The Clone Wars’ swan song is fast approaching, and none of us will ever be ready for it.
Obi-Wan and Bail’s road trip goes further off-course.
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.
Bail and Obi-Wan finally reach Zigoola, but the galaxy’s worst road trip is far from over.
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 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.
We go back to the beginning, which is easily as weird and dorky as the middle and the end. (Also Obi-Wan’s terrible haircut is there.)
Bail and Obi-Wan’s road trip enters what feels like its 18th week; Wild Space shows its face.