It’s the final showdown! (At least for the next few years or so.)
Vader gets his marching orders; Leia gets the bad news; Luke’s off to meet his destiny for like the 12th time this year alone.
Luke demands the results of his paternity test; Yoda is terminally tired; Obi-Wan loves Anakin; Han Solo is liking this Rebellion thing more than he lets on.
Leia kicks some Hutt tail; Luke gives himself a promotion; Sidious has it all figured out.
We’re going to the desert, and we’re building a Superweapon — this series is going to go out doing what it loves.
Sheev gets the dominoes lined up; Obi-Wan gets a really important assignment (and lives through more trauma); Yoda is understandably not sure about any of this.
Palpatine’s on the verge of a promotion; Padme’s ready to throw down; Obi-Wan has another wonderful day.
Qui-Gon collects his winnings; Anakin says a significant goodbye (and a significant hello); Palpatine is, was, and ever shall be the goddamn worst.
Qui-Gon makes the galaxy’s most significant bet; Anakin probably buys that Boonta Eve poster he keeps in his room later.
Artoo saves the gang for the first of what is surely at least a hundred times by now; it’s time once again for some coarse, rough, irritating sand.