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gffa · 1 year

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hey there! i don’t know if you’ve already been asked this already, but i just saw your post about ‘what’s the niche sw lore that you know back and front, mine’s the in-universe calendars and such, since they don’t know about yavin’

…and, like, oh my gosh. for the last couple months i’ve wanted to write a sort of long, backstory fic about mon before andor, and i’m… struggling, as i have absolutely no idea what to use as a marker for years and dates and such, especially since it isn’t the easiest thing to search on google, and bby isn’t something she would know about at the time.

if it‘s not too much trouble, where could i find out more about these in-universe calendars/could you explain it/them? as a new ish fic writer, i’d honestly be forever in your debt lol

Hi! So, this sent me on a bit of another deep dive down some rabbit holes as best as I could and while I’ve covered Coruscant Reckoning Calendar years in this post, there is still a bit more I can offer. So, the thing about Star Wars lore is that there are multiple continuities and we, as fans, absolutely should take what we want from each of them or none of them, carve out the juicy bits, and measure what’s canon in our hearts. But there’s a difference between what a given continuity/canon has taken into account versus that fans aren’t beholden to the same rules, so! I suggest you just do what’s right for your fic, whether that’s sticking to the Andor continuity, mixing and matching, or rejecting it all to substitute your own worldbuilding. That said, here’s what The Clone Wars shows us: In the episode “Deception”, when Rako Hardeen is going back to his room, there are posters on the walls along the way, including one for a Sy Snootles concert:

Cleaned up image is from the trivia gallery on starwars.com. Bottom row’s translation of Aurebesh translation from Wookiepedia: “FRI–SAT 12–4“ (Supposedly, there’s also a mention of “Fri” on a poster in the background of “Missing in Action”, but I haven’t found it and I’ve been down this rabbit hole long enough. It’s another poster, though, so consider it in the same vein as this one.) WHICH MEANS: They apparently use Mon / Tues / Wen / Thurs / Fri / Sat / Sun in the GFFA. Are these abbreviations for “Friday” and “Saturday”? Or is the GFFA version just “I’m going to a concert this Fri”? (Supplementary material says “Friday”, including Rebel Journal by Ezra Bridger using the full word.) Probably it makes more sense to use “Friday” (posters abbreviating for space’s sake makes perfect sense), but I kinda like the twee-ness of “Fri”, it feels sufficiently ridiculous enough to be Star Wars. I love when SW is ridiculous, okay!! So why do you see “Taungsday” or “Centaxday” in fic a lot? Because there’s another calendar called “Galactic Standard Calendar” that was used in Legends and has been mentioned in Star Wars: Build the Millennium Falcon for Disney/Lucasfilm canon, but I would be super hesitant to call that hard canon. (Wookieepedia includes it, which I think is fair! Just that I personally would not rely on such a source to be consistent with other SW media in the Disney/Lucasfilm continuity. But it can be very useful if you’d rather go with the five-day week that the Galactic Standard Calendar establishes, though, it doesn’t match up with the posters we see in TCW.) One thing that’s going to cause a snarl: If that “12–4 “ on the poster means 12/4 as in December 4th, then the way the dates are written is different from how they are on the C.R.C. post, which was “7956.901.3“ (which works out to be November 25th or October 27th, if you follow the math on that first linked post), so maybe they use both “329th day of the year” and “11–25″, “November 25th”. For a Mon story in particular, she’s from Chandrila, which is a Core World, so I would expect that she probably uses the C.R.C., especially given that she’s spent so much of her life on Coruscant from such a young age. You can just write the numbers or you can use the days/months, if you want, pick whichever feels more natural for your story! Or mix in the Galactic Standard Calendar info if you want, too!

#mon mothma #andor #meta #calendar

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zinzinina · 3 years

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Sam! I can’t believe I missed the post about your 500 follower milestone! Congrats, bb. You deserve all of the followers, and all of the good things always.

Here’s my submission for Sam’s Star Wars Matchmaking Service because ya girl is ✨lonely✨

1) If I was an animal I would probably be a cat. I love to sleep. I love to be pet - by the right person. I love who I love, and generally have to be won over. But! I will give everyone a chance at first.

2) My ideal night out would be on a beautiful clear night. One where you can see all of the stars. Perhaps a nice picnic? Or a sneaky skinny dip session in a beautiful pool. I’m not one for big crowds or loud noises, so I’d like to keep it on the down low. My ideal day in would be the quintessential lazy day! Movies on my tv, the best snacks, multiple naps. You get it.

3) The three qualities I’m looking for would be patience. Kindness. And a wicked sense of humor.

4) Tbh any mood I’m in, there’s a Jessie Ware song for that. I’m particularly fond of What’s Your Pleasure.

5) My personal idea of hell consists of having to listen to a fucking idiot just go on and on about things I just truly do not care about. Or listen to someone go on and on about something I know they’re wrong about, but they can’t be taught.

Thank you for being so kind and supportive on here, Sam. I love having your presence on here. Thank you for doing this! What a fun idea! I can’t wait to see who I get matched with 💕

Hi Amanda! Thank you so much for your submission. I’m happy to say we have a match! I hope you like ‘em tall and peaceful:

They don't get much more kind or patient than Qui-Gon Jinn himself, and he shares your appreciation for quietude. Deep-voiced and zen, this guy exudes comforting energy, though sources close to the Jedi Council tell me he’s secretly an absolute freak under those brown robes. No pressure to take it any further than your date, but, y’know. Making sure you know your options. He has a sharp sense of humour, but he prefers to be more of a listener. Don’t worry about keeping conversation afloat through, he’s perfectly happy to enjoy your presence without the need for talk. He just likes being close to you, those blue eyes creasing with affection.

I’m sending the two of you off to Solarine, famous for its sunsets. They last around four hours as each sun goes down, gradually getting dimmer and dimmer and painting the sky gold before the stars fade through. It’s the perfect setting for a private music performance up on the cliffs over the city, shielded (mostly) from the wind in a little slant-sided pergola (but don’t wear any loose clothing just in case). I’ve booked local jazz artist Sy Snootles, fresh from her tour of the Mid Rim to serenade you both (uh, if you get sick of her, just pay her a tip and she’ll stop).

As the sky darkens to that particular shade of indigo most revered in this system, you’ll be brought some blankets to keep warm before dinner is served. Prepared right in front of you by famed Abednedo chef Thrin Be’stosa, I can personally guarantee you have never tasted food this good before. They go nuts for him over on Mon Cala (which, by the way, is the exact planet I kidnapped picked him up from).

After that, the choice is yours! The night is your veda-oyster! Solas City has a number of late-night dessert bars and cafes if you’re feeling sweet, or you can head directly back to your accomodation in the Upper Seventh if you’re feeling spicy.

Thank you for using Sam’s Star Wars Matchmaking Service™️. Payment will be accepted in the form of an invitation for myself and thirty of my closest Ugnaught friends to your eventual wedding. May the Spires Keep You! x

#sam’s matchmaking service #zinzinina #herb welch

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happytroopers · 5 years

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Why Did it Have to be Me?

pt. 4

As promised: more Fives content :))

wanna read the whole series?

As much as you wanted to sleep, it was hard in a stuffy, overcrowded room with performers coming and going periodically- you tossed and turned four hours only managing to doze. When a group of chatty pa’lowicks (including Sy Snootles who Keehla had a strong distaste for) made the bunks their gossipping grounds, you decided sleep wasn’t worth it- or at least not there.

In a huff, you quickly abandoned your bed to search for something to eat. Though your ankles still ached from the platforms, your flowy shirt and comfy shorts definitely looked more natural for meandering around the halls- or at least more so than the heels and costumes you performed in. Seeing the cafeteria at the end of the long corridor, you could see the cleaning-droid crew locking the door behind them as they closed down for the night or morning-- whatever time it was.

“No! Wait! Open up!” You yelled, now sprinting past people, “Waiitt! It’s not too late!”

All your pleas got was a disgruntled mouse droid ramming your ankle. You hissed, slightly kicked the bot away, glaring at as it beeped indignantly before it sped away. Huffing you looked through the windows into the cafeteria as it was being cleaned, not noticing the trooper walk up behind him.

“Here I thought I was supposed to be the one scrapping droids.” You heard a voice snicker. Turning around slowly, you rolled your eyes but smiled regardless at the sight of Fives.

“Please, I barely tapped it.” You crossed arms over your chest, tossing your hair over your shoulder. Fives chuckled, looking past you into the cafeteria, but you just continued, “I really wanted to get in there, my roommates are terrible .”

“Little late for dinner… or is it just too early for breakfast? Either way, it’ll be open again tomorrow.” He shrugged, taking a ration bar around of a pocket of his belt before continuing his walk down the corridor. If it wasn’t for the growl of your stomach, you would have left him alone. But you were hungry, and the alternative was going back to the bunks- you shivered remembering Sy Snootles changing clothes as you left. You decided to pursue the ARC trooper, double-timing it to catch up with his slow saunter.

“Righhht, but you know…” You drawled, swinging yourself around so you were in front of him, walking backward, “What would be great- today, not tomorrow- was if someone… maybe even in this hallway- there was a guy-”

Fives nodded, interrupting you, “Young, strong, tall, dashingly handsome?”

You laughed aloud, rolling your eyes, “Probably passable… buuut he has snacks!”

The soldier breathed a laugh, but disregarded your comment and continued playing along, snapping his fingers as if he had an epiphany, “And he has a private place when you could share these said snacks!”

You nodded thoughtfully, inching a little closer, “So maybe he could help me out?”

Punctuating your question with a hopeful smile, and he lit up with a grin as he answered, “He’d love to!”

Unfortunately, he continued with a frown, “But the sad fact is, that was my last ration bar, and I also have a bunk full of troopers. I was just saying that to impress you.”

With that news, your shoulders slumped, stopping your backward stride. Laughing slightly, you waved him off before beginning to turn away, “Okay.”

Before you could get far though, he laughed brightly and grabbed your wrist, admitting, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! C’mon, I’ve got somewhere we can go.”

Minutes later, Fives led you into what you assumed were his quarters and tossed you a ration bar and bottle of water. You had to admit, his bright smile and hilarious jokes made it easy to be around the Arc trooper. He kept you on your toes, but never once made you feel uncomfortable. You found yourself laughing more than ever, usually teasing him when he would be overly flirty- but that never stopped him.

“Now there are two beds, buuut as you can see.” He did a sweeping motion of the second bed which was covered in cargo boxes, datapads, folded sets of underclothes, and other miscellaneous items, “Is unfortunately rather full.”

You looked up at him with a quirked eyebrow and wicked grin, “Hmm, how convenient.”

Turning on your heel, you traced a fingernail across his armored chest with another smile as you walked away towards the other bed. You didn’t have anywhere specific to go, but regardless, Fives stopped you before you got far.

“You have one of those smiles that makes the whole galaxy smile back.” He mused, interlacing his fingers with yours. “Lucky this trip isn’t long enough for you to break my fragile heart.”

He almost looked dumbfounded when you doubled over laughing, taking your hand from him you spun around, moving to the cabin’s window. “Ohhhh, I get it. You’re one of them.”

The Arc trooper snapped his neck over to you, looking at you quizzically, “wh-wha-one of who?!”

You took a deep breath, rolling your head to the side to look at him out of the corner of your eye, “There are two types of seducer. The first doesn’t actually care about women- so therefore wants to assert their power and dominance over them.”

You paused to make sure he was listening; he was with raised eyebrows. With a playful eye roll, you flipped your hair over your shoulder before continuing, “But the second and farrr more dangerous- is the guy who genuinely falls in love every night, only to fall out of love the next morning.”

You stopped for a moment, moving so you sat on the bed. Before putting on a sugary sweet, exaggerated voice, you nodding your head as you went, “And as you leave, you tell her ‘you’re the one in pain and she’s just too much for you to handle’.”

Fives laughed, loud and bold, and placed an arm around your shoulder, “I’m an ARC trooper, I can handle anything.”

Suddenly, he grabbed your wrist and spun you towards him, chuckling at your little yelp. With him slightly behind you, he began.

“When you were lonely, you needed a man

Someone to lean on, well I understand”

The ARC trooper propped his chin on your shoulder, but as soon as you looked at him switched sides to the rhythm.

“It's only natural

But why did it have to be me?”

“Oh just like that, huh?” You chuckled, scooting away from him the more he inched towards you. Laughing loudly when he wiggled his eyebrows at you. You shoved his shoulder, but it didn’t deter him.

“Nights can be empty and nights can be cold

So you were looking for someone to hold”

Fives jumped up so fast, he almost fell over, but he ignored your teasing remarks as he picked up his helmet and rolled it along his arms before popping it on and jumping on top of a cargo crate that was propped against the far wall.

“That's only natural

But why did it have to be me?”

You rolled your eyes as he took off his helmet, propping it on his hip. But looking at those brown puppy eyes, you decided to indulge him,

“I was so lonesome, I was blue

I couldn't help it, it had to be you and I

Always thought you knew the reason why”

Giggling, you jumped onto the crate beside him and snatched the helmet out of his hand. Giggling when he almost fell over, you propped his helmet on one of your hips, rolling it to the other side to the beat. You didn’t fail to notice the hitch in his breath as you did this.

“I only wanted a little love affair

Now I can see you are beginning to care

But baby, believe me

It's better to forget me”

Tossing the helmet squarely at his chest, he easily caught it as you stepped down. He followed suit, but laughed when he caught you by the wrist (once again). You yelped involuntarily as he dipped you low enough your hair grazed the floor.

Several systems away, in a Republic warzone, Dogma held the letter you had written him in his hand. In the barracks, the scent of your perfume was a relief, but it was quickly fading. He had returned to your apartment to say goodbye, only to find you had already gone. Looking up at the bustling camp, he watched his brothers go about their regular routines- but all he could think of was the wild girl from 79’s.

“Men are the toys in the game that you play

When you get tired, you throw them away

That's only natural

But why did it have to be me?”

Fives was in a similar predicament, not being able to take his eyes off you for even a second as the two of you danced around the room, laughing and giggling every moment. Once you pulled away from him, you went to the cluttered bed.

“Falling in love with a woman like you

Happens so quickly, there's nothing to do”

You would pick something up and hand it to Fives, but he would only pass it behind you and put it back on the bed with a mischievous smirk. It took a little bit for you to realize the bed wasn’t getting any less cluttered, but finally, you caught on. Turning to smack Fives’ arm before loading a heap onto his waiting arms. With a shrug, he dumped the object into a pile in the corner.

“It's only natural

Why did it have to be me?”

You gave him a look, crossing your arms over your chest, “We only just met.”

“And you’re not that kind of girl?” He joked, quirking an eyebrow. You smacked his arm.

“Absolutely not.” You affirmed, but revised your statement. “Not usually.”

Shaking his head with a small smile, Fives inched closer, you closed your eyes, and he leaned down, but his lips only brushed yours when something whistled loudly- startling you away from him. You raking your fingers through your hair, your face flushed, “What was that?”

Fives quickly tried regaining the situation, cupping your cheeks in his hands, “Nothing, nothing. Probably just a droid in the hallway. It’s only natural, but why did it have to be-”

Once again he was interrupted by the whistling chirp. He sighed, stepping away from you, answering the commlink on his wrist with a sharp tone, “Echo, what is it?”

“We need you down in the East hangar now. We got a bounty hunter and a small troop of droids. Private security teams are guarding all high-class guests.” His partner’s voice was no-nonsense, and you could see Fives immediately switch gears.

“I’m on my way.” With that, he clicked the transmitter off. You quickly handed him his helmet as he turned to you. “Stay here. Don’t answer the door. Everything will be fine.”

And with a wink, he was gone. And even though you were technically in a warzone, you knew he was right. Knowing everything would be fine, you curled up on the extra bed- not even realizing you had closed your eyes,

Fives wandered back to his room a few hours later. The droids had been mopped up rather easily- they later find out that the droids had been reprogrammed by the bounty hunter. The hunter herself put up quite a fight, killing one trooper and actually managing to crack Echo’s visor before she was stunned. All in all, it was mostly just a headache.

When he entered his quarters, he was almost surprised to find you had listened to him. He thought about waking you up and continuing your dance. But you looked so serene (and he knew it’d be a dick move), he decided to leave you be after brushing some hair out of your face and tossing a blanket over you. Smiling softly at you for a moment, Fives then moved to take off his armor before climbing into bed himself.

Staring at the ceiling, Fives couldn't say much for the future, but he was positive he’d still feel the same way about you tomorrow.

sorry for all the gifs :)

#mamma mia!AU #fives x reader

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irigoddess · 5 years

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So let’s do a comparison. These are the female bounty hunters (even with tiny roles) in TCW:

Aurra Sing (Tobias Beckett pushed her off a cliff) Asajj Ventress (Died shielding Quinlan Vos) Sugi (Details unclear - likely killed by her own partner, Embo) Latts Razzi Rumi Paramita (Killed by a tank blast from pirates) Cassie Cryar (she’s listed as a bounty hunter technically... but I would consider her an overall criminal.) Ione Marcy (See: Cassie) Twazzi Kiera Swan (Killed in the Box by a lightsaber thing) Sy Snootles Cato Parasitti

Bolded are those that have a canonical death (Sugi’s still a gray area but seeing as though Jas has her debts, it’s safe to assume that she’s dead). Out of the eleven, Sy is the only one to canonically survive to the start OT. So five of the eleven are dead. That’s 45%. Yikes. (56% if you don’t count Ione or Cassie)

And here are the dudes:

Cad Bane (Likely killed by Boba Fett) Shahan Alama Robonino Embo Serapis Boba Fett Castas (Killed by Aurra Sing for being a snitch) Bossk Bric El-les Greedo Rako Hardeen (It’s hard to say what happened to the real Rako Hardeen.) Moralo Eval Onca (Died in the Box) Sixtat (Died in the Box) Derrown (Hard to tell if he died during Crisis on Naboo) Bulduga (Died in the Box) Jakoli (Died in the Box) Mantu (Died in the Box) Sinrich (Died in the Box because of Embo) Dengar

Immediately you can see a difference. Again, the bolded are canonical deaths (Though Cad is, again, a gray area.). Italicized are the those I am unsure about - who could have died but also could have survived. Out of the 21, 5 (Greedo, Boba Fett, Embo, Dengar, Bossk) canonically, without a doubt, survive at least to the start of the OT. Eight out of the twenty-one are dead, which brings us to about 38%. (It should also be noted that six of these guys were created only to die.)

So yeah. There you go.

#Star wars #swtcw #bounty hunters #this counts the deaths before the OT #so between the beginning of tcw and anh #even with greedo and boba counted as deaths #the percentage is much lower #And even then!#Cad might not have died then #the only reason I count sugi as definitively dead is because of the language used in the aftermath series #and then!!!!! we have confirmation that Embo and Dengar live well beyond the OT #when we have no confirmation of any female bounty hunters doing the same #long post

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reysnootles · 7 years

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Why I Think Rey Is a Snootles

there have been many times when i ahve asked and been asked, why is rey a Snootles? and well there are good reasons, and many reasons, for why I believe this to be the case.

1. Desert planet. Rey was left on Jakku, which is visually similar to Tatooine, where Sy Snootles lived when she worked for Jabba the Hutt. Sy would only do this if she knew her daughter could thrive in an arid environment.

figure 1. tatooine sunset.

figure 2. jakku sunset. note that there is only one less sun than on tattooine. more than a coincidence, I think.

2. Rey s Smart. Sy snootles in the canon has been shown to be a very cunning individual. she knows how to get what she wants, as seen when she tricks and kills Ziro the hutt in “The Clone War”. Rey is shown to have the same intelligence, even tricking a Stormtroper in the star killer base. (this also hints that Sy may be Force sensitive)

figure 3. ziro, killed by sy snootles. note her feet in the foreground.

figure 4. rey tricks the stormtrooper. though she doesn’t kill him, likely because she is tempered by mercy.

next you may ask why this would even be possible. To this i say, it is because there have been many cases where a alien has a parent who is human and another that is alien. this is not unheard of. for example, in the EU there are sith who are half human and take on a human like appearance. again it is not unheard of. think of Naga Sadow or so on.

figure 5. Naga Sadow, with a very human like appearance.

also, you may ask how Snootles can have a human looking daughter when she is very obviously not human. the force works in mysterious ways, as has been said before. Sy snootles may have been chosen by the Force to have a human child who will save the galaxy again from destruction, much like how Shmi had anakin through the Force’s intervention.

figure 6. If the force can create this, why not REy?

i hope this answers some burning questions all of you may have! may the Force be with you :)

#star wars #star wars theories #rey #rey snootles #jakku #tatooine #force intervention #rey parent theory #rey theory #sy snootles

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anyorderofus · 7 years

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The last conversation I had with a stranger

Hello.

Before we go anywhere else, today is Nico’s birthday…

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NICO!

To celebrate, it’s his turn to go first this week, and thank goodness, it’s a cracker.

If you like where that came from, pop back next Sunday for: Pen or Paper.

Short but sweet. Like us.

Nico & Alexandra|Alexandra & Nico

Nico

It was about a week ago, in my closest HMV. My mission was pretty simple; bring back a box set of the original trilogy of Star Wars. That’s right. Star Wars Episodes IV, V, VI on some sort of disc I can pop in a player. Usually with a film this effect heavy and rich in colour, I go for Blu-Ray, no question. But this time was different. This time I had the challenge of finding the version of the film as close to the original theatrical version, before Mr George Lucas infamously took it upon himself to make huge edits to his own pop masterpieces in all number of ways*.

So with the prequel trilogy box set in my hand mid search, a member of staff approached me and asked if they could help. I resisted the urge to say “I’m looking for a Star Wars box set, but these are not the discs I’m looking for” in my best Alec Guiness voice (this kind of behaviour gets a laugh maybe 7 times out of 10, the other 3 it usually just gets me offered seat, a big glass of water and if there’s “anyone we should call?”), but I did have some friendly Star Wars patter and told my tale of woe regarding my old VHS copies of the originals (see a couple of blog entries back for more details) and without missing a beat, Wayne (the member of staff) informed me that every Star Wars box set in the building featured Hayden Christiensen. Understanding what he meant, we shared a chuckle and he let me know a delivery would be coming the next day with five box sets of the original trilogy, which I returned to pick up in about twenty-four hours.

When I returned we had another little chat about how a theatrical cut would make a lot of money and agreed the original casting sans CGI etc was by far superior. All joking aside though, this whole interaction got me thinking. Chances are members of staff are told to interact with customers about their purchases and queries. For all I know he could have totally disagreed with the sentiment and loved the alternative Ewok celebration song at the end of ‘Return of The Jedi’. Who cares, the fact was I got to talk to someone with a shared interest for a couple of minutes reminding me that I’m not the only person on the planet who cares about a certain series of films, whatever version. It’s the kind of interaction internet shopping and self-service machines can’t give us and personally, I’m going to miss it when Droids really come for us…just like in the prequels…

*including but certainly not limited to; having Greedo shoot at Han Solo first (blasphemy), the scene with the singing CGI Sy Snootles (try saying that three times quickly after six pints) and of course my main issue, replacing some of the original cast with members of his prequel trilogy.

Alexandra

Everyone is a stranger at first, aren’t they? Your parents, the person you share a bed with, even when you go into a meeting, knowing the names of everyone in the room, you might have only ever met them via email! You could be a stranger. Then again, you could be my Mum. We’re not entirely sure who reads this blog. I don’t think the last stranger I had a conversation with does, nor do I think she even knows about it. But I do know that particular stranger is no longer a stranger and has in fact, become a firm friend.

LM and I met at an audition just before Christmas. We happened to come out of the stage door at the same time and engaged in the obligatory post-audition, “so have you got far to go to get home?” small talk. Within seconds, it was no longer an ‘obligation’. Within minutes, it was an honour. A cold, dark, drizzly honour; the whole episode took place on the pavement outside a theatre with a perfectly pleasant café-bar inside. In November.

Within the hour – still outside, steps away from warmth and logic – LM and I had debriefed an audition, directed a lost lady to somewhere we had never heard of in a place we didn’t know, re-debriefed another audition we never got invited to and had spoken on the phone to the sister of the same lost woman. We even managed to find time amongst the hustle and bustle that comes with standing in everyone’s way, to discover that we lived just 10 minutes away from each other.

LM and I have since been for coffee together – twice – in our new usual and have another date in our shiny, new, soon to be blotted and have their I’s dotted diaries. Of all the strangers to become friends, LM certainly became one the quickest. We might not become eternal BFFs or ever go on an all-inclusive 18-30s holiday together but for now, it’s pretty great to have a new friend in what to both of us, is a relatively new home. Maybe this is how communities start?

So…some homework for you!

Homework

Befriend a stranger*. Next time you’re on the tube, contemplating life over the stench of rush hour, make eye contact with a stranger – and grin. If, the next week, you’re feeling a little braver, maybe mouth ‘hi’ or ‘bye’ to another one when you hop on or off the Routemaster. Heck, if you’re on a plane sometime soon, try sharing a joke or anecdote with the person in Row H Seat 7 – even if you’re all the way back in Row R Seat 19. They might not become your soulmate but they could become the person that will always remember you for trying to become a mate and in my mind, that no longer a stranger makes.

*Be safe, stick to crowded, public spaces and attempt to gauge a person’s mood before embarking on any of the above homework!

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the-archlich · 4 years

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Clone Wars: Ziro Arc

So, this episode is a prequel to the Season 1 finale, when Cad Bane took a bunch of senators hostage in exchange for Ziro the Hutt's freedom. I guess most of this season just takes place before season 1. In fact it might actually be largely sequential if you orient it right? I don’t know anymore. What is time anyway?

R2D2 and his husband C3P0 are sent to the farmer's market to buy some produce (as couples do). Cad Bane needs to kidnap 3P0 so he uses another droid to lure him away with the offer of a spa day.

C3P0 mentions missing that "fresh from the assembly line" feel, which raises a few questioned. It was always sort of indicated that Anakin built him, but now that I think about it it's more likely that Anakin just repaired an existing droid. He also mentions that he used to be a negotiator for the head of some system. So it seems like Anakin just fixed him up instead of building him from scratch. That's actually a lot easier to buy than the original implication. Score one for Clone Wars.

Anyway, they get separated at the spa. R2 gets pampered while 3P0 gets kidnapped and interrogated. I'd say tortured but he doesn't seem to be upset by it. Bane wants the plans for the senate building but 3P0 doesn't have them because he's kind of a more coherent Jar Jar. Bane sends his droids to find R2, but R2 has seen his share of shit and manages to get away. Hearing that they'll kill his husband, though, R2 turns himself in.

Cad gets the plans from R2's memory banks; then he erases their memories and dumps them back on the street. They bring their produce home and dont' remember anything.

Then we've got our Season 1 finale, with the hostage crisis. This would be better in sequence, of course.

Anyway, we go to Nal Hutta - a place that's probably familiar to every Star Wars fan but I don't think we've actually *seen* it in any of the currently canon material. Ziro is meeting with the other hutt kingpins, who only got him out of jail because he has blackmail material on all of them.

Obi-Wan is assigned to track Ziro down, along with a Jedi named Quinlan Vos. There's...a lot of history to this character. Thing is, I don't know what's canon anymore and what's not. Wookipedia him sometime, there's a lot of interesting stuff there.

Nal Hutta is a wonderfully weird place. Music, dancing, pig-men... Really everything you'd hope it is.

Anyway, Ziro escapes with the help of his (ex?) girlfriend, a very popular singer named Sy Snootles. Obi and Quinlan pursue him, with Bane not far behind. Ziro goes to see his mother, an unbelievably massive hutt who is very disappointed in him.

Ziro takes Snootles off-world to where he's hidden the blackmail materials at his father's grave. Snootles delivers what is honestly one of the most badass lines in Star Wars and straight up murders him. Obi-Wan and Bane both get there long after the deed is done and just have to go off in the corner and fuck themselves.

Snootles delivers the blackmail to Jabba, giving him leverage over the rest of the hutt cartel.

This was a fun arc. R2 and 3P0 have a great dynamic, and I think the hostage crisis would have been very exciting if it was put in proper sequence. It was this finale that realy put it over the top, though. I'll watch anything with Sy Snootles. It was a delightfully weird little story.

#clone fights #sy snottles

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