The Prophecy And in time of greatest despair, there shall come a savior, and he shall be known as : THE SON OF THE SUN. And he shall bring Balance to the Force. "Journal of the Whills, 3:12"
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August 2025
First trailer for 'The Mandalorian and Grogu' ! 30th September 2025
The first trailer for the next movie, 'The Mandalorian and Grogu' has been released :
To be honest, I'm a little worried as to how this movie might be presented, and what the plot could be : presumably , it must be a follow-on from the Mando TV series - looking at the fleeting cues in the trailer, it is definitely set after the last episode - and thus how much time will the movie require in getting the new (non-fan) audience 'up to speed' ? The plot macguffin must surely be tied in to the Mando series and the timeframe of the New Republic, and synchronise with other New Republic era shows - in other words, it can't be too stand-alone. We've heard that the Sigourney Weaver New Republic general character will be giving Mando and Grogu a mission, and it's intriguing that the trailer implies the plot will circle around Rotta the Hutt, Jabba's son and heir. So why wasn't this presented as the fourth episodic season of the Mando series ?
As I did with the progression of the Virtual Edition Episode X, I will post below sections of the prose for Episode XI as I draft it.... Leia gains an insight into the origins of the Sith and Jedi Warrior-Monks....
The droids had directed her, unsurprisingly, to the Stone Circle. There was no sign of her brother. Birdsong and the ever constant scurrying of the small mammalian wildlife joined Artoo Detoo’s pneumatic gears as the little droid’s sensor array swivelled left and right above his dome.
“I’m so sorry, Mistress Leia,” wailed Threepio with a flap of his arms, “but we cannot detect Master Luke.”
Leia turned to the golden droid with a wry but humourless smile on her face, her heart heavy.
“It’s alright, Threepio. I think I know where he is... or at least, where he’s gone.”
Leia tapped the cool granite of the Central Stone that towered over her with her long slender fingers.
“But I can’t detect him, either,” she added sombrely.
Threepio lifted his right arm and gestured at the Standing Stone beside them.
“Yesterday, Master Luke had entered this Stone,” he reported. “But when I say entered.... there is no doorway as such... so....”
The protocol droid trailed off, uncertain of what he was saying and what his visual receptors and his short-term memory banks were reporting to him.
Leia nodded. She glanced around at the idyllic pastoral setting of the early morning.
“You think that the marks suggest a portal through these stones ?” she asked, but it was less a question, and more a re-affirmation of what they had deduced the previous night.
“Well I guess there’s only one way to find out !” she announced suddenly.
Leia squared herself to the Central Stone and placed both her palms flat on the rock surface. She closed her eyes, leaned in towards the monolith, and mentally willed herself to enter the flakes of micas, feldspars and quartz.
Through closed eyes, she was aware of the world around her becoming darker. She felt herself tip forwards, and her head and shoulder bumped against the rock.
Startled, she opened her eyes. Before her, as a moment ago, the mottled greys of the rock completed her view. She turned her face sideways, and realised it was night-time ; many figures were near her within the stone circle, and several campfires glowing red-orange were dotted just within and without the perimeter of the circle. There was a general hubbub of chatter, some quiet chanting to the side, some laughter opposite.
She straightened and regained her posture, and looked around. No one had acknowledged her appearance nor paid her any attention now. Had she seer-journeyed here ? Or had she travelled through the Stone like her brother had done ?
There were groups of a handful of people – male and female, and of different species – preoccupied with their own agendas. Some were cooking, some were meditating ; one group appeared to be in a passionate hedony, oblivious - or without regard – to the crowd around them. All wore loose fitting robes, and although it was night, Leia could see a variety of darker and lighter hues.
Overall, there was an air of intensity and frenzy, rather than calm diligence.
To her amazement, a figure literally stepped out of the central stone pillar beside her, its body seeming to glide through and peel off the rocky surface.
Something was called out in a form of greeting and the newcomer raised a hand and hailed in response. Leia did not understand the speech, but her brain understood the words and the sentiment . She intuited that this was the Force affording universal communication.
The humanoid newcomer strode over to the nearest campfire and reached out his palm. A piece of meat that had been browning on a spit-stick, leapt to his hand. Its owner growled in frustration and rose to his feet, but the leader raised his left hand, and the other was forcibly pushed to the ground. The subservient one muttered an apology and dipped his head low in deference.
Many in the group were roused by this display of dominance, but the majority nodded and settled in obedience.
One member of the group that Leia had discerned to be meditating rose to his feet. He stepped foward, arms wide, a supplicating and pacifying gesture.
“O Lord, was that necessary ? Allow your brethren to eat. They work hard for you, they have earned it, surely.”
The leader turned to face his rebel.
“We are Siddai ! The Forh-Ashla is ours to use ! My brother, you know this to be true. Wield your birth-right, don’t be scared to use the authority you have been given.”
The other shook his head.
“No, brother, I am not scared to use this power, and neither are my friends.” He tilted his chin to indicate the small group behind him. “But I keep telling you, we must learn to use it judiciously, not wantonly.”
The leader dropped the stick holding the meat, and stabbed his right hand out towards his brother. Lightning shot from his fingertips and sliced across the space. The brother waved his arm with a backhand gesture, and matching lightning flailed out to entangle the threat. The jagged light fizzled and dispersed. The wider group was silent now and watching intently.
“That was judicious,” smirked the leader.
“Always quick to respond, brother.” The other shook his head. “Learn patience, I beg of you ! The Forh-Ashla reveals itself in greater depth and clarity if you are calm and let go the urge for action.”
His opponent gestured to the Stone Circle.
“Why do we walk the skies between worlds, brother ?”
He conjured a ball of crackling lightning above his right palm.
“Why do we hold this power at our fingertips ?”
The jagged blue light faded away, and he gestured to his head with his fore finger.
“Why do we see things before they happen ?”
The brother shook his head in humility. “The great mystery eludes us, but...”
The leader shook his own head in anger.
“No ! It’s because we are the gods ! We rule this universe ! We take and we give because we are the Siddai !”
The brother bowed his head, and then gestured behind him to the group he had left. He waved his hand requesting they join him. Four figures rose, two male and two female, and they stepped into the circle. They bore no fear, their demeanour was calm and accepting. Their fate was about to be decided.
“Brother, you know that my friends and I do not agree. We study the Forh-Ashla, as do you, but we see a different path. Allow us to depart, and follow the Dai.”
The leader roared and bellowed in anger and frustration.
“No ! I do not give you your leave ! Obey me in this, or suffer the consequences !”
The brother shook his head once more, this time in clear sadness.
He gestured to the Central Stone indicating his small cabal should move forward.
The leader jabbed with his right hand and a single whip-like strand of lightning lanced out from and slashed towards his brother’s open arm.
The brother remained unmoved, and his right arm fell to the ground. Unperturbed, he raised his left hand, fingers splayed out, and a bright web of lightning flashed out, creating a corridor between his group and the stone pillar.
“Walk forward, my friends,” he announced to the other four.
The tunnel of white light burned brightly, and the Siddai around the Circle were quick to shield their eyes. Their Leader stared defiantly at his brother.
The four stepped forward to the central monolith, then paused to look back.
The brother released the web of lightning from his fingertips and the safe haven remained in place.
“We renounce the Siddai,” he declared. “This is our leave-taking, the Siddai is sundered.” Then he too walked up to the Stone to join his comrades.
The Forh-Ashla spoke to them all and the leader laughed.
“You are right, brother, the Time of the Siddai is no more. We are the Way, we are the Sidd !”
The brother nodded in comprehension as the Forh-Ashla brought clarity.
“And we are the Path, we are the Idai. Farewell, my brothers and sisters.”
The five Idai stepped towards the monolith, and, one by one, they disappeared into the stone without a backward glance.
The white tunnel evaporated, and the Leader of the Sidd scoffed.
“Let them go ! They are weak. They will not survive.”
He raised his arms and announced to the tribe. “The power of the Sidd will rule over all !”
The Forh-Ashla flowed over them all in dark euphoric energy and they cheered and whooped in confident triumph.
Leia, the invisible spectator, slowly brought her hand to her mouth, holding back a gasp as she realised that this was the moment the Sith and the Jedi, formerly one, and formerly led by the quick and easy Darkness, became two.
And then her view of the Circle and the campfires faded, to be replaced by the pale morning light and the fretting words of her father’s droid.
“Mistress Leia, Mistress Leia, are you alright ?”
She was leaning with one palm against the towering monolith, her other covering her mouth, her eyes wide in shock as she processed this glimpse of ancient history.
Artoo beeped and warbled.
“Yes, I can see her vital signs are sufficient, Artoo, but her composure is far from stable !”
Leia refocused on the droids.
“Yes, Threepio, I’m alright, thankyou.”
“Oh, thank the Maker !” said the golden droid with relief. Then he tilted his head with an astute observation. “You didn’t travel through the Stone like Master Luke did ?”
“No, Threepio, I didn’t.” Leia glanced over her shoulder at the cold grey forboding granite behind her.
