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Terminei de ler a saga Fate of the Jedi, saga que se passa 2 anos depois da derrota de Darth Caedus e explora as consequências políticas e na força do que o Jacen fez no período dele como sith. Por serem livros mais recentes, lançados entre 2009 e 2012, dá pra perceber que assim como a saga Legacy of the force, a Lucasfilm explorou bem mais a questão de política/imprensa/opinião pública, e de como isso afeta fatos e decisões políticas.

A saga Fate of the Jedi tem um fato diretamente ligado a um arco da série Clone Wars, mesmo se passando mais de 60 anos depois, provavelmente se aproveitando do fato dos livros terem sido lançados na mesma época em que a série estava no ar, criando mais uma ligação entre midias diferentes no mesmo universo., e terminou de uma forma que indicava que essa ligação seria ainda maior caso o antigo canon tivesse continuado.

As ameaças dessa vez são inicialmente a almirante Daala, uma almirante imperial "das antigas" que voltou pra historia na saga anterior se tornandop a chefe de estado da Galactic aliance e que agora quer controlar os Jedi. Outra ameaá que logo aparece é uma tribo sith perdia nas "unknown region" e que além de ter um impacto nos jedi tem um impacto direto nos Skywalkers, já que Ben (filho de Luke) se apaixona por uma aprendiz sith. E então depois surge verdadeira ameaça dessa saga, Abeloth, uma entidade da força que pode acabar com a galáxia.

A Daala já era meio esperado, ela sempre se coloca contra os jedi. A tribo dos sith serviu principalmente para introduzir Vestara Khai na história, a tal aprendiz sith que se torna o par de Ben Skywalker, inicialmente serviram tbm como uma distração e como "bucha de canhão" pros jedi baterem enquanto a ameaça real, Abeloth se desenvolvia.

Outra área que recebeu um pouco de atenção a parte política do império, que depois de anos deixou de ser chamado de "Imperial Remants"e voltou a se chamar "Galactic Empire" e que era agora liderado por Jagged Fel, que entre o trabalho padrão como chefe de estado imperial tinha que lidar com tentativas de assassinato por parte dos Moffs, a proposta de entrada do império na Galactic Alliance e também com seu relacionamento com Jaina solo e o fato do "trabalho" dos dois acabar meio que causando pontos divergentes numa relação onde as duas partes eram formadas por cabeças duras que tinham um senso de dever extremamente alto mas que ao mesmo tempo não conseguiam ficar um sem o outro.

A saga tbm lida com Leia e Han criando a neta, e se recuperando da perda de outro filho, vendo na neta a oportunidade de se recuperarem de mais essa perda, mesmo sabendo que seria difícil mante-la longe de tudo o que os filhos passaram, pelo fato de Allana tbm ser uma force user, e ser herdeira do trono de Hapes.

Gostei da saga, a exploração de repórteres honestos vs sensacionalistas deu um extra pra parte política, inclusive adicionando um repórter daqueles que pedem um belo soco na cara.
A tribo dos sith apesar de aparecer meio que do nada pelo menos teve uma explicação aceitável de existir, e não foi simplesmente jogada lá, criaram até uma cultura própria pra eles. Vestara Khai foi também foi uma boa adição pra saga, e serviu meio que como um paralelo para o Ben.
Abeloth apesar de ser meio absurda em alguns momentos pelo menos serviu como uma ameaça real, e que ligou pontos do antigo canon em diferentes eras, incluindo Clone Wars.
As batalhas são boas de se ler, não tem nada grandioso como na saga New Jedi order ou na Legacy of the Force, mas tem muito jedi x sith e uma batalha dura dentro do templo jedi em Coruscant e vários confrontos com Abeloth. Foi legal tbm ver o Luke e o filho lutando lado a lado em vários momentos, com o Luke sendo mestre e pai ao mesmo tempo, tendo que lidar com um filho jedi adolescente apaixonado por uma sith, e todas as preocupações que isso causava, além de continuar lidando com a dor da morte da esposa.
Também foi bom ver Luke e Jaina lutando juntos em várias batalhas, já que ela é meio que o símbolo da nova ordem jedi que foi construída por Luke após o ep 6, ordem iniciada pouco depois de Jaina nascer, e da qual 30 e poucos anos depois de nascer foi nomeada mestra pelo próprio Luke, num momento em que os dois poderiam acabar morrendo se sacrificando juntos pra garantir a vitória sobre os sith.
Ver Han e Leia cuidando da neta e lidando com tudo que veio relacionado a ela tbm foi uma parte boa da saga, uma criança muito senstitiva na força e que ao mesmo tempo tem de esconder da galáxia o fato de ser filha de um lord sith com uma jedi rainha de um governo "complicado". E jogando nisso tudo ainda o fato dos dois terem que lidar com os problemas que a ordem jedi vinha enfrentando, ordem da qual agora Leia além de ser irmã do líder, tbm faz parte já que finalmente se tornou uma jedi, e ainda lidarem com uma certa preocupação de pais com o relacionamento da filha com o atual líder do império.

A saga termina com algumas coisas resolvidas mas com a vários ganchos óbvios pra continuar a história, incluindo algo que ligaria o pós ep 6 ainda mais com a época das guerras clônicas já que os jedi iniciaram a busca por um objeto mostrado na série Clone Wars, além de ter aparecido uma nova ameaça sith.
Depois dessa saga se não me engano foram lançados só mais 2 livros antes da compra pela Disney, um é um livro da série X-wing e o outro é um livro "solto", os dois se passando pouco depois disso mas pelo que sei expandiram pouco a história. A trilogia Sword of the Jedi provavelmente deveria expandir isso tudo, e voltar a jogar o foco da história em Jaina e Ben, mas acabou sendo cancelada devido a compra. Aí ao invés disso Palpatine voltou e venceu... :viraolho

Este cara criou 3.5s de uma de SW usando os métodos de 1977.



Atualmente ainda dá trabalho fazer algo assim, mesmo com qualquer celular tendo potência pra controlar o software das câmeras, imagina a dificuldade disso em 1977 e com toda a pressão de se lançar um filme.
 

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Assisti a sétima temporada de The Clone Wars. Superior a qualquer coisa feita no pós compra, fica óbvia diferença entre o time da TV e o time do cinema pra SW da Disney, Filoni deveria estar no comando desde o começo...
Tirando os 4 episódios do meio que foram nível Rebels com a Ahsoka fazendo a mesma coisa por 4 ep junto com as duas irmãs com cabelos da Bioware, esses foram fracos, desperdício com a personagem. Mas os 4 primeiros e os 4 últimos... Aula de SW pro time do cinema assistir várias vezes e aprender.

A parte técnica tbm ficou num nível altíssimo, não só na qualidade da animação mas tbm na cinematografia e trilha sonora. E os 4 últimos ep foram tensos, mesmo sabendo o que se passa depois eles conseguiram jogar uma tensão foda alí, e não se seguraram em dar um ar de angústia pro final da série. Algo que senti, mas que muito provavelmente foi coincidência, foi que tinha um certo "silêncio" rolando nesses ep, o que me lembrou uma frase do Battlefront 2 original sobre a ordem 66 "What i remember about the rise of the Empire, was how quiet it was"

E outra vez, cinematografia e fotografia perfeitas, uma cena melhor do que a outra, principalmente nos 4 últimos. Fora o detalhe de utilizarem motion capture pra última luta de sabres de luz, avisem pra certos diretores aí que ganham milhões, luta de sabre de luz bem coreografada faz uma put* diferença...
Essa ultima temporada me faz pensar como poderia ter sido bem melhor a nova trilogia se estivesse nas mãos das pessoas certas, pessoas que já estavam lá, prontas dentro da empresa, com experiência no assunto e conhecimento de como lidar com a saga.

E essa imagem que ficou como a última cena da série, quem pensou nisso deveria ganhar um prêmio:

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Assisti a sétima temporada de The Clone Wars. Superior a qualquer coisa feita no pós compra, fica óbvia diferença entre o time da TV e o time do cinema pra SW da Disney, Filoni deveria estar no comando desde o começo...
Tirando os 4 episódios do meio que foram nível Rebels com a Ahsoka fazendo a mesma coisa por 4 ep junto com as duas irmãs com cabelos da Bioware, esses foram fracos, desperdício com a personagem. Mas os 4 primeiros e os 4 últimos... Aula de SW pro time do cinema assistir várias vezes e aprender.

A parte técnica tbm ficou num nível altíssimo, não só na qualidade da animação mas tbm na cinematografia e trilha sonora. E os 4 últimos ep foram tensos, mesmo sabendo o que se passa depois eles conseguiram jogar uma tensão foda alí, e não se seguraram em dar um ar de angústia pro final da série. Algo que senti, mas que muito provavelmente foi coincidência, foi que tinha um certo "silêncio" rolando nesses ep, o que me lembrou uma frase do Battlefront 2 original sobre a ordem 66 "What i remember about the rise of the Empire, was how quiet it was"

E outra vez, cinematografia e fotografia perfeitas, uma cena melhor do que a outra, principalmente nos 4 últimos. Fora o detalhe de utilizarem motion capture pra última luta de sabres de luz, avisem pra certos diretores aí que ganham milhões, luta de sabre de luz bem coreografada faz uma put* diferença...
Essa ultima temporada me faz pensar como poderia ter sido bem melhor a nova trilogia se estivesse nas mãos das pessoas certas, pessoas que já estavam lá, prontas dentro da empresa, com experiência no assunto e conhecimento de como lidar com a saga.

E essa imagem que ficou como a última cena da série, quem pensou nisso deveria ganhar um prêmio:

A qualidade se deve a completa ignorância da Kennedy desta série, assim como ela ignorou Mandalorian. SW em mãos competentes seria simplesmente incrível, mas infelizmente precisamos tolerar a megera e suas alucinações.
 

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A qualidade se deve a completa ignorância da Kennedy desta série, assim como ela ignorou Mandalorian. SW em mãos competentes seria simplesmente incrível, mas infelizmente precisamos tolerar a megera e suas alucinações.
Até quando?

Sempre fico animado com os boatos de que ela já tá demitida e só fica lá, posando de chefa porque pega mal demitir mulher.

Mas não dá pra saber se são boatos ou realidade ..

Até tenho esperanças quando vejo que ninguém sério parece dar atenção pra ela, como nesse lance de High Republic, que não vejo ninguém interessado... Mas ao mesmo tempo, será que não vejo ninguém interessado porque estou numa bolha?
 

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Até quando?

Sempre fico animado com os boatos de que ela já tá demitida e só fica lá, posando de chefa porque pega mal demitir mulher.

Mas não dá pra saber se são boatos ou realidade ..

Até tenho esperanças quando vejo que ninguém sério parece dar atenção pra ela, como nesse lance de High Republic, que não vejo ninguém interessado... Mas ao mesmo tempo, será que não vejo ninguém interessado porque estou numa bolha?
Olha, Goris, sem querer ser chato, mas eu acho melhor nem criar muita esperança com star wars.

A lacração do High Republic é a prova que eles nunca vão aprender a lição.Mandalorian, Jedi fallen order e a sétima temporada do the clone wars são um ponto fora da curva.
 

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Aí, Disney, é a deixa pra fazer o Old Man Binks baseado no Logan.

Nunca pedi nada.
 

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Olha, Goris, sem querer ser chato, mas eu acho melhor nem criar muita esperança com star wars.

A lacração do High Republic é a prova que eles nunca vão aprender a lição.Mandalorian, Jedi fallen order e a sétima temporada do the clone wars são um ponto fora da curva.
:-(

Infelizmente.

Mas sempre há a esperança de tirarem aquela maluca. Lacrar (e não lucrar) eles sempre vão, mas pode seria igual a Marvel, lacrar o mínimo possível e até mesmo não lacrar mas fazer os lacradores de idiotas achando que ela lacrou, mas deixar uma obra Ok.
 

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:-(

Infelizmente.

Mas sempre há a esperança de tirarem aquela maluca. Lacrar (e não lucrar) eles sempre vão, mas pode seria igual a Marvel, lacrar o mínimo possível e até mesmo não lacrar mas fazer os lacradores de idiotas achando que ela lacrou, mas deixar uma obra Ok.
Seria hilário se a LucasFilm fizesse o "Pantera Negra" de star wars.

O triste é que eles não tiraram a maluca da jogada mesmo com o fracasso do "Han Solo".
 

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The Mandalorian Season 2 continua prevista para Outubro de 2020
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The Mandalorian Season 2 continua prevista para Outubro de 2020

The Mandalorian Season 2 continua agendado para Outubro de 2020.

A chegada de mais episódios da série que se tornou um fenómeno da cultura pop não sofreu alterações, apesar da indústria de Hollywood ter parado devido à pandemia COVID-19.

Jon Favreau compartilhou que a equipe já tinha acabado de filmar a segunda Season quando os efeitos da pandemia começaram a atingir Hollywood e devido à forma como a Lucasfilm trabalha, as coisas estavam adiantadas e conseguiram terminar a pós-produção remotamente.

"Estará disponível no Disney+ em Outubro, como planejado," diz Favreau.

O principal responsável por The Mandalorian diz ainda que a Season 2 foi construída sobre o que as pessoas adoraram na primeira e espera que gostem dos novos episódios tanto quanto gostaram dos primeiros.

Fonte: https://www.gamevicio.com/noticias/...son-2-continua-prevista-para-outubro-de-2020/
 

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Seria hilário se a LucasFilm fizesse o "Pantera Negra" de star wars.
Pantera Negra é o exemplo do filme que os lacradores amam, ele tem um protagnista negro, se passa numa Africa alternativa sem a influencia branca, que já estaria na idade da Indústria 5.0 e tal, mas todo o contexto do filme é o contrário do que eles pensam.... E eles amam o filme.

O triste é que eles não tiraram a maluca da jogada mesmo com o fracasso do "Han Solo".
Por isso acredito nos boatos de que ela tá lá agora só porque seria um pepino tirar ela (por ser mulher, feminista, bla bla bla) mas ela já não manda quase nada.
Mas só em 2021 pra gente saber.
 

Goris

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The Mandalorian Season 2 continua prevista para Outubro de 2020
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The Mandalorian Season 2 continua prevista para Outubro de 2020

The Mandalorian Season 2 continua agendado para Outubro de 2020.

A chegada de mais episódios da série que se tornou um fenómeno da cultura pop não sofreu alterações, apesar da indústria de Hollywood ter parado devido à pandemia COVID-19.

Jon Favreau compartilhou que a equipe já tinha acabado de filmar a segunda Season quando os efeitos da pandemia começaram a atingir Hollywood e devido à forma como a Lucasfilm trabalha, as coisas estavam adiantadas e conseguiram terminar a pós-produção remotamente.

"Estará disponível no Disney+ em Outubro, como planejado," diz Favreau.

O principal responsável por The Mandalorian diz ainda que a Season 2 foi construída sobre o que as pessoas adoraram na primeira e espera que gostem dos novos episódios tanto quanto gostaram dos primeiros.

Fonte: https://www.gamevicio.com/noticias/...son-2-continua-prevista-para-outubro-de-2020/
Tomara que seja mesmo construído em cima do que gostamos. O medo (engraçado que hoje, medo é a palavra que define tudo de Star Wars, não mais esperança) é eles mudarem o que deu certo pra agradar gente que não viu a série (e nem vai ver).
 

Uzumaki.Luffy

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Pantera Negra é o exemplo do filme que os lacradores amam, ele tem um protagnista negro, se passa numa Africa alternativa sem a influencia branca, que já estaria na idade da Indústria 5.0 e tal, mas todo o contexto do filme é o contrário do que eles pensam.... E eles amam o filme.
Pantera Negra é um exemplo a ser seguido.Hollywood precisa de mais filmes assim.
Por isso acredito nos boatos de que ela tá lá agora só porque seria um pepino tirar ela (por ser mulher, feminista, bla bla bla) mas ela já não manda quase nada.
Mas só em 2021 pra gente saber.
Faz sentido, fora que ela deve saber de muitos podres lá dentro.

O ideal seria aposentar ela, para não ter nenhuma encheção de saco pelo motivos que você disse.

Ps: Eu dei uma olhada aqui, e vi que ela tem 67 anos.Você sabe qual é a idade para se aposentar nos EUA ?
Tomara que seja mesmo construído em cima do que gostamos. O medo (engraçado que hoje, medo é a palavra que define tudo de Star Wars, não mais esperança) é eles mudarem o que deu certo pra agradar gente que não viu a série (e nem vai ver).
Eu também fico apreensivo com isso.

Essa modinha de mudar para ampliar o público já encheu o saco.O ideal seria ter produtos para todos os nichos do mercado, ao invés de fazer essa palhaçada que eles tem feito.
 

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Alguém postou um vídeo aqui na OS de um cara que falava que a única explicação da Kathleen Kennedy continuar no cargo é a de que ela sabe de muitos podres de Hollywood, o que não seria algo absurdo devido ao histórico de produtora dela. Na visão dele, após o fracasso de Solo e da trilogia atual ter perdido relevância e bilheteria, assim como a recepção quase nula de todos os projetos derivados dela (série animada Resistance e HQs), seria impossível ela continuar no cargo, até mesmo por conta da divisão do "fandom" que surgiu após tudo isso. Já teria acontecido uma saída honrosa na forma de um pedido de aposentadoria por parte dela. Os boatos de que ela vai sair são antigos e recorrentes, mas ela continua no cargo, o que da mais força e voz ao movimento de fãs progressistas da saga, que utilizam esse argumento para dizer que estamos errados e que tudo está indo super bem.
 

Uzumaki.Luffy

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Alguém postou um vídeo aqui na OS de um cara que falava que a única explicação da Kathleen Kennedy continuar no cargo é a de que ela sabe de muitos podres de Hollywood, o que não seria algo absurdo devido ao histórico de produtora dela. Na visão dele, após o fracasso de Solo e da trilogia atual ter perdido relevância e bilheteria, assim como a recepção quase nula de todos os projetos derivados dela (série animada Resistance e HQs), seria impossível ela continuar no cargo, até mesmo por conta da divisão do "fandom" que surgiu após tudo isso. Já teria acontecido uma saída honrosa na forma de um pedido de aposentadoria por parte dela. Os boatos de que ela vai sair são antigos e recorrentes, mas ela continua no cargo, o que da mais força e voz ao movimento de fãs progressistas da saga, que utilizam esse argumento para dizer que estamos errados e que tudo está indo super bem.
Se pelos podres de Hollywood e pelos "fãs" lacradores, isso já teria sido resolvido.
 

Uzumaki.Luffy

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Terminei a sétima temporada do the clone wars só agora e o final foi épico.:rox

Dificilmente vão fazer uma nova animação de star wars tão boa como essa.
 

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Achei foda quando mataram o pai do boba fett no filme, aquela cena é icônica demais!
 

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Achei foda quando mataram o pai do boba fett no filme, aquela cena é icônica demais!

Em que filme foi isso? hahaha só temos 4 filmes de Star Wars (Rogue One, Nova Esperança, Império Contra-Ataca e Retorno de Jedi), não conheço a existência de nenhum outro filme fora esses hahaha

Mandalorian foi legal, pela ambientação (western), pelas lutas, por não tratar de Jedi, mas o pano de fundo sendo o Mando uma babysitter da galáxia, nossa, isso foi muito mas muito brochante. Vamos ver pra onde vai essa história.

Eu gostei muito de Rebels, tirando uma ou outra viagem que dá pra ignorar... mas no todo é sensacional. Assim, como Clone Wars.

Tem muita gente querendo fazer coisa boa, só o studio não ferrar como fez com os dois lixos que o JJ Abrams fez.
 

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Read the First Chapter of Star Wars: The High Republic - Light of the Jedi by Charles Soule

Prepare to take your first step into a new era of Star Wars. Set 200 years before the events of the Skywalker Saga, the High Republic finds the Jedi at their peak as they watch over the galaxy during a time of peace. But it’s not long before that peace is disturbed by a devastating incident and the Knights of the Jedi Order must spring into action.

The first novel to explore this era is Star Wars: The High Republic - Light of the Jedi by Charles Soule. We are excited to exclusively debut the first chapter of the upcoming book, out January 5, 2021 from publisher Del Rey, available for preorder now.

Soule offered us some insight on the explosive events of the opening chapter, but if you’d rather go in blind, skip down to the excerpt now and read what he had to say afterward.

Soule is a familiar face to Star Wars fans. He’s the writer of Marvel Comics featuring Darth Vader, Lando, Obi-Wan & Anakin, Poe Dameron, and The Rise of Kylo Ren. He’s also an accomplished novelist (check out 2018’s The Oracle Year), so it’ll be little surprise to hear he was one of several authors (the others being Claudia Gray, Justina Ireland, Daniel José Older, and Cavan Scott) who went on a secret retreat to Skywalker Ranch with a team of creative minds from Lucasfilm in order to create a brand new era for Star Wars storytelling.

And now Soule is leading the charge on this new publishing initiative that will feature not only his novel but books for young adults and comics. Light of the Jedi is the flagship book for the High Republic era that reveals what happened that threw the galaxy into chaos and introduces us to a new cast of characters like stalwart Jedi Knight Avar Kriss and a Wookiee Jedi named Burryaga (already a fan-favorite before the book’s release).

As the preview for Light of the Jedi reveals (last chance to skip ahead and avoid spoilers...), it’s the seemingly accidental destruction of a large spaceship traveling through hyperspace that causes all of the calamity. In The Last Jedi, the Holdo Maneuver showed us just how dangerous a ship moving at hyperspace speeds can be, but the way Soule describes what happens in his story makes it sound considerably worse.

“This excerpt is our first look at the moment that changes The High Republic forever,” Soule told IGN. “The destruction of the Legacy Run is the catalyst for a galaxy-wide disaster. Fragments of the destroyed cargo vessel begin flying out of hyperspace at super-accelerated speeds, meaning that deadly missiles of debris can appear anywhere at any time, from the Outer Rim to the Core. In this moment of crisis, the Republic turns to the guardians of peace and justice—the Jedi.”

Soule continued, “The opening beats of Light of the Jedi depict an epic disaster, and a heroic, thrilling response by both the Republic and the Jedi to save lives and end the crisis. It's just the beginning, though. The Legacy Run disaster kicks off a much larger story; it really is just one piece of a much bigger saga.”

Now, check out the excerpt from Light of the Jedi below.

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STAR WARS: THE HIGH REPUBLIC – LIGHT OF THE JEDI
By Charles Soule

The Force is with the galaxy.

It is the time of The High Republic: a peaceful union of like-minded worlds where all voices are heard, and governance is achieved through consensus, not coercion or fear. It is a time of ambition, of culture, of inclusion, of Great Works. Visionary Chancellor Lina Soh leads the Republic from the elegant cityworld of Coruscant, located near the bright center of the Galactic Core.

But beyond the Core and its many peaceful Colonies, there is the Rim—Inner, Mid, and finally, at the border of what is known: The Outer Rim. These worlds are filled with opportunity for those brave enough to travel the few well-mapped hyperspace lanes leading to them, though there is danger as well. The Outer Rim is a haven for anyone seeking to escape the laws of the Republic, and is filled with predators of every type.

Chancellor Soh has pledged to bring the Outer Rim worlds into the embrace of the Republic through ambitious outreach programs such as the Starlight Beacon. Order and justice are maintained on the galactic frontier by Jedi Knights, guardians of peace who have mastered incredible abilities stemming from a mysterious energy field known as the Force. The Jedi work closely with the Republic, and have agreed to establish outposts in the Outer Rim to help any who might require aid.

The Jedi of the frontier can be the only resource for people with nowhere else to turn. Though the outposts operate independently and without direct assistance from the great Jedi temple on Coruscant, they act as an effective deterrent to those who would do evil in the dark.

Few can stand against the Knights of the Jedi Order.

But there are always those who will try….


CHAPTER ONE
HYPERSPACE. THE LEGACY RUN.

3 HOURS TO IMPACT.

All is well.

Captain Hedda Casset reviewed the readouts and displays built into her command chair for the second time. She always went over them at least twice. She had more than four decades of flying behind her, and figured the double-check was a large part of the reason she was still flying. The second look confirmed everything she’d seen in the first.

“All is well,” she said, out loud this time, announcing it to her bridge crew. “Time for my rounds. Lieutenant Bowman, you have the bridge.”

“Acknowledged, captain,” her first officer replied, standing from his own seat in preparation to occupy hers until she returned from her evening constitutional.

Not every long-haul freighter captain ran their ship like a military vessel. Hedda had seen starships with stained floors and leaking pipes and cracks in their cockpit windows, lapses that speared her to her very soul. But Hedda Casset began her career as a fighter pilot with the Malastare-Sullust Joint Task Force, keeping order in their little sector of the Mid-Rim. She’d started out flying an Incom Z-24, the single-seat fighter everyone just called a Buzzbug. Mostly police action missions, hunting down pirates and the like. Eventually, though, she rose to command a heavy cruiser, one of the largest vessels in the fleet. A good career, doing good work.

She’d left Mallust JTF with distinction, moved on to a job captaining merchant vessels for the Byrne Guild—her version of a relaxed retirement. But thirty-plus years in the military meant order and discipline weren’t just in her blood—they were her blood. So, every ship she flew now was run like it was about to fight a decisive battle against a Hutt Armada, even if it was just carrying a load of ogrut hides from world A to world B. This ship, the Legacy Run, was no exception.

Hedda stood, accepting and returning Lieutenant Jary Bowman’s snapped salute. She stretched, feeling the bones of her spine crackle and crunch. Too many years on patrol in tiny cockpits, too many high-G maneuvers—sometimes in combat, sometimes just because it made her feel alive.

The real problem, though, she thought, tucking a stray strand of gray hair behind one ear, is too many years.

She left the bridge, departing the precise machine of her command deck and walking along a compact corridor into the larger, more chaotic world of the Legacy Run. The ship was a Kaniff Yards Class-A Modular Freight Transport, almost as old as she was. That put the craft a bit past her ideal operational life, but well within safe parameters if she was well-maintained and regularly serviced—which she was. Her captain saw to that.

The Run was a mixed-use ship, rated for both cargo and passengers—hence “modular” in its designation. It was composed of a huge central compartment, shaped like a long, triangular prism, with engineering aft and the rest of the space allotted for cargo. The bridge connected to the central hull via long boom arms, one of which she was traversing at that very moment. Additional smaller modules could be attached to the central section, up to a hundred and forty-four, swapped in and out at the yard depending on what was needed for a given run.

Hedda liked the ship’s variable qualities, because it meant you never knew what you were going to get, what weird challenges you might face from one job to the next. She had flown the ship once when half its cargo allotment was reconfigured into a huge water tank, to carry a gigantic saberfish from the storm seas on Spira to the private aquarium of a countess on Abregado. Hedda and her crew had gotten the beast there safely—not an easy gig. Even harder, though, was getting the creature back to Spira three cycles later, when the blasted thing got sick because the countess’ people had no idea how to take care of it. She gave the woman credit, though—she paid full freight to send the saberfish home. A lot of people, nobles especially, would have just let it die.

This particular trip, in comparison, was as simple as they came. The Legacy Run’s cargo sections were about eighty percent filled with settlers heading to the Outer Rim from overpopulated Core and Colonies worlds, seeking new lives, new opportunities, new skies. She could relate to that. Hedda Casset had been restless all her life. She had a feeling she’d die that way too, looking out a viewport, hoping her eyes would land on something she’d never seen before.

Because this was a transport run, most of the ship’s modules were basic passenger configurations, with open seating that converted into beds that were, in theory, comfortable enough to sleep in. Sanitary facilities, storage, a few holoscreens, small galleys, and that was it. For settlers willing to pay for the increased comfort and convenience, some had droid-operated auto-canteens and private sleeping compartments, but not many. These people were frugal. If they had money to begin with, they probably wouldn’t be heading to the Outer Rim to try to scrape out a future. The dark edge of the galaxy was a place of challenges both exciting and deadly. More deadly than exciting, in truth.

Even the road to get out here is tricky, Hedda thought, her gaze drawn by the swirl of hyperspace outside the large porthole she happened to be passing. She snapped her eyes away, knowing she could end up standing there for twenty minutes if she let herself get sucked in. You couldn’t trust hyperspace. It was useful, sure, it got you from here to there, it was the key to the expansion of the Republic out from the Core, but no one really understood it. If your navidroid miscalculated the coordinates, even a little, you could end up off the marked route, the main road through whatever hyperspace actually was, and then you’d be on a dark path leading to who knew where. It happened even in the well-traveled hyperlanes near the galactic center, and out here, where the prospectors had barely mapped out any routes…well, it was something you had to keep an eye on.

She put it out of her mind and continued on her way. The truth was, the Legacy Run was currently speeding along the most well-traveled, well-known route to the Rim worlds. This was a milk run. Ships moved along this hyperlane constantly, in both directions. Nothing to worry about.

But more than nine thousand souls aboard this ship were depending on Captain Hedda Casset to get them safely to their destination. She worried.

Hedda exited the corridor and entered the central hull, emerging in a large, circular space, an open spot necessitated by the ship’s structure that had been repurposed as a sort of unofficial common area. A group of children kicked a ball around, as adults stood and chatted nearby, or just stretched out in a zone that was different than the zone in which they awakened every morning. The space wasn’t fancy, just a bare junction spot where several short corridors met—but it was clean. The ship employed—at its captain’s insistence—an automated maintenance crew that kept its interiors neat and sanitary. One of the custodiodroids was spidering its way along a wall at that very moment, performing one of the endless tasks required on a ship the size of the Run.

She took a moment to take stock of this group—twenty people or so, all ages, from a number of worlds. Humans, of course, but also a few scale-skinned Trandoshans, a family of Bith and even an Ortolan, blue skin and long snout and the big, ponderous flaps protruding from the side of its head—you didn’t see many of those around. But no matter their planet of origin, they were all just ordinary people, biding time until their new lives could begin.

One of the kids looked up.

“Captain Casset!” the boy said, a human, olive-skinned with red hair. She knew him.

“Hello, Serj,” Hedda said. “What’s the good word? Everything all right here?”

The other children stopped their game and clustered around her.

“Could use some new holos,” Serj said. “We’ve watched everything in the system.”

“All we got is all we got,” Hedda replied. “And stop trying to chip into the archive to see the age-restricted titles. You think I don’t know? This is my ship. I know everything that happens on the Legacy Run.”

She learned forward.

“Everything.”

Serj blushed and looked toward his friends, who had also, suddenly, found very interesting things to look at on the absolutely uninteresting floor, ceiling and walls of the chamber.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said, straightening. “I get it. This is a pretty boring ride. You won’t believe me, but in not too long, when your parents have you plowing fields or building fences or fighting off rancors you’ll be dreaming of the time you spent on this ship. Just relax and enjoy.”

Serj rolled his eyes and returned to whatever improvised ball game he and the other kids had devised.

Hedda grinned and moved through the room, nodding and chatting as she went. People. Probably some good, some bad, but for the next few days, her people. She loved these runs. No matter what eventually happened in the lives of these folks, they were heading to the Rim to make their dreams come true. She was part of that, and it made her feel good.

Chancellor Soh’s Republic wasn’t perfect—no government was or ever could be—but it was a system that gave people room to dream. No, even better. It encouraged dreams, big and small. The Republic had its flaws, but all things considered, it could be a hell of a lot worse.

Hedda’s rounds took over an hour—she made her way through the passenger compartments, but also checked on a shipment of supercooled liquid tibanna to make sure the volatile stuff was properly locked down (it was), inspected the engines (all good), investigated the status of repairs to the ship’s environmental recirculation systems (in progress and proceeding nicely) and made sure fuel reserves were still more than adequate for the rest of the journey with a comfortable margin besides (they were.)

The Legacy Run was exactly as she wanted it to be. A tiny, well-maintained world in the wilderness, a warm bubble of safety holding back the void. She couldn’t vouch for what was waiting for these settlers once they dispersed into the Outer Rim, but she would make sure they got there safe and sound to find out.

Hedda returned to the bridge, where Lieutenant Bowman all but leapt to his feet the moment he saw her enter.

“Captain on the bridge,” he said, and the other officers sat up straighter.

“Thank you, Jary,” Hedda said, as her second stepped aside and returned to his post.

Hedda settled in to her command chair, automatically checking the displays, scanning for anything out of the ordinary.

All is well, she thought.

KTANG. KTANG. KTANG. KTANG.

An alarm, loud and insistent. The bridge lighting flipped into its emergency configuration—bathing everything in red. Through the front port, the swirls of hyperspace looked off, somehow. Maybe it was the emergency lighting, but they had a…reddish tinge. It looked…sickly.

Hedda felt her pulse quicken. Her mind snapped into combat mode without thinking.

“Report!” she barked out, her eyes whipping along her own set of screens to find the source of the alarm.

“Alarm generated by the navicomp, captain,” called out her navigator, Cadet Kalwar, a young Quermian. “There’s something in the hyperlane. Dead ahead. Big. Impact in ten seconds.”

The cadet’s voice held steady, and Hedda was proud of him. He probably wasn’t that much older than Serj.

She knew this situation was impossible. The lanes were selected because they were free of potential debris, their clarity calculated down to a meter of resolution. Any granules missed would be detected and evaded by the shipboard navidroids making adjustments along the vector. Lightspeed collisions along established lanes were mathematical absurdities.

She also knew that even though it was impossible, it was happening, and that ten seconds was no time at all at speeds like the Legacy Run was traveling.

You can’t trust hyperspace, she thought.

Hedda Casset tapped two buttons on her command console.

“Brace yourselves,” she said, her voice calm. “I’m taking control.”

Two piloting sticks snapped up out from the armrests of her captain’s chair, and Hedda grasped them, one in each hand.

She spared herself the time for one breath, and then she flew.

The Legacy Run was not an Incom Z-24 Buzzbug, or even one of the new Republic Longbeams. It was a sixty-year-old freighter at the end of—if not beyond—its operational lifespan, loaded to capacity, with engines designed for slow, gradual acceleration and deceleration, and docking with spaceports and orbital loading facilities. It maneuvered like a moon.

The Legacy Run was no warship. Not even close. But Hedda flew it like one.

She saw the obstacle in their path with her fighter pilot’s eye and instincts, saw it advancing at incredible velocity, large enough that both her ship and whatever it was would be disintegrated into atoms, dust drifting forever through the hyperlanes. There was no time to avoid it. The ship could not make the turn. There was no room, and there was no time.

But Captain Hedda Casset was at the helm, and she would not fail her ship.

The tiniest tweak of the left control stick, and a larger rotation of the right, and the Legacy Run moved. More than it wanted to, but not less than she believed it could, and the huge freighter slipped past the obstacle in their path, the thing shooting past their hull so close Hedda was sure she felt its passing ruffle her hair despite the many layers of metal and shielding between them.

But they were alive. No impact. The ship was alive.

Turbulence, and Hedda fought it, feeling her way through the jagged bumps and ripples, closing her eyes, not needing to see to fly. The ship groaned, its frame complaining.

“You can do it, old gal,” she said, out loud. “We’re a couple of cranky old ladies and that’s for sure, but we’ve both got a lot of life to live. I’ve taken damn good care of you, and you know it. I won’t let you down if you won’t let me down.”

Hedda did not fail her ship.

It failed her.

The groan of overstressed metal became a scream. The vibrations of the ship’s passage through space took on a new timbre Hedda had felt too many times before. It was the feeling of a ship that had moved beyond its limits, whether from taking too much damage in a firefight or, as here, just being asked to perform a maneuver that was more than it could give.

The Legacy Run was tearing itself apart. It had seconds to live, at most.

Hedda opened her eyes. She released the control sticks and tapped out commands on her console, activating the bulkhead shielding that separated each cargo module in the instance of a disaster, thinking that perhaps it might give some of the people aboard a chance. She thought about Serj and his friends, playing in the common area, and how emergency doors had just slammed down at the entrance to each passenger module, possibly trapping them in a zone that was shortly about to become vacuum. She hoped the children had gone to their families when the alarms sounded.

She didn’t know.

She just didn’t know.

Hedda locked eyes with her first officer, who was staring at her, knowing what was about to happen. He saluted.

“Captain,” Lieutenant Bowman said, “it’s been an—”

The bridge ripped open.

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


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Caraca... Os caras já entregam a agenda no segundo parágrafo do primeiro capítulo! :kkk

[...] "It is the time of The High Republic: a peaceful union of like-minded worlds where all voices are heard, and governance is achieved through consensus, not coercion or fear. It is a time of ambition, of culture, of inclusion, of Great Works." [...]

put* m****, assim não dá nem graça... Se bem que nós sabíamos que ia ser uma m****, né? :kclassic
 

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Resumindo essa alta republica é quando ela era pika das galáxias e não uma lástima falida igual aos filmes?
 

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Read the First Chapter of Star Wars: The High Republic - Light of the Jedi by Charles Soule

Prepare to take your first step into a new era of Star Wars. Set 200 years before the events of the Skywalker Saga, the High Republic finds the Jedi at their peak as they watch over the galaxy during a time of peace. But it’s not long before that peace is disturbed by a devastating incident and the Knights of the Jedi Order must spring into action.

The first novel to explore this era is Star Wars: The High Republic - Light of the Jedi by Charles Soule. We are excited to exclusively debut the first chapter of the upcoming book, out January 5, 2021 from publisher Del Rey, available for preorder now.

Soule offered us some insight on the explosive events of the opening chapter, but if you’d rather go in blind, skip down to the excerpt now and read what he had to say afterward.

Soule is a familiar face to Star Wars fans. He’s the writer of Marvel Comics featuring Darth Vader, Lando, Obi-Wan & Anakin, Poe Dameron, and The Rise of Kylo Ren. He’s also an accomplished novelist (check out 2018’s The Oracle Year), so it’ll be little surprise to hear he was one of several authors (the others being Claudia Gray, Justina Ireland, Daniel José Older, and Cavan Scott) who went on a secret retreat to Skywalker Ranch with a team of creative minds from Lucasfilm in order to create a brand new era for Star Wars storytelling.

And now Soule is leading the charge on this new publishing initiative that will feature not only his novel but books for young adults and comics. Light of the Jedi is the flagship book for the High Republic era that reveals what happened that threw the galaxy into chaos and introduces us to a new cast of characters like stalwart Jedi Knight Avar Kriss and a Wookiee Jedi named Burryaga (already a fan-favorite before the book’s release).

As the preview for Light of the Jedi reveals (last chance to skip ahead and avoid spoilers...), it’s the seemingly accidental destruction of a large spaceship traveling through hyperspace that causes all of the calamity. In The Last Jedi, the Holdo Maneuver showed us just how dangerous a ship moving at hyperspace speeds can be, but the way Soule describes what happens in his story makes it sound considerably worse.

“This excerpt is our first look at the moment that changes The High Republic forever,” Soule told IGN. “The destruction of the Legacy Run is the catalyst for a galaxy-wide disaster. Fragments of the destroyed cargo vessel begin flying out of hyperspace at super-accelerated speeds, meaning that deadly missiles of debris can appear anywhere at any time, from the Outer Rim to the Core. In this moment of crisis, the Republic turns to the guardians of peace and justice—the Jedi.”

Soule continued, “The opening beats of Light of the Jedi depict an epic disaster, and a heroic, thrilling response by both the Republic and the Jedi to save lives and end the crisis. It's just the beginning, though. The Legacy Run disaster kicks off a much larger story; it really is just one piece of a much bigger saga.”

Now, check out the excerpt from Light of the Jedi below.

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STAR WARS: THE HIGH REPUBLIC – LIGHT OF THE JEDI
By Charles Soule

The Force is with the galaxy.

It is the time of The High Republic: a peaceful union of like-minded worlds where all voices are heard, and governance is achieved through consensus, not coercion or fear. It is a time of ambition, of culture, of inclusion, of Great Works. Visionary Chancellor Lina Soh leads the Republic from the elegant cityworld of Coruscant, located near the bright center of the Galactic Core.

But beyond the Core and its many peaceful Colonies, there is the Rim—Inner, Mid, and finally, at the border of what is known: The Outer Rim. These worlds are filled with opportunity for those brave enough to travel the few well-mapped hyperspace lanes leading to them, though there is danger as well. The Outer Rim is a haven for anyone seeking to escape the laws of the Republic, and is filled with predators of every type.

Chancellor Soh has pledged to bring the Outer Rim worlds into the embrace of the Republic through ambitious outreach programs such as the Starlight Beacon. Order and justice are maintained on the galactic frontier by Jedi Knights, guardians of peace who have mastered incredible abilities stemming from a mysterious energy field known as the Force. The Jedi work closely with the Republic, and have agreed to establish outposts in the Outer Rim to help any who might require aid.

The Jedi of the frontier can be the only resource for people with nowhere else to turn. Though the outposts operate independently and without direct assistance from the great Jedi temple on Coruscant, they act as an effective deterrent to those who would do evil in the dark.

Few can stand against the Knights of the Jedi Order.

But there are always those who will try….


CHAPTER ONE
HYPERSPACE. THE LEGACY RUN.

3 HOURS TO IMPACT.

All is well.

Captain Hedda Casset reviewed the readouts and displays built into her command chair for the second time. She always went over them at least twice. She had more than four decades of flying behind her, and figured the double-check was a large part of the reason she was still flying. The second look confirmed everything she’d seen in the first.

“All is well,” she said, out loud this time, announcing it to her bridge crew. “Time for my rounds. Lieutenant Bowman, you have the bridge.”

“Acknowledged, captain,” her first officer replied, standing from his own seat in preparation to occupy hers until she returned from her evening constitutional.

Not every long-haul freighter captain ran their ship like a military vessel. Hedda had seen starships with stained floors and leaking pipes and cracks in their cockpit windows, lapses that speared her to her very soul. But Hedda Casset began her career as a fighter pilot with the Malastare-Sullust Joint Task Force, keeping order in their little sector of the Mid-Rim. She’d started out flying an Incom Z-24, the single-seat fighter everyone just called a Buzzbug. Mostly police action missions, hunting down pirates and the like. Eventually, though, she rose to command a heavy cruiser, one of the largest vessels in the fleet. A good career, doing good work.

She’d left Mallust JTF with distinction, moved on to a job captaining merchant vessels for the Byrne Guild—her version of a relaxed retirement. But thirty-plus years in the military meant order and discipline weren’t just in her blood—they were her blood. So, every ship she flew now was run like it was about to fight a decisive battle against a Hutt Armada, even if it was just carrying a load of ogrut hides from world A to world B. This ship, the Legacy Run, was no exception.

Hedda stood, accepting and returning Lieutenant Jary Bowman’s snapped salute. She stretched, feeling the bones of her spine crackle and crunch. Too many years on patrol in tiny cockpits, too many high-G maneuvers—sometimes in combat, sometimes just because it made her feel alive.

The real problem, though, she thought, tucking a stray strand of gray hair behind one ear, is too many years.

She left the bridge, departing the precise machine of her command deck and walking along a compact corridor into the larger, more chaotic world of the Legacy Run. The ship was a Kaniff Yards Class-A Modular Freight Transport, almost as old as she was. That put the craft a bit past her ideal operational life, but well within safe parameters if she was well-maintained and regularly serviced—which she was. Her captain saw to that.

The Run was a mixed-use ship, rated for both cargo and passengers—hence “modular” in its designation. It was composed of a huge central compartment, shaped like a long, triangular prism, with engineering aft and the rest of the space allotted for cargo. The bridge connected to the central hull via long boom arms, one of which she was traversing at that very moment. Additional smaller modules could be attached to the central section, up to a hundred and forty-four, swapped in and out at the yard depending on what was needed for a given run.

Hedda liked the ship’s variable qualities, because it meant you never knew what you were going to get, what weird challenges you might face from one job to the next. She had flown the ship once when half its cargo allotment was reconfigured into a huge water tank, to carry a gigantic saberfish from the storm seas on Spira to the private aquarium of a countess on Abregado. Hedda and her crew had gotten the beast there safely—not an easy gig. Even harder, though, was getting the creature back to Spira three cycles later, when the blasted thing got sick because the countess’ people had no idea how to take care of it. She gave the woman credit, though—she paid full freight to send the saberfish home. A lot of people, nobles especially, would have just let it die.

This particular trip, in comparison, was as simple as they came. The Legacy Run’s cargo sections were about eighty percent filled with settlers heading to the Outer Rim from overpopulated Core and Colonies worlds, seeking new lives, new opportunities, new skies. She could relate to that. Hedda Casset had been restless all her life. She had a feeling she’d die that way too, looking out a viewport, hoping her eyes would land on something she’d never seen before.

Because this was a transport run, most of the ship’s modules were basic passenger configurations, with open seating that converted into beds that were, in theory, comfortable enough to sleep in. Sanitary facilities, storage, a few holoscreens, small galleys, and that was it. For settlers willing to pay for the increased comfort and convenience, some had droid-operated auto-canteens and private sleeping compartments, but not many. These people were frugal. If they had money to begin with, they probably wouldn’t be heading to the Outer Rim to try to scrape out a future. The dark edge of the galaxy was a place of challenges both exciting and deadly. More deadly than exciting, in truth.

Even the road to get out here is tricky, Hedda thought, her gaze drawn by the swirl of hyperspace outside the large porthole she happened to be passing. She snapped her eyes away, knowing she could end up standing there for twenty minutes if she let herself get sucked in. You couldn’t trust hyperspace. It was useful, sure, it got you from here to there, it was the key to the expansion of the Republic out from the Core, but no one really understood it. If your navidroid miscalculated the coordinates, even a little, you could end up off the marked route, the main road through whatever hyperspace actually was, and then you’d be on a dark path leading to who knew where. It happened even in the well-traveled hyperlanes near the galactic center, and out here, where the prospectors had barely mapped out any routes…well, it was something you had to keep an eye on.

She put it out of her mind and continued on her way. The truth was, the Legacy Run was currently speeding along the most well-traveled, well-known route to the Rim worlds. This was a milk run. Ships moved along this hyperlane constantly, in both directions. Nothing to worry about.

But more than nine thousand souls aboard this ship were depending on Captain Hedda Casset to get them safely to their destination. She worried.

Hedda exited the corridor and entered the central hull, emerging in a large, circular space, an open spot necessitated by the ship’s structure that had been repurposed as a sort of unofficial common area. A group of children kicked a ball around, as adults stood and chatted nearby, or just stretched out in a zone that was different than the zone in which they awakened every morning. The space wasn’t fancy, just a bare junction spot where several short corridors met—but it was clean. The ship employed—at its captain’s insistence—an automated maintenance crew that kept its interiors neat and sanitary. One of the custodiodroids was spidering its way along a wall at that very moment, performing one of the endless tasks required on a ship the size of the Run.

She took a moment to take stock of this group—twenty people or so, all ages, from a number of worlds. Humans, of course, but also a few scale-skinned Trandoshans, a family of Bith and even an Ortolan, blue skin and long snout and the big, ponderous flaps protruding from the side of its head—you didn’t see many of those around. But no matter their planet of origin, they were all just ordinary people, biding time until their new lives could begin.

One of the kids looked up.

“Captain Casset!” the boy said, a human, olive-skinned with red hair. She knew him.

“Hello, Serj,” Hedda said. “What’s the good word? Everything all right here?”

The other children stopped their game and clustered around her.

“Could use some new holos,” Serj said. “We’ve watched everything in the system.”

“All we got is all we got,” Hedda replied. “And stop trying to chip into the archive to see the age-restricted titles. You think I don’t know? This is my ship. I know everything that happens on the Legacy Run.”

She learned forward.

“Everything.”

Serj blushed and looked toward his friends, who had also, suddenly, found very interesting things to look at on the absolutely uninteresting floor, ceiling and walls of the chamber.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said, straightening. “I get it. This is a pretty boring ride. You won’t believe me, but in not too long, when your parents have you plowing fields or building fences or fighting off rancors you’ll be dreaming of the time you spent on this ship. Just relax and enjoy.”

Serj rolled his eyes and returned to whatever improvised ball game he and the other kids had devised.

Hedda grinned and moved through the room, nodding and chatting as she went. People. Probably some good, some bad, but for the next few days, her people. She loved these runs. No matter what eventually happened in the lives of these folks, they were heading to the Rim to make their dreams come true. She was part of that, and it made her feel good.

Chancellor Soh’s Republic wasn’t perfect—no government was or ever could be—but it was a system that gave people room to dream. No, even better. It encouraged dreams, big and small. The Republic had its flaws, but all things considered, it could be a hell of a lot worse.

Hedda’s rounds took over an hour—she made her way through the passenger compartments, but also checked on a shipment of supercooled liquid tibanna to make sure the volatile stuff was properly locked down (it was), inspected the engines (all good), investigated the status of repairs to the ship’s environmental recirculation systems (in progress and proceeding nicely) and made sure fuel reserves were still more than adequate for the rest of the journey with a comfortable margin besides (they were.)

The Legacy Run was exactly as she wanted it to be. A tiny, well-maintained world in the wilderness, a warm bubble of safety holding back the void. She couldn’t vouch for what was waiting for these settlers once they dispersed into the Outer Rim, but she would make sure they got there safe and sound to find out.

Hedda returned to the bridge, where Lieutenant Bowman all but leapt to his feet the moment he saw her enter.

“Captain on the bridge,” he said, and the other officers sat up straighter.

“Thank you, Jary,” Hedda said, as her second stepped aside and returned to his post.

Hedda settled in to her command chair, automatically checking the displays, scanning for anything out of the ordinary.

All is well, she thought.

KTANG. KTANG. KTANG. KTANG.

An alarm, loud and insistent. The bridge lighting flipped into its emergency configuration—bathing everything in red. Through the front port, the swirls of hyperspace looked off, somehow. Maybe it was the emergency lighting, but they had a…reddish tinge. It looked…sickly.

Hedda felt her pulse quicken. Her mind snapped into combat mode without thinking.

“Report!” she barked out, her eyes whipping along her own set of screens to find the source of the alarm.

“Alarm generated by the navicomp, captain,” called out her navigator, Cadet Kalwar, a young Quermian. “There’s something in the hyperlane. Dead ahead. Big. Impact in ten seconds.”

The cadet’s voice held steady, and Hedda was proud of him. He probably wasn’t that much older than Serj.

She knew this situation was impossible. The lanes were selected because they were free of potential debris, their clarity calculated down to a meter of resolution. Any granules missed would be detected and evaded by the shipboard navidroids making adjustments along the vector. Lightspeed collisions along established lanes were mathematical absurdities.

She also knew that even though it was impossible, it was happening, and that ten seconds was no time at all at speeds like the Legacy Run was traveling.

You can’t trust hyperspace, she thought.

Hedda Casset tapped two buttons on her command console.

“Brace yourselves,” she said, her voice calm. “I’m taking control.”

Two piloting sticks snapped up out from the armrests of her captain’s chair, and Hedda grasped them, one in each hand.

She spared herself the time for one breath, and then she flew.

The Legacy Run was not an Incom Z-24 Buzzbug, or even one of the new Republic Longbeams. It was a sixty-year-old freighter at the end of—if not beyond—its operational lifespan, loaded to capacity, with engines designed for slow, gradual acceleration and deceleration, and docking with spaceports and orbital loading facilities. It maneuvered like a moon.

The Legacy Run was no warship. Not even close. But Hedda flew it like one.

She saw the obstacle in their path with her fighter pilot’s eye and instincts, saw it advancing at incredible velocity, large enough that both her ship and whatever it was would be disintegrated into atoms, dust drifting forever through the hyperlanes. There was no time to avoid it. The ship could not make the turn. There was no room, and there was no time.

But Captain Hedda Casset was at the helm, and she would not fail her ship.

The tiniest tweak of the left control stick, and a larger rotation of the right, and the Legacy Run moved. More than it wanted to, but not less than she believed it could, and the huge freighter slipped past the obstacle in their path, the thing shooting past their hull so close Hedda was sure she felt its passing ruffle her hair despite the many layers of metal and shielding between them.

But they were alive. No impact. The ship was alive.

Turbulence, and Hedda fought it, feeling her way through the jagged bumps and ripples, closing her eyes, not needing to see to fly. The ship groaned, its frame complaining.

“You can do it, old gal,” she said, out loud. “We’re a couple of cranky old ladies and that’s for sure, but we’ve both got a lot of life to live. I’ve taken damn good care of you, and you know it. I won’t let you down if you won’t let me down.”

Hedda did not fail her ship.

It failed her.

The groan of overstressed metal became a scream. The vibrations of the ship’s passage through space took on a new timbre Hedda had felt too many times before. It was the feeling of a ship that had moved beyond its limits, whether from taking too much damage in a firefight or, as here, just being asked to perform a maneuver that was more than it could give.

The Legacy Run was tearing itself apart. It had seconds to live, at most.

Hedda opened her eyes. She released the control sticks and tapped out commands on her console, activating the bulkhead shielding that separated each cargo module in the instance of a disaster, thinking that perhaps it might give some of the people aboard a chance. She thought about Serj and his friends, playing in the common area, and how emergency doors had just slammed down at the entrance to each passenger module, possibly trapping them in a zone that was shortly about to become vacuum. She hoped the children had gone to their families when the alarms sounded.

She didn’t know.

She just didn’t know.

Hedda locked eyes with her first officer, who was staring at her, knowing what was about to happen. He saluted.

“Captain,” Lieutenant Bowman said, “it’s been an—”

The bridge ripped open.

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


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Caraca... Os caras já entregam a agenda no segundo parágrafo do primeiro capítulo! :kkk

[...] "It is the time of The High Republic: a peaceful union of like-minded worlds where all voices are heard, and governance is achieved through consensus, not coercion or fear. It is a time of ambition, of culture, of inclusion, of Great Works." [...]

put* m, assim não dá nem graça... Se bem que nós sabíamos que ia ser uma m, né? :kclassic

Tá louco... que eu me lembre em nenhum momento do antigo Universo Expandido a república foi descrita como sendo algo tão "santificado".
Parece até que querem passar a noção de pureza, superioridade moral.
Ok, nos filmes (nos 6 filmes reais, não nos abortos), tudo era preto e branco, mas nos livros e quadrinhos a república era super falha e existia corrupção. Não essa utopia.
Fico até pensando na futura série do Cassian Andor se vão mostrar ele como no Rogue One, com essa dualidade ou se vão já purificar ele.
 

Goris

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Se é pra ser assim, é melhor a galáxia ser dominada pelos sith. Pelo menos eles podem render uma história interessante, bem direfente desses jedi sjw. :kclassic
Então, como a franquia está nas maos desse povo, estão escrevendo livros, criando jogos e dirigindo filmes pra esse povo.

Só quando perderem tanto dinheiro que não vai mais dar pra continuar nessa zoeira é que vão tirar eles de lá.

Até esse dia, aguardar.
 

Uzumaki.Luffy

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Então, como a franquia está nas maos desse povo, estão escrevendo livros, criando jogos e dirigindo filmes pra esse povo.

Só quando perderem tanto dinheiro que não vai mais dar pra continuar nessa zoeira é que vão tirar eles de lá.

Até esse dia, aguardar.
Eu nem fico muito otimista com isso, porque é provável que star wars afunde junto com esses sjw.Os acionistas e chefões da Disney dificilmente vão entender o problema e reconhecer qual é a solução.
 

O_Brachio

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Nem nos filmes a Antiga República era vista como algo perfeito, pelo contrário, ela estava em franca decadência. Todo o contexto político por detrás da Ameaça Fantasma, inclusive a ascenção do Palpatine a chancelaria, são um indicativo disso. Lembrem do discurso do então senador para a Rainha Amidala:

"PALPATINE: There is no civility, only politics. The Republic is not what it once was. The Senate is full of greedy, squabbling delegates. There is no interest in the common good. I must be frank, Your Majesty. There is little chance the Senate will act on the invasion.
PADMÉ: Chancellor Valorum seems to think there is hope.
PALPATINE: If I may say so, Your Majesty, the chancellor has little real power. He is mired by baseless accusations of corruption. The bureaucrats are in charge now."


E agora a Disney quer que acreditemos que em cem anos a Velha República passou de paraíso SJW para o que vimos no Episódio I? Se a história ainda se passasse mil anos antes, o que no antigo cânone foi o ápice de tudo, teria um pouco mais de lógica. Enfim, a Disney está sendo um desastre para a saga e não vejo esperança no fim do túnel. Falam tanto da saída da KK, mas a cultura SJW já está tão entranhada que mesmo ela saindo o destino de Star Wars é bem sombrio.
 
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Askeladd

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Estranho Star Wars sempre apresentou elementos do mundo real.
Zero interesse de acabar com a escravidão em planetas fora dos seus limites.
Contrabandistas.
Vendedores de armas que lucram vendendo para ambos os lados.
População não quer ir para a guerra e contratam companhia de mercenários.
Religião se metendo em política.
Organizações criminosas são tão poderosas que o governo é obrigado a negociar com elas.
Anakin comete massacre do povo do deserto e fica por isso mesmo.
 

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@Goris
Vão declarar a triologia uma linha do tempo alternativa

https://rollingstone.uol.com.br/not...URsbZnEXcSrTTvg6upVamzSJZz3ma50Q5sVfldIvAjdxE


Will Star Wars be great again?

Sabe aquela velha história de “não mexer pra não feder”? Então, melhor finger que não aconteceu, assim como Jar jar Binks, episódios 1, 2 e 3.... era tão foda a trilogia clássica e os contos/livros do universo expandido... era show demais... a série Shadows of the Empire... Luke e Mara Jade poxa ... tudo foi pro lixo com essa Disney dos infernos... os novos livros até que são legais, porque mostram o pano de fundo da nova ordem e tal...mas os filmes olha nem sei ...vão ficar marcado na memória infelizmente

Melhor tocar o barco e produzir coisas novas, outras histórias, outros personagens... esquecer esses Jedi um pouco


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