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"So essentially what Star Wars to me was, a boy who is stuck at home and dreams of joining a war. And so it's like, let's tell a story of a girl who is stuck in a war and dreams of going home. It was like a mirror." - Gareth Edwards, 2023
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↳ Day 6: Tropes/Mission[in/sp]
ROGUE ONE: A STAR WARS STORY (2016) dir. gareth edwards
The story started with a girl, and ended with a boy.
The story started with a girl, orphaned by the Empire and rescued by an old soldier who would never stop fighting.
The story ended with a boy, orphaned by the Empire and rescued by an old soldier who had given up long ago.
Between the beginning and the end of the story, many others played their parts. The parts were all important. A pilot who wanted to get right with himself. A smuggler who needed a fast job. A droid with no loyalties but friendship. A man haunted by sins committed in the name of freedom. A woman who watched her planet die. A droid whose loyalty to one family never wavered or weakened, who remembered for decades what no-one else ever knew. A pair of Guardians, loyal to the end.
A nameless soldier, pushing a data-clip through a jammed door, knowing he would die but that the plans must survive.
A father who served the Empire for decades, never wavering in his love and loyalty to his child.
A father who served the Empire for decades, who rediscovered his love and loyalty only in his last minutes of life.
And others, so many others, who lived and died in the story of the Death Star.
But the story started with a girl, and ended with a boy.
A girl who lived, and loved, and mourned her lost and her dead.
A boy who lived, and loved, and mourned his lost and his dead.
A girl who fought with everything she had.
A boy who fought with everything he had.
A girl who sacrificed herself for hope, hope of destroying a weapon that could slay worlds.
A boy who made hope a reality, destroying that weapon against all the odds.
The girl died young, but triumphant, knowing she had succeeded.
The boy grew up, and grew old, and failed at all the things he wanted to succeed at most, except that one thing.
And when he died at last, confronting his worst failure, he did not see the faces he’d expected to see waiting for him, the past masters and family there should have been.
She was small and thin, dark-haired and weary-eyed, but she smiled up at him warmly. A man stood just behind her, just as small and thin and dark, with a scruffy beard and a gentle smile. “We’ve been waiting,” the woman said, laying her hand on his arm.
“For me?” the old man asked, puzzled. “Do I know you?”
“No,” the woman said softly. “We never met… but we shared a story, for a while.”
“What story?”
She smiled again. “The story of the Death Star,” she said, her voice warm and affectionate. “A story that started with a girl, and ended with a boy.”
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I haven’t written fanfiction for a while. I missed it.
Because Christmas is an expensive time, I will mention again that I have a Kofi. I love every one of my donors deeply and sincerely.
The Spark by Hipgrab.
The Star Wars adaptation of The Hunger Games (Catching Fire and Mockingjay) that you didn’t know that you needed! It’s very cleverly adapted and I really enjoyed reading it. The main pairing is Rey x Ben (no Kylo in this universe, obvs) though.
When Jyn and Cassian didn’t kiss at the end
The time to fight is now.
⇏ Tatiana Maslany as Jyn Erso
