Tony, Carol, and their ongoing argument over who Rhodey loves the most.
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The three-dimensional imagery was mundane: standard-issue trooper personal history and training records. Nonetheless, Hux reviewed it carefully. When analyzing a psychological profile in search of an anomaly, one looked for small clues. A bit of correspondence, a favored quote, even the posture of the individual in question: Any of these might suffice to point to an explanation for the trooper's inexplicable behavior. He did not expect to find a picture of FN-2187 holding up a sign that read "I am going to go berserk and free a prisoner and steal a TIE fighter."
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He began to wonder if there was something wrong with him.It hit me right in the gut, because man, of course that's where Finn's head is going to go first -- he didn't leap from This doesn't feel right to The First Order is evil and I've gotta get out without working through Something's wrong with ME first, not when he's been conditioned from infancy.
He was standing by the window, dressed in that same black tunic, pants, and high boots that he'd worn that day at Jabba's palace.Sidenote: I love that the EU stuck to dressing Luke in black. It's a little on-the-nose, and I actually like Mark Hamill better in earth tones, and it's pretty clear that new canon is sticking to more traditional Jedi attire, but the black works for me. First of all, it so obviously reflective of his growth and maturity, but I've also always wondered if there's a subconscious need to echo his father there. Also, I can see Luke having a total inability to dress himself when he isn't borrowing clothes from someone, and after trying to coach him, Leia -- who who received training in comport and presentation as part of her education on Alderaan -- finally gives up and advises him to stick to flightsuits or black.
There had been many commanders in the Fleet, he knew, who had seen the Emperor's original Death Star as a blatant attempt to bring the Empire's vast military power more tightly under his direct control, just as he'd already done with the Empire's political power. The fact that he'd ignored the battle station's proven vulnerability and gone ahead with a second Death Star had merely reinforced that suspicion. There would have been few in the Fleet's upper echelons who would have genuinely mourned its loss... if it hadn't, in its death throes, taken the Super Star Destroyer Executor with it.Also, this makes me realize that I'm way too hard on Zahn for his prose -- he's actually a perfectly lovely writer, even if his stuff doesn't sing across the page in quite the same way that Stover's does, and his attention to detail makes me want to literally put the book in my mouth and chew on it in the hopes of absorbing the same sensibility.
Threepio cocked his head toward Luke's cup. "Forgive me, sir... but may I ask what that is that you're drinking?"I have so many questions. Where is the fanart? How hard does Leia try not to laugh if she bumps into him? Why is Luke too good, too pure? Bless you, original space boyfriend, and bless your droid for still believing that you didn't earn your stripes drinking rotgut whiskey with the rest of Rogue Squadron.
"This?" Luke glanced down at his cup. "It's just something Lando taught me how to make a while back."
"Lando?" Threepio echoed, and there was no mistaking the disapproval in his voice. Programmed politeness or not, the droid had never really much cared for Lando.
Which wasn't very surprising, given the circumstances of their first meeting. "Yes, but in spite of such a shady origin, it's really quite good," Luke told him. "It's called hot chocolate."