A bounty hunter with a Tragic Backstory gets a new assignment, and I (along with the rest of the fandom) promptly lose my mind.
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.
Yet another person who was just minding their own business gets their life ruined by a Skywalker.
Anakin needs a nap and a library card; Palpatine just wants to make the galaxy great again.
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.
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.
Vader is, as usual, harder to kill than expected; this round of Crystal Quest pays off.
Qui-Gon collects his winnings; Anakin says a significant goodbye (and a significant hello); Palpatine is, was, and ever shall be the goddamn worst.
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.
Saw’s fight is over; Galen’s read the guide on how to die like a Star Wars dad; Anakin’s back again to defend his title.