The Clone Wars’ swan song is fast approaching, and none of us will ever be ready for it.
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.
Padme’s got a secret; Anakin doesn’t know what he wants (and doesn’t know what a metaphor is.)
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.)
Naboo’s in trouble again, and Padme knows just the dorks to help her save the day.
Bail has a really long day at the office; Padme, like me, is maybe in love with everyone.
Yoda’s here to see Anakin off to his first day in charge; Bail Organa’s got a secret — and brandy — to share.