasons this happens might be to relieve a white audience of the burden of watching these stories and feeling what I like to call “white guilt”. Because, as we all know, white people were never very oppressed. Historically speaking, white people have always been in privileged social positions, and in an exploitative relationship between two ethnic groups, white people very usually would be the exploiters — the opressors. So while watching situations (that every minority would know to be very real) of opression in fiction, if these situations were lived by a white actor, there would be no real-life associations, because we have no historical parameter to associate this situation with anything in real life — if you are white. Thus, there is less chance that, when consuming one of these narratives, whoever is watching will question the "truthfulness" of these situations (because it's not "real racism", see, "they're just fairies"). It's easier for a person to watch without having to step out of their comfort zone, or confront the reality of real people who actually go through things like that. There's even a chance that this might diminish empathy for these people.

Once again, not saying this is specifically the case of the Clones, majorly because one of the main feelings you have when watching CW is exactly empathy for the troopers (at least for me, honestly, the galaxy could explode, I just wanted those poor men to be happy for God’s sake). But I’ll talk more about it later.

The thing is, the whole thing with the Clones, if you think about it, it’s not pretty. If you step on little tiny bit outside the bubble of “fictional fantasy”, the concept is very outrageous. They are kept in conditions analogous to slavery, to say the least. To say the more, they were literally made in an on-demand lab to serve a purpose they are personally not a part of, for which they will neither receive any reward nor share any part of the gains. On the contrary, as we saw in The Bad Batch, as soon as the war was over and the clones were no longer useful as cannonballs, they were discarded. In the (wonderful) episode 6 of the third season of (the almost flawless) Rebels, “The Last Battle”, we're even personally introduced to the analogy that there really wasn't much difference in value between clones and droids, something that was pretty clear in Clone Wars but hadn't been said explicitly yet.

In fact, technically the Separatists can be considered to be more human than the Republic. But that's just my opinion.

So, you had this whole army of pretty much slaves. I know this is a heavy term, but these were people who were originally stripped of any sense of humanity or individuality, made literally to go to war and die in it, doing so purely in exchange for food and lodging, under the false pretense that they belonged to a glorious purpose (yes, Loki me taught that term, that was the only thing I absorbed from this series). Doing all this under extremely precarious conditions from which they had no chance of getting out, actually, getting out was tantamount to the death penalty. They were slaves. In milder terms, an oppressed minority. And again, I don't know if that was the case, but I can understand why Filoni Inc would be apprehensive about representing phenotically indigenous people in this situation. Especially since we in theory should see Anakin and Obi-Wan as the good guys.

(and here I’d like to leave a little disclaimer that I believe the whole Anakin-was-a-slave-once plot was HUGELY misused (and honestly just badly done) both in the prequels and in the animeted series — maybe for the best, since he was, you know, white and all that, and I don’t know how the writers would have handled it, but ANYWAY — I believe this could have been further explored, particularly regarding his relationship with the Clones, and how it could have influenced his revolt against the Jedi, and manipulated to add to his anger and all that. I mean, we already HAD the fact that Anakin shared a deeper conection with his troopers than usual)

Yes, Rex, you have common trauma experiences to share. But anyway, backing to my track

As I was saying, we are to see them as good guys, and maybe that could’ve been tricky if we saw them hooping up on slavery practices. Like, idk, a “nice” sugar plantation owner? (I don’t know the correct word for it in english, but in portuguese they were called senhores de engenho) Like this guy from 12 Years a Slave?

You know, the slave owner who was “nice”. IDK, anyway

No one will ever watch Clone Wars and make this association (I believe not, at least), of course not. But if we were to see how CW deepened the clone arcs, and see them as phenotypically indigenous, subjected to certain situations that occur in CW (yes, like Umbara), maybe some kind of association would’ve been easier to make.

I mean, come onnnn I can’t be the only one seeing it

You see, maybe not the whole 12 Years a Slave association one, but I don’t think it’s hard to see there was something there. And maybe this could’ve been even more evident if they looked non-white. Because historically, both black peoples and indigenous peoples went through processes of slavery, from which we as a society are still impacted today. And to slave a people, the first thing you have to do is strip them from their humanity. So it might be easier to see this situation and apply it to real life. And maybe that could lead to a whole lot of other questions regarding the Clones, the Republic, the Jedi, and even how chill Obi-Wan was about all this. We might come out of it, as lady Ursula Le Guin stated in the fragment above, a bit different from what we were before we watch it.

Maybe even unconsciously, Filoni Inc thought we would be more confortable watching if they just looked white (and because of colonialism and all that, but I’m adding thoughts here).

And of course I don’t like the idea of, idk, looking at Obi-Wan and thinking about Benedict Cumberbatch in 12 Years a Slave or something like that. Of course that, if the Clones were to play the same role as they did in the prequels, to obediently serve the Jedi and quietly die for them, that would have been bad, and hurtfull, and pejorative if added to all that I said here. But the thing is that Clone Wars, consciously or not, already solved that. At least to my point of view, they already managed to approach this situation in an incredible competent way, that is giving them agency.

2.4 AGENCY AND INDIVIDUALITY

So, one of the things I love most in Clone Wars is how it really feels like it’s about the Clones. Like, we have the bigger scene of Palpatine taking over, Ahsoka’s growth arc, Anakin’s turn to The Dark Side, the dawn of the Jedi and rise of the Empire and all that, but it also has this idk, vibe, of there’s actually something going on that no one in scene is talking about? And this something is the Clones. We have these episodes spread throughout the seasons, even out of chronological order, which when watched together tell a parallel story to the war, to everything I mentioned. Which is a story about individuals. Clone Wars manages to, in a (at least to me) very touching way, make the Clones be the heros.

Can you really look me in the eye and say that Five’s story didn’t CRASH you like a full-speed train???? He may not have the same amount of screen-time as the protagonists, but his story is just as important as theirs (and to me, it might be the most meaningful one). Because he is the first to break free from the opression cicle all the Clones were trapped into.

His story can be divided into 6 phases.

1 - First, the construction of his individuality, in other words, the reclaiming of his humanity.

2 - Then the assimilation of understanding yourself as an individual of value, and then extending this to all his brothers, not as a unit, but as a set of individuals collectively having this same newly discovered value.

3 - This makes him realize that in the situation they find themselves in, they are not being recognized as such. This makes him question the reality of their situation.

4 - Freed from the illusion of his state, he seeks the truth about it.

5 - This then leads him to seek liberation not just for himself, but for all the Clones (it's basically Plato's Cave, and I'm not exaggerating here).

6 - And finally, precisely because he has assimilated his individuality and sought freedom for himself and his brothers, he is punished for it.

His story is all about agency. Agency, according to the Wikipedia page that is the first to appear if you type “agency” on Google, is that agency is “the abstract principle that autonomous beings, agents, are capable of acting by themselves” [4], and this abstract principle can be dissected in 7 segments:

Law - a person acting on behalf of another person

Religious - "the privilege of choice... introduced by God"

Moral - capacity for making moral judgments

Philosophical - the capacity of an autonomous agent to act, relating to action theory in philosophy

Psychological - the ability to recognize or attribute agency in humans and non-human animals

Sociological - the ability of social actors to make independent choices, relating to action theory in sociology

Structural - ability of an individual to organize future situations and resource distribution

All of them apply here. And this is just the story of one Clone. We know there are many others throughout the series.

Agency is what can make the world of a difference when you are telling a story about an opressed minority. Because opressed minorities do exist, and opression exists, and if you are insecure about consuming a fictional media about opressed minorities, see if they have agency might be a good place to start. So that’s why I think that everything I said before in 2.3 falls short. Because the solution already existed, and was indeed done. Honestly, making the non-agency representation of the Clones (the one we see in the prequels) to be the one played by Temuera Morrison, and then giving them agency in the version where they appear to be white, just leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.

And honestly, if they were to make the Clones look like Temuera Morrison, and by that mean, take more inspiration in the Māori culture, maybe they wouldn’t even have to change much of their representation besides their facial features. As I said in part 1, I am not by any means an expert in polynesian cultures, but there was something that really got me while I was researching about it. And is the facial tattoos. More precisely, the tā moko.

2.5 TĀ MOKO

Once again I’ll be using the Te Ara: The Encyclopedia of New Zealand as source, and you can find the articles used linked at the end of this post.

Etymologically speaking,

“The term moko traditionally applied to male facial tattooing, while kauae referred to moko on the chins of women. There were other specific terms for tattooing on other parts of the body. Eventually ‘moko’ came to be used for Māori tattooing in general.” [5]

So moko is the correct name for the characteristic tattoos we often see when we look for Māori culture.

These ones ^. Please also look this book up, it’s beautiful. It’s written by Ngahuia Te Awekotuku, a New Zealand academic specialising in Māori cultural issues and a lesbian activist. She’s wonderful.

According to the Tourism NewZealand website,

“In Māori culture, it [moko] reflects the individual's whakapapa (ancestry) and personal history. In earlier times it was an important signifier of social rank, knowledge, skill and eligibility to marry.”

“Traditionally men received moko on their faces, buttocks and thighs. Māori face tattoos are the ultimate expression of Māori identity. Māori believe the head is the most sacred part of the body, so facial tattoos have special significance.”

[...] “The main lines in a Māori tattoo are called manawa, which is the Māori word for heart.” [6]

Therefore, in the Māori culture, there’s this incredibly deep meaning attributed to the (specific of their culture) tattooing of the face. The act of tattooing the body, any part of the body, is incredibly powerful in many cultures around the globe. The adornment of the body can have different meanings for these different cultures, but all of which I've come into contact with do mean a lot. It’s one of the oldest and most beautiful human expressions of individuality and identity.

And in the Star Wars universe, the Clones are the group that has the deeper connection to, and the best narrative regarding, tattoos. In fact, besides Hera’s father, Cham Syndulla, the Clones are the only individuals to have tattooed skin, at least that I can recall of. And they do share a deep connection to it.

For the Clones, the tattoos (added to hairstyles) are the most meaningful way in which they can express themselves. Is what makes them distinguishable from each other to other people. Tattoos are one of the things that represent them as individuals.

And I’m not BY ANY MEANS sayin that the Clones facial tattoos = Moko. That’s not my point. But that’s one of the things I meant when I said earlier about the wasted potential of the representation of the Clones (in my point of view). Because maybe if it were their intention to base the culture of the clones after the polynesian culture, maybe if it were their intention to make the Clones actually look like Temuera Morrison, this could have meant a whole deal. More than it’d appear looking to it from outside this culture. Maybe if there were actual polynesian people in the team that designed the Clones and wrote them (or at least indigenous people, something), who knows what we could’ve had.

Even in Hunter’s design, I noticed that if you take for example this frame of Temuera from the movie River Queen (2005), where we can have a closer look at the design of his tā moko

Speaking purely plastically (because I don’t want to get into the movie itself, just using it as example because then I can use Temuera himself as a comparison), see the lines around the contours of his mouth? Now look at Hunter’s.

I find it interesting that they choose to design this lines coming from around his nose like that. But at this point I am stretching A LOT into plastic and semiotics, so this comparison is just a little thing that got my attention. I know that his tattoo is a skull and etc etc, I’m just poiting this out. And it even makes me a little frustrated, because they could have taken so many interesting paths in the Bad Batch designs. But instead they choose to pay homage to Rambo. And I mean, I like Rambo, I think he’s cool and all that.

Look at him doing Filipino martial arts

But then, as we say in Brasil, they had the knife and the cheese in their hands (all they had to do was cut the cheese, but they didn’t). Istead, it seems like in order to make Hunter look like Rambo, they made him even whiter???

2.6 SO...

Look, I love The Clone Wars. I’m crazy about it. I love the Clones, I love their stories and plots. They are great characters and one of the greatest addings ever made in the Star Wars universe. They even have, in my opinion, the best soundtrack piece to feature in a Star Wars media since John Williams’ wonderful score. It just feels to me as if their narrative core is full of bagage, and meanings, and associations that were just wiped under the carpet when they suddenly became white. It just feels to me as if, once again, they were trying to erase the person behing the trooper mask, and the people they were to represent, and the history they should evoke.

I don’t know why they were whitewashed. Maybe it was just the old due racism and colonialism. Maybe it was meant for us to not question the Jedi, or our good guys, or the real morality of this fictional universe where we were immersed. But then, was it meant for what?

The Clones were a metaphor for what?

(spoiler: the answer still contains colonialism)

Thank you so much for reading !!!! (and congratulations for getting this far, you are a true hero)

SOURCES USED IN THIS:

[1] Ursulla K. Le Guin, 'The Left Hand of Darkness', 14th ACE print run of June, 1977

[2] Dave Itzkoff, 'Being Boba Fett: Temuera Morrison Discusses ‘The Mandalorian’', The New York Times, published Dec. 7, 2020, https://www.nytimes.com/2020/12/07/arts/television/the-mandalorian-boba-fett-temuera-morrison.html (accessed 15 September 2021)

[3] Bruno Claessens, 'George Lucas' "Star Wars" and Oceanic art' , Archived from the original on December 5, 2020, https://web.archive.org/web/20201205114353/http://brunoclaessens.com/2015/07/george-lucas-star-wars-and-oceanic-art/#.YEiJ-p37RhF (accessed 15 September 2021)

[4] Wikipedia contributors, "Agency," Wikipedia, The Free Encyclopedia, https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Agency&oldid=1037924611 (accessed September 17, 2021)

[5] Rawinia Higgins, 'Tā moko – Māori tattooing - Origins of tā moko', Te Ara - the Encyclopedia of New Zealand, http://www.TeAra.govt.nz/en/ta-moko-maori-tattooing/page-1 (accessed 17 September 2021)

[6] Tourism New Zealand, ‘The meaning of tā moko, traditional Māori tattoos’, The Tourism New Zealand website, https://www.newzealand.com/us/feature/ta-moko-maori-tattoo/ (accessed 17 September 2021)

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Mark Boudreaux- Designed Star Wars toys for Kenner and Hasbro (1955-2023)

Ray Stevenson- Gar Saxon in Star Wars: Rebels and Clone Wars and Baylan Skoll in Ahsoka (1964-2023)

John Beasley- Portrayed a bartender in The Mandalorian (1943-2023)

Treat Williams- Rebel Trooper in Episode 5- The Empire Strikes Back (1951-2023)

John Romita Jr.- Penciller and Cover Artist for Droids 1-5 (1930-2023)

Paul Reubens-Voiced RX-24 in the original version of Star Tours and Star Wars: Rebels. Also voiced R-3X in Oga’s Cantina at Disney’s Galaxy’s Edge (1952-2023)

Dan Green- Inker of Star Wars: Darth Vader and the Lost Command (?-2023)

Jamie Christopher- First assistant director for Episode 8- The Last Jedi. Also portrayed Jaycris Tubbs in the same film (1971-2023)

Shawna Trpcic- Costume Designer for many Star Wars shows (1966-2023)

Roger Kastel- Created poster art for Episode 5- The Empire Strikes Back (1931-2032)

Alan Fernandez- Tusken Raider in Episode 4- A New Hope (?-2023)

Ian Gibson- Penciller who worked on Boba Fett: Enemy of the Empire (1946-2023)

Barrie Holland- Renz in Episode 6- Return of the Jedi (1938-2023)

Richard Franklin-Sirro Argonne in Rouge One: A Star Wars Story (1936-2023)

Les Conrad- An extra in the original trilogy (?-2024)

Carl Weathers- Greef Karga in The Mandalorian (1948-2024)

Alec Mills- Main unit camera operator for Episode 6- Return of the Jedi (1932-2024)

Michael Culver- Lorth Needa in Episode 5- The Empire Strikes Back (1938-2024)

Mark Dodson- Voiced Salacious B. Crumb in Episode 6- Return of the Jedi (1960-2024)

Dianne Crittenden- Casting Manager for Episode 4- A New Hope (1941-2024)

Bill Hargreaves- Prop Master for Episode 5- The Empire Strikes Back (?-2024)

Star Wars Day- A Memorial

Happy National Star Wars Day, everyone!

Last year, I commemorated this day by beginning a 14 week-long project, in which I reviewed all existing Star Wars movies. Of course, since Episode 9- Rise of Skywalker won’t be out until December, it will be a while longer before I can review that one.

So this year, I decided to take a moment to look back and remember all the Star Wars cast and crew we have lost throughout the years. Because without their time and talent, the timeless saga might never have become the phenomenon it has become.

Leigh Brackett- Writer of the First Draft of Episode 5- The Empire Strikes Back (1915-1978)

John Barry- Production Designer for Episode 4- A New Hope and 2nd Unit Director for Episode 5- The Empire Strikes Back (1935-1979)

Graham Ashley- Gold Five in Episode 4- A New Hope (1927-1979)

Russ Manning- Writer and Penciller of the Star Wars newspaper comic strip from 1979 to 1980 (1929-1981)

Eddie Byrne- General Vanden Willard in Episode 4- A New Hope (1911-1981)

Richard Marquand- Director of Episode 6- Return of the Jedi (1937-1987)

Barry Gnome- Kabe in Episode 4- A New Hope (1914-1988)

Alex McCrindle- General Jan Dodonna in Episode 4- A New Hope (1911-1990)

Vince Colletta- Inked Marvel’s Star Wars #64: Serphidian Eyes(1923-1991)

Anthony Lang- Sim Aloo in Episode 6- Return of the Jedi (?-1992)

Peter Cushing- Grand Moff Wihuff Tarkin in Episode 4-A New Hope(1913-1994)

Tarik the Bear- Primary source for the voice of Chewbacca, as well as Lumpawaroo ‘Lumpy’ in the Star Wars Holiday Special (1977-1994)

Sebastian Shaw- Anakin Skywalker in the original version of Episode 6- Return of the Jedi (1905-1994)

Pat Welsh- Voice of Boushh in Episode 6- Return of the Jedi (1915-1995)

Morris Bush- Dengar in Episode 5- The Empire Strikes Back (1930-1995)

Brian Daley- Author of The Han Solo Adventures and the Star Wars radio dramas (1947-1996)

Jeremy Sinden- Dex Tiree in Episode 4- A New Hope (1950-1996)

Don Henderson- General Cassio Tagge in Episode 4- A New Hope (1931-1997)

Jack Purvis- Chief Jawa in Episode 4- A New Hope, Ugnaught in Episode 5- The Empire Strikes Back and Teebo in Episode 6- Return of the Jedi (1937-1997)

Archie Goodwin- Writer for the Star Wars newspaper comic strips and the Marvel Star Wars comics (1937-1998)

Declan Mulholland- Stand-in for Jabba the Hutt in Episode 4-A New Hope (1932-1999)

Mary Kay Bergman- Voiced multiple characters in the Episode 1- The Phantom Menace video game (1961-1999)

Edvin Biukovic- Penciller for X-Wing Rouge Squadron: The Phantom Affair and The Last Command (1969-1999)

Gil Kane- Illustrator for the Marvel Star Wars comics (1926-2000)

George Roussos- Illustrator for the Marvel Star Wars comics (1915-2000)

Alfredo Alcala- Illustrator for many classic Star Wars comics (1925-2000)

Chic Stone- Inker for Marvel’s Star Wars #45: Death Probe (1923-2000)

Sir Alec Guinness- Obi-Wan ‘Ben’ Kenobi in the original Star Wars Trilogy (1914-2000)

Shelagh Fraser- Aunt Beru in Episode 4- A New Hope (1920-2000)

Tom Chantrell- Designer of the Style C posters for Star Wars in 1977 (1916-2001)

Ted Burnett- Wuher the Bartender in Episode 4- A New Hope (1926-2001)

Heinz Petruo- Voiced Darth Vader in the German dub (1918-2001)

Claire Davenport- Yarna d’al’ Gargan in Episode 6- Return of the Jedi (1933-2002)

George Alec Effinger- Writer of The Great God Quay: The Tale of Varada and the Weequays (1947-2002)

Des Webb- The Wampa in Episode 5- The Empire Strikes Back (?-2002)

Art Carney- Saun Dann in The Star Wars Holiday Special (1918-2003)

Peter Diamond- Stunt Coordinator for Episode 4- A New Hope and Episode 5- The Empire Strikes Back. Also assisted with stunts in Episode 6- Return of the Jedi, as well as portrayed stormtroopers, Tusken Raiders and a snowtrooper throughout the original Star Wars Trilogy (1929-2004)

Bruce Boa- General Rieekan in Episode 5- The Empire Strikes Back (1930-2004)

Alf Joint- Stunt Performer in Episode 6- Return of the Jedi (1927-2005)

Brock Peters- Voiced Darth Vader in the Star Wars radio adaptations (1927-2005)

Michael Sheard- Admiral Kendal Ozzel in Episode 5- The Empire Strikes Back (1938-2005)

Hamilton Camp- Voice of Rune Haako in Galactic Battlegrounds (1934-2005)

Charles Rocket- Voice of Nym in Star Wars: Starfighter and Star Wars: Jedi Starfighter (1949-2005)

John Hollis- Lobot in Episode 5- The Empire Strikes Back (1927-2005)

William Hootkins- Jek Porkins in Episode 4- A New Hope (1948-2005)

Phil Brown- Owen Lars in Episode 4- A New Hope (1916-2006)

Paul Gleason- Jeremitt Towani in Ewoks: The Battle for Endor (1939-2006)

Tim Hilderbrandt- Designer of one of the original theatrical release posters for Star Wars. Also credited for the artwork in the Shadows of the Empire project (1939-2006)

Lykke Nielsen- Voiced Princess Leia in the Dainish Star Wars audiotapes (1946-2006)

Dave Cockrum- Artist responsible for several covers for Marvel’s Star Wars comics (1943-2006)

Christine Hewett- Shada D’ukai in Episode 4- A New Hope (1943-2007)

Larry Ward- Voice of Greedo in Episode 4- A New Hope and Jabba the Hutt in Episode 6- Return of the Jedi. Also helped develop the Huttese language alongside Ben Burtt (1944-2007)

Mark Haigh-Hutchinson- Project leader for Star Wars: Rouge Squadron and Shadows of the Empire video game. Also worked on other Star Wars games (1964-2008)

Dwight Hemion- Executive Producer of The Star Wars Holiday Special (1926-2008)

John Alvin- Artist for various Star Wars posters, book covers and video covers, including the covers for the Jedi Acadamy trilogy and poster for Celebration IV in 2007 (1948-2008)

Harvey Korman- Krelman, Chef Gormaanda and Dromboid in The Star Wars Holiday Special (1927-2008)

Stan Winston- Visual Effects and Makeup Artist. Worked on the new Wookiee costumes for The Star Wars Holiday Special (1946-2008)

Don LaFontaine- Voice Actor who narrated the 1995 VHS release of The Making of Star Wars (1940-2008)

Bea Authur- Ackmena in The Star Wars Holiday Special (1922-2009)

Don Ivan Punchatz- Science Fiction writer who created the first Star Wars poster (1936-2009)

Mark Jones- Commander Nemet in Episode 5- The Empire Strikes Back (1939-2010)

Gareth Rigan- Executive Producer for Episode 4- A New Hope (1931-2010)

Richard Devon- Voice Actor for Star Wars: Ewoks (1926-2010)

Al Williamson- Comic Illustrator for various Marvel Star Wars comics and Classic Star Wars comics (1931-2010)

Alan Hume- Cinematographer for Episode 6- Return of the Jedi (1924-2010)

Jackie Burroughs- Voice of Morag in Star Wars: Ewoks (1939-2010)

Irvin Kershner- Director of Episode 5- The Empire Strikes Back (1923-2010)

Grant McCune- Chief Modelmaker for Episode 4- A New Hope (1943-2010)

Bob Anderson- Swordmaster who played Darth Vader in the fight scenes of Episode 5- The Empire Strikes Back and Episode 6- Return of the Jedi (1922-2012)

Ian Abercrombie- Voice of Palpatine/Darth Sidious in Star Wars: The Clone Wars film and TV Series (1934-2012)

David Anthony Pizzuto- Voice of Tanno Vik and Sedyn Kyne in the Star Wars: The Old Republic video game (1951-2012)

Ralph McQuarrie- Concept Artist for the original Star Wars Trilogy (1929-2012)

Bill Weston- Stuntman in the original Star Wars Trilogy (1941-2012)

Winston Rekert- Voice of Mungo Baobab and Sise From in Star Wars: Droids (1949-2012)

Colin Higgins- Wedge Antilles in Episode 4- A New Hope (?-2012)

Stuart Freeborn- Makeup artist for the original Star Wars Trilogy (1914-2013)

Carmine Infantino- Artist for many of the Marvel Star Wars comics (1924-2013)

Richard LeParmentier- Admiral Motti in Episode 4- A New Hope (1946-2013)

Gilbert Taylor- Cinematographer for Episode 4- A New Hope (1914-2013)

A.C. Crispin- Author of the Han Solo Trilogy and various short stories (1950-2013)

Christopher Malcolm- Rouge Two in Episode 5- The Empire Strikes Back (1946-2014)

Malcolm Tierney- Shann Childsen in Episode 4- A New Hope (1938-2014)

Aaron Allston- Author of thirteen Star Wars novels and several short stories (1960-2014)

Meshack Taylor- Voice of Wedge Antilles in the Star Wars radio Drama (1947-2014)

Joe Viskocil- Crew Member who worked on miniature explosions in Episode 4- A New Hope and miniature pyrotechnics for Episode 5- The Empire Strikes Back (1952-2014)

Khan Bonfils- Saesee Tiin in Episode 1: The Phantom Menace (1972-2015)

Keith Swaden- Stuntman for the original Star Wars Trilogy (1949-2015)

Richard Bonehill- Snowtrooper, stormtrooper and Palo Torshan in Episode 5- The Empire Strikes Back and a stormtrooper, a Mon Calamari, an X-Wing pilot, a TIE pilot, Nien Numb, Ree-Yees and Mosep Binneed in Episode 6- Return of the Jedi (1949-2015)

David Esch- Voiced Han Solo in the Star Wars: Galactic Battlegrounds video game (1948-2015)

Sir Christopher Lee- Count Dooku/Darth Tyranus in Episode 2- Attack of the Clones and Episode 3- Revenge of the Sith (1922-2015)

George Coe- Voice of Tee Watt Kaa in Star Wars: The Clone Wars (1929-2015)

Jason Winreen- Original voice of Boba Fett (1920-2015)

Bill E. Martin- Voice Actor in Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic, Episode 1- The Phantom Menace video game, Star Wars: Bounty Hunter and Star Wars: X-Wing Alliance (1945-2016)

Joe Alaskey- Voice Actor in Episode 1- The Phantom Menace video game (1952-2016)

Alethea McGrath- Jocasta Nu in Episode 2- Attack of the Clones and Episode 3-Revenge of the Sith video game (1920-2016)

Drewe Henley- Garven Dreis in Episode 4- A New Hope, as well as Rouge One: A Star Wars Story through archive footage (1940-2016)

Ray West- Re-Recording Mixer for Episode 4- A New Hope (1925-2016)

Erik Bauersfeld- Original voice of Gial Ackbar in Episode 6- Return of the Jedi, Episode 7- The Force Awakens and the Star Wars X-Wing video game. Also was Bib Fortuna in Episode 6- Return of the Jedi (1922-2016)

Ian Watkin- Voice of COO-2180 in Episode 2- Attack of the Clones (1940-2016)

Ronald Falk- Voice of Dexter Jettster in Episode 2- Attack of the Clones (1935-2016)

Kenny Baker- Largely known as the man inside R2-D2. Also was Paploo in Episode 6- Return of the Jedi (1934-2016)

Ian Liston- Wes Janson and an AT-AT gunner in Episode 5- The Empire Strikes Back (1948-2016)

Peter Sumner- Lieutenenat Pol Treidum in Episode 4- A New Hope (1942-2016)

Carrie Fisher- Princess Leia Organa (1956-2016)

Chris Wiggins- Voice of Mon Julpa in Star Wars: Droids (1931-2017)

John Forgeham- Gunnery Captain Bolvan in Episode 4- A New Hope (1941-2017)

Margaret Towner- Jira in Episode 1- The Phantom Menace (1920-2017)

John Cygan- voiced several Star Wars characters in video games and audio dramas (1954-2017)

Andy Cunningham- Mime Artist and Puppeteer for Ephant Mon in Episode 6- Return of the Jedi (1950-2017)

William Hoyland- Commander Igar in Episode 6- Return of the Jedi (1943-2017)

Barry Dennen- Voice of King Ramsis Dendup in Star Wars: The Clone Wars (1938-2017)

John Molio- Costume Designer for Episode 4- A New Hope and Episode 5- The Empire Strikes Back (1931-2017)

Alfie Curtis- Doctor Cornelius Evazan in Episode 4- A New Hope (1930-2017)

Jim Baikie- Inked, penciled and colored Empire’s End (1940-2017)

Allison Shearmur- Executive Producer for Rouge One: A Star Wars Story and Solo: A Star Wars Story (1963-2018)

Debbie Lee Carrington- Romba in Episode 6- Return of the Jedi and Weechee Warrick in Caravan of Courage: An Ewok Adventure (1959-2018)

Michael Ford- Set Director for Episode 5- The Empire Strikes Back and Episode 6- Return of the Jedi (1929-2018)

Bong Dazo- Penciled many Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic comics and the Star Wars:The Force Unleashed comic adaptation (1962-2018)

Marie Severin- Colorist for several issues of Star Wars, Droids and Ewoks (1929-2018)

Gary Kurtz- Producer for Episode 4- A New Hope and Episode 5- The Empire Strikes Back (1940-2018)

Marty Balin- Lead Singer of Jefferson Starship, which was featured in The Star Wars Holiday Special (1942-2018)

Carlos Ezquerra- Penciled and Inked the comic book series Mara Jade: By the Emperor’s Hand and the short comic Boba Fett ½ Salvage (1947-2018)

Stan Lee- Editor of Marvel Comics who wrote the introduction of The Marvel Comics Illustrated Version of Star Wars (1922-2018)

Willard Huyck- Script Doctor for the first draft of Episode 4- A New Hope (1945-2018)

John Wreford- Lieutenant Hija in Episode 4- A New Hope (1943-2018)

William Morgan Sheppard- Voice of Heavy Gun Trooper and Ruulian Strip Miner in Star Wars: Force Commander (1932-2019)

Bronco McLoughlin- Stormtrooper in Episode 4- A New Hope (1938-2019)

Shane Rimmer- Rebel Crew Chief in Episode 4- A New Hope (1929-2019)

Vonda N. McIntyre- Author of The Crystal Star (1948-2019)

Frank Henson- Stormtrooper, skiff guard and a rebel guard in Episode 6: Return of the Jedi (1935-2019)

Peter Mayhew- Chewbacca (1944-2019)

Thank you, all. Even though you are no longer here, your legacy will live on forever. As Luke himself once stated, no one’s ever really gone.

#may the fourth be with you #may the 4th

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nomadasdigital · 3 years ago

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The Book of Boba Fett sigue siendo una rareza. No es esencial verlo por sí solo, aunque el programa establece el futuro de The Mandalorian sin llevar realmente a sus propios protagonistas en una dirección interesante. Star Wars, siempre llena de potencial tanto como de ideas reales, va puramente por lo esperado aquí. Boba demuestra su valía como héroe de Mos Espa, pero el episodio sacrifica la caracterización por una trama desorganizada.

La guerra contra las drogas está lista para estallar en su totalidad en “In the Name of Honor”. Boba y Din Djarin se preparan para hacer su última resistencia en el santuario en ruinas de Garsa Fwip, amenazado por Cad Bane y los Pykes, mientras Fennec se dirige a la sede de los Pyke en las cercanías de Mos Eisley. Boba y Din toman una posición final contra los Pykes, ayudados por los habitantes de Freetown y su tanque.

Pero lo que es más importante, debido a que los hilos de The Mandalorian continúan eclipsando a The Book of Boba Fett en todo momento, Grogu ha tomado su decisión: regresar con Din. Luke Skywalker lo envía en el X-wing con Peli.

Cuando los Pykes envían dos droides gigantes con escudos, Boba toma represalias con el rancor. Din y Grogu se unen a tiempo para derribar a uno de los droides, así como el rancor desenfrenado después de que destroza al segundo droide. Boba y Cad Bane chocan, y Bane revela que los Pykes enviaron a la pandilla de deslizadores que mató a los Tuskens. Boba deja a Cad por muerto con una herida de su gaderffii literal y simbólica en el pecho. Al final, el equipo de Boba gana en todos los frentes, y los habitantes de Mos Espa lo tratan a él (y a Fennec, en menor medida) como héroes. ¡Ah, y Cobb Vanth vive!

La estrella de este episodio es el rancor, que se ve lo suficientemente bien en algunos momentos clave para compensar la acción flotante y el CGI conspicuo ocasional. Los mejores momentos impulsan a la criatura del suelo, dando a la acción una clara sensación de peso, el rancor balanceándose alrededor de los tejados y torres como un kaiju. El rancor y los roides asesinos que van cara a cara es divertido, con un peso cinético y ese clásico triunfo de la naturaleza sobre la tecnología de Star Wars.

A los humanos no les va tan bien. La interpretación del lenguaje corporal de Din Djarin continúa siendo destacada: incluso sus saltos y esquivas transmiten el matrimonio entre su desafortunado pero casi indestructible estilo de lucha y su desafortunado pero casi indestructible buen corazón. Desafortunadamente, la reunión entre Din y Grogu quita el esperado impulso que esperábamos para el inicio de la temporada 3 de The Mandalorian más que cualquier otra cosa. Es demasiado apresurado para tener suficiente sentimiento, incluso Pedro Pascal es incapaz de suavizar su voz lo suficiente como para hacer que "No sabía cuándo te volvería a ver" suene natural. Lo que podría haber sido el gran gancho emocional para el inicio dee temporada 3 de The Mandalorian se apresura con una inserción casi cómica en un programa completamente diferente. Hay un intento de darle a este momento el espacio que necesita dentro de una secuencia de persecución frenética, pero finalmente se mueve demasiado rápido y tiene lugar en la historia equivocada.

En cuanto al propio Grogu, su parte está sabiamente restringida. Si bien tiene momentos de gran héroe, ninguno de ellos se siente demasiado exagerado porque están tocados con la pequeñez y la dulzura del pequeño. Grogu tomando una siesta junto al rencor que acaba de arrullar para dormir con la Fuerza puede tener más que decir sobre el apego y la misericordia que un año de las recientes versiones de Disney sobre los Skywalkers.

Incluso Temuera Morrison, que siempre agrega un poco de humor y humanidad a su rígido diálogo, parece haberse quedado sin energía. El programa ciertamente ha mostrado a Boba tomando decisiones, como su rescate de Fennec y los Mods. Pero sus decisiones más importantes en este episodio están socavadas. El estira y afloja entre Fennec y Boba frente a Cad Bane finalmente inyecta algo de calor en sus desacuerdos, pero ver a Cad simplemente alejándose al final elimina ese impulso.

El discurso al que se hace referencia en el título del episodio sugiere un momento de coincidencia entre Boba y Din. Al mismo tiempo, el respeto inspirado por los Tusken de Boba por el código de Din hace que lo que Boba cree exactamente y por qué sea más acuoso, no menos. Boba no cree en el credo mandaloriano, pero tampoco cree exactamente en el código más egoísta de Cad Bane. ¿Quién es Boba Fett entonces? ¿solamente lo que sea más conveniente para el episodio de la semana?

La revelación de que los Pykes estaban detrás de la muerte de los Tuskens parece que debería ser más una revelación de lo que realmente es. Resulta que los Tuskens realmente estaban en la historia para sostener un espejo frente a Boba, convirtiéndolo en la versión más amable y gentil y luego quedándose en el camino para proporcionar un golpe emocional de último minuto que realmente no aterriza.

Nos sorprendió gratamente la conversación entre Boba y Cad. Resume su relación en The Clone Wars lo suficientemente bien: Boba era un niño cuando vio a Bane por última vez, y Bane todavía se ve a sí mismo como un mentor mayor que da consejos crueles en el lugar de trabajo. Es referencial sin ser simplemente un discurso explicativo de la historia de un personaje. Pero también deja las apuestas morales de Boba en una nota final extrañamente ambigua. ¿Boba es realmente como su padre por matar a Bane? Presumiblemente no, ya que Boba cosecha las recompensas de un buen tipo, pero el verdadero problema es que la pregunta no es tan interesante.

Mientras tanto, las batallas en las calles de Mos Espa son discretas y caricaturescas. En realidad, no nos importa en absoluto la violencia incruenta: la acción amigable para los niños de Star Wars es parte de su atractivo. Pero la falta de picos musicales realmente se nota, y las tácticas de los Mods se sienten artificiales. Algunos momentos de conexión humana entre Fennec y Drash o Drash y Jo, el portavoz de la pandilla de Freetown, se sienten como ediciones de última hora para insinuar arcos que en realidad no existen. De lo contrario, la acción es estática, extrañamente arraigada en lugares que carecen de drama en términos de emoción o apariencia. Drash creció cerca de un sitio de batalla, pero su entrega práctica de esa información hace que el lugar se sienta más como un escenario, no menos.

“In the Name of Honor” fue, en el mejor de los casos, una historia de aventuras decente. Refrenó el impulso de empacar cameos y conexiones que hicieron que los episodios anteriores se sintieran tan inconexos. Es fácil ver por qué algunos fans ven los dos episodios centrados en Din como una pérdida de tiempo valioso que podría haberse utilizado para desarrollar los dos protagonistas. Fennec todavía se siente más como una figura de acción o un ángel de dibujos animados en el hombro de Boba que como una persona. Con su personaje tan ligado al de Boba, nos preguntamos si esta podría haber sido la oportunidad de realmente Ming-Na Wen brillar en Star Wars.

Este Boba más amable tampoco se consolidó realmente como personaje. Tal vez una versión más despiadada de él al menos hubiera prestado más atención al programa.

#the book of boba fett #the mandalorian #star wars

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findswoman · 3 years ago

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Fic Writer Review

Tagged by @fontainebleau22 ! Thank you so much—this is a really thought-provoking list of fic questions, and I really enjoyed reading your responses to them!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

69 at present.

2. What’s your total AO3 wordcount?

252,460 as of the current writing. Not too shabby, I guess!

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

With the exception of very juvenile Star Trek: TOS juvenilia that never were posted publicly and are probably no longer accessible in any form (and that’s probably fine), it’s just been Star Wars—but various forms thereof, including the PT era, the OT era, Rebels, Rogue One, KOTOR, and small amounts of Legends EU and ST era.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Sixth Time’s the Charm (Rebels)—33 (probably no accident that this one is also currently my only fic centering on Kanera)

“I saw the wolf…” (Rebels)—19

Beautiful, Inexactly (PT era)—18

The Rains of Scarif (Rogue One)—14

Just Ask Dad; or, Talking Things Through on Taris (KOTOR)—12

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Oh yes, most certainly. I am sincerely grateful for each and every one that I get, and interaction is one of the best parts of fandom, as far as I’ve concerned.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Gosh, well… probably a toss-up between “There is no death!,” which ends with the Jedi OC committing suicide in full view of Darth Vader, in order to keep Vader from ripping a special Force talent of his from him (yes, that’s a factor in the story); and Opus Sixty-Six, where two OC musicians who are forced to perform before Emperor Palpatine perform the “wrong” piece in protest and are promptly killed for it. (Graceful as Water, in which a Tusken OC commits a violent murder, is pretty angsty and grim over all, but it ends with the murderer getting his just deserts, so the ending is not necessarily angsty per se.)

7. Do you write crossovers? If so what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I don’t, mainly because I have been working in only one fandom.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No, thank goodness.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Not currently. I’m still working out my feelings about smut, as it (or at least most instances of it) are just kind of a closed door to me. Even if it’s something I eventually end up experimenting with here and there (maybe? I don’t know), I don’t think it would ever be my main emphasis.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Gosh, no! I didn’t know that was a thing—I guess kind of the fic equivalent of an art repost? Never had anything like that happen, thank goodness.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Between the Porch and the Altar (a Gand OC one-shot) was translated into French by yahiko as Entre le portique et l’autel on Fanfictions.fr. The translation was a prize he offered for the Jedi Council Fanfic Forums awards in 2016.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! I’ve collaborated a few times on small-scale, just-for-fun projects with Ewok_Poet, and more recently I did a really fun collaboration with Chyntuck on a story featuring our two Hutt OCs on a romantic dinner out: Dinner at the Hungry Hutt (not on AO3 yet).

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Sorry, once again I’m going to have to give the same tiresome answer I always give for this and similar questions: the ones involving my OCs. 😛

14. What’s a wip that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Oh gee… I hate to say “never” about anything, but the closest thing to this right now is The Book of Gand. I think I will at least finish its part three, but beyond that, who knows just yet, and that is because even back in the past when I was actively working on it, I didn’t know how I was going to end it. (Moral of the story: know how it’s going to end before you start writing it! 😛 )

15. What are your writing strengths?

Fanon/worldbuilding, descriptions of settings and characters, dialogue, introspection. I feel I’m pretty good at characterization in general.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Using too many long sentences; generally not varying my sentence types enough; writing action and fight/battle scenes; writing anything involving a lot of tech, vehicles, etc.; writing sibling relationships (as I’m an only child).

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

This is something I would feel very unsure of doing unless I knew the other language (whether real-life or created/fictional) very, very well. Individual words and phrases I could probably manage, but entire dialogue passages, not so much.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Simultaneously Star Wars and Star Trek: TOS (se #3 above).

19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Oh, I hate this question. 😛 Yes, I know it’s totally cliché by now, but it really is like choosing a favorite child. But I will say I am particularly proud of my story series that involve lots of alien world building: The Book of Gand (and the associated Gand Series) and the Lasan Series.

Tagging: @jadelotusflower @independence1776 @rendar-writes @sassygirl579 @runrundoyourstuff @spacemomcreations @tarisilmarwen @gondalsqueen @jedi-valjean just to name some fanfic writers I know, but anyone who sees this is welcome to give it a go!

#fan fiction writing #finds writes #tag game

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sebgaillard · 3 years ago

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Boba Fett : un reboot du personnage par son évolution du blanc au noir, puis noir et armure.

Faire évoluer la “couleur” de la tenue d’un personnage du clair au sombre est un choix chromatique que Georges Lucas a exploité sur la première trilogie de Star Wars pour souligner le parcours et l’évolution de Luc Skywalker. Une idée visuelle reprise pour la mise en scène de The book of Boba Fett où les couleurs organiques enrichissent aussi le résultat final. Ce personnage quasi inexistant à l’écran jusqu’ici doit être complètement reconstruit par les scénaristes et réalisateurs via cette série. Ils ont donc repris un chemin visuel déjà très structurant dans la saga. Description et comparaison...

SPOILER ALERT : évoque les intrigues et traitements visuels des films Star Wars, les séries Mandalorian et Boba Fett.

Luc et Boba, même évolution par la direction artistique, mais qu’est-ce que ça nous dit des personnages dans leurs histoires respectives ?!

L’évolution de la tenue de Luc définie par G.Lucas sur la première trilogie est donc étonnamment reprise dans la direction artistique du personnage Boba Fett dans les 3 premiers épisodes de la série qui lui est dédiée.

Pour Boba le passage du blanc au noir se fera en seulement deux phases, là où il y a eu plus de subtilités pour Luc avec aussi tout un travail des bruns en intermédiaire avant le noir, ce qui n’est pas repris pour le chasseur de primes.

Le rôle et la nature des personnages de Luc et de Boba Fett sont plutôt différents. Il n’est pas question de la force pour Boba. Adopter un même choix d’évolution visuelle pour les deux personnages peut donc étonner.

Mais cela s’avère finalement assez logique si nous retournons le miroir pour s’amuser à regarder Luc finissant comme Boba ! Luc va progressivement d’un habit blanc vers une tenue noire (ce qu’il porte vers la fin du 3ème film), mais par dessus lequel il pourrait, comme Boba, aussi porter une armure du monde technique opposé au monde organique. N’est-ce pas une possibilité que se laissait l’intrigue des 3 films de la 1ère trilogie en symétrie avec son père Dark Vador, qui lui même a été ainsi mis en scène entre son évolution d’Anakin vers Dark Vador dans les Episodes 1 à 3 ?!

Au fil des 3 films des Episodes IV à VI les vêtements de Luc Skywalker suivent l’évolution et les hésitations du personnage: blanc, quelques bruns organiques, puis la main noire, suivie de la tenue noire.

Cela aurait donc pu aussi aller jusqu’à l’armure, comme pour Dark Vador (ou dans une moindre mesure pour Boba Fett), si le personnage avait finalement choisi une bascule vers l’obscur.

Luc aura semble-t-il gardé un temps le noir vu ce que nous dit le dernier épisode en date du Mandalorian (image ci-dessous), même si on sait qu’il retrouve aussi des couleurs organiques (mais aussi du noir) dans sa fin de vie traitée dans les 3 derniers films avec Riley.

Boba Fett : du blanc au noir, puis au noir + armure, en 3 épisodes

Dans les flash-back faisant remonter l’intrigue à la période du Retour du Jedi, Boba passe par ces étapes :

1. Le personnage doit enlever son armure fumante et se mettre à nu. Évidemment il repart de zéro alors que tout le monde le croit mort.

2. Au sein de la tribu des Tusken, Boba Fett est habillé tout de blanc. Logique dans le désert, et conforme à la ligne monochrome que la direction artistique de Star Wars a toujours décliné sur Tatooine pour mieux mettre en valeur les bruns “du monde organique” (G. Lucas) très exploité pour les Tusken et leurs animaux. Mais c’est surtout une approche visuelle qui fait repartir le personnage de zéro et le mêle dans les blancs en hautes lumière du sable de Tatooine. Il disparait donc dans le décor, avant de revenir plus tard avec une identité réaffirmée et rebâtie, et la tenue qui ira avec...

3. Son évolution relationnelle avec les Tusken le conduira à une forme d’intégration à la tribu, jusqu’à être « intronisé »: il est alors couvert de noir dans une cérémonie.

Boba Fett : de la tenue de tissu à l’armure

C’est dans la série The Mandalorian qu’il bouclera la boucle et retrouvera son armure dont les verts et bruns sont considérés par Georges Lucas comme ses deux couleurs pour « le monde organique » opposé au “monde technique”.

Cette armure de verts et bruns sur fond noir, complique le personnage : à la fois axé sur les noirs associés aux personnages sombres versés sur la haine, et en même temps aux couleurs organiques associées à la vie qui est l’anti-thèse du “monde technique” de l’ex-empire.

La tenue complète de tissu noir + armure marque l'aboutissement du personnage à sa nouvelle identité et fonction, et à sa nouvelle complexité. Maintenant que l’empire a chuté, Boba Fett cherche sa place en voulait siéger sur une partie de Tatooine et pour cela tout reste à construire, comme il s’est construit au fil de ces étapes du blanc au noir puis au noir + armure.

Cela crée également une symbiose dans son duo formé avec Fennec et sa tenue noire.

Images de la série et des concept arts issues du site officiel starwars.com

Star Wars Origins : Boba le super soldat blanc

L’ironie c’est que le personnage à l’origine de Boba Fett était un super soldat en armure, cape et jet pack tous entièrement blancs.

Faute de budget pour en produire la quantité suffisante et constituer ce groupe de “Super Soldats”, Georges Lucas a laissé carte blanche à l’équipe SFX pour que l’armure soit peinte afin d’en faire un unique personnage de chasseur de prime.

On sait le peu de plans qu’il occupe à l’écran dans la première trilogie, pour autant cette armure, ce casque avec visière en T, ont suffi à intriguer et en faire un personnage retenant l’attention, suscitant l’imaginaire...

La série The Book of Baba Fett reprend presque ce cheminement chromatique de l’évolution du Super Soldat tout blanc à Boba chasseur de prime en vert et bruns.

La DA permet de bien s’amuser et de bien amuser les fans ;-), tout en servant l’intrigue heureusement !

#star wars #starwars #the book of boba fett #the mandalorian #direction artistique #doug chiang #dave filoni #john favreau #disney+#sebgaillard articles

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ninidreamworlds · 5 years ago

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obi wan +satine final alternativo

esto transcurriría entre el final del el episodio 3 al 4, cuando obi wan lleva a tattoine a luke y se queda en el desierto protegiéndolo y viviendo recluido allí

Satine: lo ultimo que me acuerdo es que Maul me traspaso con una hoja negra mi cuerpo y de repente vi que obi wan corria hacia mi y veia como sus ojos azules se encharcaban de lagrimas, mientras yo cerraba los mios y le decia que le queria, y ahi cerre los ojos y ya pense que no volveria a abrirlo mas, pero mi hermana bo katan, habia metido un veneno paralizador, para que pareciera que moria pero no, la espada me traspado pero no me perforo ningun organo vital, lo unico que mi cuerpo con el veneno parecia muerto de verdad, de repente abri los ojos, y vi que estaba en un lugar alejado del borde exterior, alli mi hermana y varios amigos suyos de mandalore esperaban impacientes que despertara, entonces yo aturdida les pregunte, ella me dijo que sabian que Maul me iba a dar caza para coger a obi wan y destrozarle, ella pacto con el bastante dinero y algun favor mas, para que la atravesara con la espada laser, pero dañandole lo minimo los organos vitales, y asi hizo, rozo un poco el higado , un poco un riñom y el tejido muscular, nada que no pudieran regenerar un buen tanque de bacta y un buen cirujano con tecnologia puntera, y asi fue, me operaron , me drenaron el veneno y desperte, doloria por todos lados, pero tb me dolia el alma, porque la persona que yo amaba pensaba que estaba muerta, mi hermana me dijo que prometiera que me esconderia alli en esa isla perdida, xq no me podia salvar por segunda vez, ademas obi wan estaba bien ,se habia escapado de maul, y si yo contactaba con el , peligrarían nuestras vidas y esta vez no tendriamos opciones, como nos piyaran nos matarian de fijo, mi vida la verdad es que a estas alturas ya no me importaba, pero saber que podria matar o dañar a obi wan, no podia permitirmelo, despues de chillar , de gritar y golpear todo lo que estaba cerca, me tranquilice y decidi quedarme alli en la sombra, viviendo como granjera , en una pequeña poblacion, tenia unas personas cercanas que me ayudaron a llevar la granja.

pasaron unos cuantos años, y me informe por varias redes de espionaje que les pagaba para que me mantuvieran informados de como iba la galaxia y como andaba y por donde mi amado obi wan, un dia llego la noticia que habian terminado las guerras clon, que el senado galactico se habia disuelto y que ahora era el imperio galactico quien controlaria todo, se subio al poder un senador que controlaba todo llamado palpatine, se destruyo el templo jedi y los jedis eran perseguidos como delincuentes y proscritos, en ese momento me dio un vuelco el corazon, mi querido kenobi , que era una persona justa y buena, ahora era un proscrito perseguido por el estado y condenado a morir si le encontraban, se me hizo un nudo en la garganta, no pude seguir, le comente a mi informador que le daria lo que quisiera a cambio de informacion sobre obi wan y su paradero, despues de varios meses teniendo el corazon intranquilo, llego informacion no fiable, decian algunas fuentes que estaba en tattoine , cerca de las granjas de humedad, custodiando a un bebe , pero no sabian nada mas, como la orden jedi estaba disuelta, los jedis perseguidos, y yo ya no tenia nada que perder, decidi coger mis cosas, el dinero ahorrado y pague un transporte que me llevara hasta tattoine, iria como granjera a trabajar alli, fue facil, yo tenia otro nombre , me llamaba Tisa, y era simplemente una granjera, nadie se fijo en mi, y eso lo agradeci, llegue a una granja cercana a donde me comentaron que habian dejado al bebe, despues conoci a los que tenian ese bebe hice amistad con owen y beru unos chavales muy majos, y un dia comentaron el tema de ben , yo no sabia quien era ben , pero por lo que describieron de el, parecia que hablaban de kenobi, de mi obi wan kenobi, entonces cogi una pistola, una motorbike y me adentre sin pensarmelo mas en el desierto donde estaban los tusken, nada mas adentrarme en su terreno, dispararon a mi moto, yo cai y me golpee la cabeza, perdi el conocimiento, y cuando desperte , era obi wan kenobi quien me estaba curando las heridas, me quede muda , y no supe que decir o como reaccionar, el parecia conocerme y me dijo.

Siempre has sido un poco temeraria , e incluso diria que imprudente, pero no sabes cuanto me alegro de verte querida, como prefieres que te llame, Tisa o Satine, mi duquesa, y sonrio. yo le sonrei y le dije, al fin juntos otra vez querido Obi, y me volvi a desmayar ya que no estaba aun curada de la contusion de la cabeza.....................................

al dia siguiente desperte en una cama comoda y humilde, me dio en la cara los rayos de sol intensos que se filtraban tras las persianas, y vi al fondo a obi wan preparando algo que olia de maravilla, me levante despacio porque me dolia aun todo el cuerpo, y fui hacia la cocina donde el estaba, rapidamente vino a ayudarme,

Obi- sati !!!!!! perdon tisa , ten cuidado aun estas muy debil, deja que te ayude

-no te preocupes obi wan, puedo yo sola, siempre tan caballeroso como recordaba, no has cambiado

obi- bueno, si he cambiado, pero sigo siendo un caballero, lo unico que he sufrido mucho con todo lo que ha pasado en las guerras clon, y tb con tu muerte, aunque ahora tendremos que ponernos al dia........... cuentame , como has vuelto de entre los muertos, ? ( sonrio suavemente)

- bueno, pues es que no llegue a morir querido ...... y sonrei

le conte mi historia, el me conto la suya .........................

el habia sufrido muchisimo, muchas perdidas de amigos y compañeros, es verdad que se le veia mas viejo y mas cansado, la guerra siempre deja tocado a la gente, y me dio pena, mucha pena por el, le acaricie la mejilla, suavemente, me gustaba tocarle su barba, y el cogio mi mano, la beso y se acerco directamente a mis labios y me beso....................

obi wan- ya era hora que te besara, ahora que ya no me ata nada, voy a disfrutar de ti, de la persona que siempre he amado y nunca se lo habia dicho, de la mujer que siempre he soñado tener, ahora es el momento, si tu quieres disfrutar juntos del amor que no hemos podido disfrutar, ya no me voy a reprimir, ya no me voy a atar, quiero ser yo, yo mismo, y yo te amo a ti y quiero pasar todo el tiempo del mundo que podamos juntos, si eso es lo que quieres, claro.

- ¿crees que he recorrido media galaxia buscándote, he perdido mis ahorros por llegar a ti, y aun dudas de para que he venido a buscarte? sabes desde hace años que te amo, que siempre has sido y seras mi único amor, y que volvería a morir mil veces por tener un momento mas junto a ti, te quiero kenobi y quiero pasar lo que me quede de vida contigo........................ aunque sea aquí en el fin del universo,

y entonces le devolví el beso, un beso mas intenso y mas apasionado que nunca.................... el me miro con sus ojos azules y nos perdimos en los besos que desde hace años teníamos que habernos dado y no pudimos............................

continuara.............................

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