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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ANDOR Season 2 trailers 31st March 2025
Through March 2025, LFL released two trailers showcasing the upcoming season 2 for ANDOR. Although, for me, the slow and verbose pace initially bore a challenge, I warmed to the series, appreciating it's rich detail and clever intricate plotting as it revealed the 'official' genesis of the rebel cells that would come to form the rebel alliance against the Empire.
The fast-paced trailers show the fabled 'Ghorman Massacre', an in-lore Imperial-led atrocity that was pivotal to the credibility, popularity, and establishment of the rebellion. We also see faces from the first season, as well as Imperial Military Reseach Director Orson Krennic from Rogue One. There is also the suggestion of a Force-choke.... as well scenes from inside the Senate where the Emperor may or may not be seen....
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.... A disguised General Han Solo catches up with a disgruntled Imperial scientist...
The large and heavy-suited and helmeted dock loader was intently studying a revealed instrument panel in the lower hull of the Imperial shuttle next to one of the landing gear.
Nondescript crates recently offloaded sat nearby on the platform for the P-Three factory.
Han, still wearing his white co-pilot flight suit, walked briskly away from the ship, catching up with the passengers who had just disembarked. He was holding a datapad.
He called out as he caught up with Professor Floydwood.
“Excuse me, sir, excuse me !”
The professor turned around, a quizzical expression on his face. The two Imperial engineers were a few paces ahead of the scientist, and they also turned at the commotion. The droid passenger had already reached the waiting room and was disappearing inside.
“Yes ? What is it... er... pilot ?” he asked.
The pilot waved the datapad in the scientist’s face.
“Just a quick survey, sir, regarding the flight today.” As the professor began to make an excuse, Han added, “My superior, Jayvis, suggested I speak to you, sir. It will only take a moment, sir.”
“Oh, really ? Oh, erm... I really don’t have the time... but if it will only take a moment or two...”
The scientist and the pilot paused to face each other, but they were aware that the two engineers had resumed their walk to the debarkation point.
Han waved his hand to the side of the building that held a sparse waiting room.
“Perhaps we can speak over there...?”
The scientist acquiesced with a nod, and he let the pilot lead the way to the side of the building. Floydwood was not a little puzzled as to what was going on and the need for a survey, but the thought was crossing his mind that the passing reference to Jayvis was significant.
“What’s all this about then ?” the professor began.
Han thrust the datapad between them and leaned in close.
“I’m a friend of Jayvis,” he whispered. “He says you have important information you want to release to the wider galaxy...”
The scientist gave a brief nod.
“Yes. But he needs to be ready by tomorrow. I’m leaving, and my family is coming with me.”
“That’s very good, sir, but we need to know the nature of the information before we can help you,” Han countered.
Floydwood glanced around nervously. They were stood close to the building, the waiting room inside was empty. He spotted a security camera high on a pole not too far away pointed in their general direction. Han had his back to the surveillance, and did not turn around.
“We’re being watched !” hissed the scientist. “We can’t stay here...”
“Just for a moment !” snapped Han. “Tell me what it is that’s so urgent otherwise we’re not helping you get out of here !”
The scientist glanced around once more, licked his lips, and then came to a decision. He leaned in and spoke softly and quickly : “A hyper-speed propulsion system, relaying a packet of volatile energy... a catapault, if you will. Fired from Imperial Space, targeting a point light-years away !”
Han’s eyes widened with incredulity.
“Firing a cannon through hyperspace ? That’s impossible !”
Floydwood shook his head.
“Not any more. I don’t know how, but I know we’re doing it. I’m just involved in the propulsion of the carriage,” he added.
“The carriage ?”
“The catapult,” clarified the professor.
Han rubbed his bearded chin thoughtfully. He needed to stall the professor to give him time to think.
He regarded the professor ruefully. “Can you get me something by the end of your shift ? A blueprint that shows you're genuine to my superiors ?”
The professor’s eyes widened in alarm.
“I still want out ! Me and my family. Tomorrow.”
Han held his hands up placatingly.
“I can’t guarantee it, but that’s why I’m asking for something now. If they see that it’s a big deal, they’ll give me the green light, and we can get you and your family out.”
Floydwood opened his mouth to speak, but Han interjected. “Just one thing. See it from my point of view. They’ll want to know if all this is genuine.”
The professor glanced down and nodded.
“Okay,” he whispered. “I’ll try and get something.” He looked back up at Han. “You’ll be here at seventeen hundred ?”
Han nodded.
“Yep, you bet !”
Elsewhere on Imperias, deep inside the building complex publically labelled as ‘The Centre for Metro-Social Well-being’, but dedicated to the full surveillance of the population, vast super-computers hummed and whirred and blinked incessantly. Large cooling fans hung from the grey ceilings, maternally nurturing the black monoliths below them.
Against one wall of one of these chambers was a mezzanine balcony, overlooking the super-computers and housing monitoring equipment staffed by a handful of technicians wearing Imperial-issue olive-green uniforms.
For one such technician an alert light flashed up on his screen.
Nonchalantly, assuming it would be another false alarm, he flicked some switches on his keyboard to interrogate the alert-call.
A series of keywords appeared :
Watched
? Urgen
? Hy-speed
Propulsion
? Engee
? Ca-widge
Blueprint
The technician, his eyes widening, leaned forward, and requested more data.
A sound file wave appeared, flickering up and down illustrating a muffled dialogue. He raised his left hand to a slim headset, and tapped a button. Silently, the audio was transferred to his ears.
Further key presses revealed the location to be the landing platform for the P-3 Factory.
The technician called up a replay of the recent video associated with the alert location and its time. The imagery showed two blurry figures on the edge of the frame.
He leaned back, and depressed a button on the right hand side of the headset, activating its microphone stick.
“Sir,” he announced, speaking into the mic, “I have a suspicious audio anomaly. It’s been recorded near the P-Three Factory. The vid-cap isn’t clear, though.”
