Bail Organa, introducing Omega as one of the new rebellion pilots: this is Omega
Hera:
Hera: WAIT
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Caroline Blakiston, the original Mon Mothma
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Sometimes weird idea just gets in my head, I have to draw them down..
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Omega and Echo reunion at the rebel base c:
Saw ppl freaking out that Echo isn’t with the bad batch at the end but i offer you this: Echo is a workaholic and was absolutely the only reason Hunter let Omega go off on her own to rebel.
Echo: Thought I told you to stop growing, tooka.
Omega: As soon as you stop gettin’ old, ruug’jag (old man)
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So....are all Rebel pilots
Issued a yellow jacket
as a signing bonus?
Edit: my boyfriend suggested the Rebellion might have “hi-jacketed” a freighter full of them. 😆
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Sunday's two-hour Thrawn's sketches.
After the release of the second part of the comic book about the continuation of the Grand Admiral's story, the desire to do something more or less normal with the combat equipment of the then Senior Captain Mitth'raw'nuruodo did not disappear anywhere.
Only changed a couple of details, but I already like how the design echoes the regular CEDF officer's uniform.
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family portrait
[Image description: a digital drawing of Hera Syndulla with her young son Jacen, visible from the shoulders up. She holds Jason up as they both smile at the audience. The background is yellow with lighter stripes. End ID.]
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Just realized why the colors of the rebellion are orange and white.
They’re fucking prison colors. The fucking rebels reclaimed colors the Empire uses to strip people of their lives and identities, and turned it into a symbol of motherfucking hope.
I love this fucking show.
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“And what do you sacrifice?”
“Calm. Kindness. Kinship. Love. I’ve given up all chance at inner peace. I’ve made my mind a sunless space. I share my dreams with ghosts. I wake up every day to an equation I wrote fifteen years ago from which there’s only one conclusion, I’m damned for what I do. My anger, my ego, my unwillingness to yield, my eagerness to fight they’ve set me on a path from which there’s no escape. I yearned to be a savior against injustice without contemplating the cost and by the time I looked down there was no longer any ground beneath my feet. What is my sacrifice? I’m condemned to use the tools of my enemy to defeat them. I burn my decency for someone else’s future. I burn my life to make a sunrise I know I’ll never see. And the ego that started this fight will never have a mirror or an audience or the light of gratitude. So what do I sacrifice? Everything!”
Andor giving us some of the greatest dialogue in Star Wars ever put to pen and a hauntingly real insight as to the cost of revolution. The ugly, incalculable cost.
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