THE LAST JEDI
Tilt down to Starkiller Base. Han feels like he has been falling forever. He tumbles into the darkness of a seemingly never-ending pit. Han feels at his torso, the slight hole throbbing like an old imperial probe. His wound was cauterized by the lightsaber blade from his son, the infamous Kylo Ren.
Down and down he falls, tumbling down the rabbit hole. His mind searches for answers. How could he save his son?
Finally, he lands. On a mountain of fluffy Porgs.
Han Solo is alive, atop a bed of fluffy Porgs. He rolls over until he meets the dusty earth of the cavernous floor. He looks up. Starkiller base is imploding. The First Order is on the run. They have succeeded.
There is no time to celebrate for Han. The cavern is closing in around him. The roofs caves in, and, just before the mountainous rock strikes him, Han can be heard uttering his last words.
“Ah, Hell.”
I like to leave this figurine on my desk at work. It’s mostly because I’m a kid at heart, but it also has a certain context for me. Underneath the ordinary, there is a superman (or woman). We have a power in ourselves that we have a tendency to ignore or deny.
large being in olden diving suit with a huge drill for a hand and a mean temper. It is an evocative image. But those who played the game will remember Would you kindly… 