Rebel warfare - art Richard Lim
I want more bloody front lines in Star Wars.
I want a squad of Stormtroopers who’ve known each other since basic, getting picked off one by one by a Rebel sniper until the last guy, the guy who didn’t even want to sign up because he doesn’t think the Empire is totally in the right, manages to bring down the tower that the Rebel sniper’s been hiding in. Now, it’s just him. Just him, and an entire village of Rebel scum to butcher and kill.
I want a TIE fighter pilot to survive a battle in her escape pod, just to be picked up by a Rebel corvette and interrogated for days and days and days. On the tenth day, she dies… after giving up the location of a slave processing facility in the outer rim where thousands of innocent people are sent every day. Including every day the TIE pilot was being tortured by the Rebels.
I want the bratty child of an Imperial Moff to sneak off into the night and join the Rebel Alliance, with no idea of what he’s actually getting himself in for. They give him a gun. They tell him to kill “white-skulls.” The kid knows a few white skulls… one of them is his brother. The good son. The favorite son. And he’s stationed on this planet. But how’s he supposed to know which one’s his brother? All the Stormtroopers look the same in their armor…?
I want a Rebel medic who doesn’t give one damn about who’s running the galaxy, she just wants as few people to die in this stupid Rebellion as possible. So she and her droids run tirelessly over the battlefield, healing Rebels and Stormtroopers alike. Sometimes, it’s almost like she can feel where the hurt and dying are, who she can save and who she should just put out of their misery. She tells no one about these feelings. They scare her.
I want ugly, tense, violent battles. I want a Star Wars story that lives up to its title.