“There is a wound that won’t heal at the centre of the galaxy. There is a darkness reaching like rust into everything around us. We let it grow and now it’s here. It’s here, and it’s not visiting anymore.”

ANDOR - Health, disease and the Empire

THIS ENTIRE SCENE WAS SO WELL DONE, the banality of the evil happening in this room, these are people that don’t feel cartoonishly evil, but instead the kind of people that just aren’t bothered by the knowledge of what they’re doing, that some of them are even fervent believers in the starving of people to get what they want, in the strip-mining them of everything of value on the planet, no matter how much of the landscape and the people they destroy. The dialogue of it all, “Security is an illusion. You want security? Call the Navy. Launch a regiment of troopers. We are healthcare providers. We treat sickness. We identify symptoms. We locate germs whether they arise from within or have come from the outside.”  Chilling. But also the use of the color in this scene, going from the more earthen tones of Cassian’s scenes on Ferrix or the brilliant greens and browns of Kenari or Aldhani, to this.  That it’s not just that it’s spotless and not a speck of dirt anywhere, but that it legitimately hurt my eyes just to look at it in some scenes.  The blinding whiteness of it, the coldness of that white, the sterility of that white, it was too bright, too impersonal, too soullness.  The brightness was turned up so hard that I almost had to look away from the screen because I felt like it was burning into my eyes. The entire room and every officer there is identical in uniform, half of them are looking down or away, rather than putting themselves potentially in the way of the lecture happening here, you can feel their fear to say anything.  There’s no debate happening, there’s nothing but cold white and gray and black, this is how the colors tell us that the Empire is empty of its soul. And it literally hurts to look at it.

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ANDOR + Texts From Last Night

Episode 10: One Way Out

ANDOR APPRECIATION WEEK 2023

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Day 3: Favorite Arc/Episode // Themes

Cassian and Kino’s shifting power at the start of the episode. Kino jumps to obey On Program and tries to drag Cassian into falling into line as well. And Cassian fights back, both physically and verbally, refusing to be put into position by Kino and arguing that tomorrow is when they need to break out. Affected by Cassian’s logic and conviction - by his power and lack of panic - Kino falls quiet and backs down. Cassian strides to the door and adopts the On Program stance. He reminds Kino to do the same. And Kino follows his lead.

Dedra offers Partagaz the datapad she’s read the ruined ship and pilot status from. She’s presenting proof that her idea worked. She’s giving Partagaz the cold hard data he’s been teaching her to provide. But Partagaz doesn’t take the datapad from her. Because Dedra’s word is now good enough for him. He doesn’t need to confirm what she’s said by checking the datapad. He knows that Dedra’s taken his advice, and will always back up her arguments, propositions and results with evidence. He trusts her. He likes her.

Partagaz also trusts Lonni. He accepts Lonni’s verbal suggestion as to how to proceed with the ruined ship. Lonni may struggle to hit his detention numbers, but Partagaz values Lonni’s contributions. Lonni responds by giving Partagaz’s back a lingering look of disgust.

The facility announcer in the command center is just a regular Imperial worker with a natural voice that's the opposite of formidable. The first shot of him is of his back, and when he turns around he's shown to be nondescript and forgettable.

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"An Unexpected Opportunity"

Here's my piece for the @forcefatalezine celebrating the women of Star Wars!

Losing a collection of intel handed directly to her by her boss was not the way Dedra Meero had planned to start her day.

North Pole AU.

remember when Cinta said her cover story could be "rich girl that run away from her family" ? and Vel replied to it with "that's cold. even for you." while looking sad and hurt? I think Vel might be Major Partagaz's daughter 👀

which would explain why he has (kind of) "soft spot" for Dedra, she's like the daughter he always wanted: loyal to the empire, efficient and obedient.

if my theory turns out to be true, then all of that parental/mentor relationship between Vel and Luthen - Dedra and Partagaz would make sense!!!

After the Andor seventh episode I can’t stop imagining how Partagaz and Yularen sit with cups of cafes and bagels somewhere after work and wash the bones of their smart foster children, who breaking all the rules. Well, like:

- Hey, what did your weird blue son do today? Because my diehard daughter Dedra dunked one more sexist in the dirt, I'm so proud of her🥺

The best oldies in the galaxy:>

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↳ Day Five - Underrated Characters

do y’all ever see a character and think that the writers must’ve taken a look inside the depths of ur brain because????? like oh wow they literally made this character with me specifically in mind? sometimes i think the andor team sat down and said "i think we should add in major partagaz for alice"

WiP bit: Late Bloomer

Ilyana gets dressed when everyone else has gone out. The party dress in gold and black that falls just above her knees in front and to her ankles in back. The shoes have something called 'kitten' heels and she can run in them if need be. She does her hair up with combs, and puts on the delicate Chandrilan glass and aurum jewelry. At the last moment she bokboks and puts on the detachable sleeves and beaded chiffon wrap. the cosmetics feel as odd on her skin as the clothing does on her body. The little bag - no pockets to be had on any of her new outfits - holds her credit stick, mini blaster, cosmetics, and a little bottle of perfume that she hadn't quite dared to put on. Being in uniforms from the age of fourteen made her uncomfortable, sticking out like a beacon.

Reclaiming her rented aircar, Ilyana set out to the Thousand Fountains district, nearly fainted at the parking charges, and walked to the Famous Roses Show Bar. Sure enough, there were ladies dancing in the windows, and a smiling Twilek all but herding her in the door and taking her money. Two drink minimum, the kitchen never closes, why not sit right here, poppet?

'Right here' turned out to be the stage, and the drink was a sweet and frozen thing with garnishes and a little paper umbrella. Cautiously looking around confirmed that, yes, the clientele was composed only of women. Some of them looking right at her as if she were a slice of blackout cake. The music started and a lady came strutting out on stage in boots to her thighs, a dress that didn't have enough bottom to reach the top of the boots, and also didn't have enough to keep her generous boobs contained. How did anyone dance in heels that high?Ilyana followed the others seated stage-side in tapping her credit stick on the receiver and sending credits to the dancer's account.

Ohbrightstars. The lady came over to dance right in front of her and Ilyana blushed. It wasn't indecent - she still had all of her scanty clothing on and-

No, she didn't.

Ilyana mentally smacked herself and remembered her manners.

The lady cooed and pinched her cheeks. "Oh, sugarbun, are you new to the team?"

In the next few minutes a crowd of dancing ladies plucked her from her seat and relocated her to an ornate couch, then all of then proceeded to dance on tables and even grind on her lap. If Ilyana blushed any more, her head would explode. Maybe this had not been the best idea, but they were all being so nice. She bought drinks for them, and was often placed in a lap when the lap she currently occupied had to perform. Likewise, a number of the clientele were looking at her as the Big Bad Howler looked at Little Masha. Even worse, Ilyana could recognize Captain Daala and Captain Sloane. An icy blonde was looking her over as if Ilyana was something she wanted to try on.

"It's late and I wanted to get my aircar and go find some dawnmeal-"

Six of the ladies bunched around her. "You have an aircar?"

And, "Don't worry, Poppet. We won't let the she-wolves get you."

"Er, yes. It's parked over at Guitta's-"

"Oh, the Hutt. Don't worry, she won't charge you a clipped credit."

"I know the perfect place. My sister's waiting tables at the Allisandre Grill-"

Honestly, maybe they ought to put dancing ladies in uniform because, bright stars, they plowed through everything like an ISD on full fire. True to their word, Ilyana was refunded her parking charge, and ten dancing ladies piled into the aircar. Noemi - a sweet-faced Alderaani gave her the directions and Giama got them the parking spot, while Maddein led a little parade of scantily-clad ladies and Ilyana into the grill, calling for a table in her sister's section. Ilyana checked her credit balance and tapped it on the receiver set in the table.

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The enforced socializing made Karyn wish that she was a junior officer again. Sit and sit until you ass was sore, stand around until your feet hurt, smile until your face was fit to fall off your-

A few times in one's life, one witnessed such doings that the inside of one's skull was utterly silent. This was one of them. Pyro had said she didn't have plans for the evening, and that was technically true, but it failed to explain how her weapons officer and freshly-minted senior lieutenant was seated in the midst of a line of showgirls. Karyn reached over and tugged at the hem of Thrawn's tunic, drawing him from a conversation with a glassy-eyed Siward Cass about Delayan Clone War-era art.

The silence was positively ringing and Karyn caught Cass and Tarkin (and Vanto) counting the ladies surrounding a pink-cheeked Pyrondi.

"I'm going to ask her for pointers," Vanto muttered.

"This explains a few things," Jashin Agral agreed.

"By the UCNJ, she's not breaking any rules or regulations," Thrawn cut to the heart of the matter. "We'll have a talk with her later. While she didn't lie, there was not a lot of truth in her words. Humans are so strange about sex."

The Allisandre Grill was drawing a crowd. Mostly men. Mostly flag rank or connected. All of them homing in on the windowside table. Karyn picked up the pace, altering course, going to rescue her weapons officer before a talking-to that would blister ears. Of all the numbskulled capers-

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The caf was freshly roasted and the pancakes were delicious; on the whole breakfast was solid as the decks of the Chimaera. The ladies were a flight of chattering tropical birds in colorful feathers, and Ilyana just listened for her name and got her cheeks pinched a lot. From time to time, rankers would come up to the window, stare, and then leave. As long as they were not in the restaurant, Ilyana did not have to come to attention.

"Ah. Senior Lieutenant Pyrondi." That voice, despite not being Navy, had her at attention as if there was a cable to the top of her head. "Delightful evening."

"Yes, Colonel Yularen, sir!"

Major Partagaz heeled his superior officer, and fixed her with a look that made cadets and midshipmen shake in their boots. Both men looked over the women at the table for long, voiceless moments.

"As you were, Lieutenant Pyrondi." The old wolf had a reputation as one with a high rate of return for the ladies. "Carry on."

"Sir." Ilyana resumed her seat after coming to attention for Major Partagaz, who had been Professor Partagaz not too long ago."

"Indeed, do carry on, Lieutenant Pyrondi," the major echoed before following Yularen. "Goodness, Wullf. She was always one of the quiet ones-"

Wandor Wednesday Wars #3 - Round One

STARING CONTEST - WHO WOULD WIN?

It's simple: whoever blinks, laughs, or looks away first is the loser. Who's not the loser?

S1 Episode 4

Partagaz: Storage issues with the displaced? Lagret: Ongoing. Partagaz: As is your unfinished memorandum of recommendations regarding the problem. Lagret: My staff is awaiting an assessment from Arvala-Six's ministerial director. Partagaz: Because they've done such an excellent job so far, hmm? Lagret: [silence] ........... Partagaz: We are health care providers. We treat sickness. We identify symptoms. We locate germs, whether they arise from within or have come from the outside. The longer we wait to identify a disorder, the harder it is to treat the disease. Do you understand my meaning Lagret? Lagret: Yes, sir. Partagaz: Don't trouble yourself writing the memorandum. I'll reassign it.

Partagaz has lost patience with Lagret because Lagret isn't able to write a brief, easy to read message with a solution to a problem. Which is because the ministerial director doesn't consider undertaking an assessment on displaced people a priority.

Which is the problem.

Partagaz tries - and fails - to get Lagret to understand this. The longer they wait to identify the disorder (what to do with the displaced on Arvala-Six) the harder it is to treat the disease (open anger, collective anger, violence, anti-Imperial activity, open rebellion).

Lagret hasn't got a clue as to Partagaz's meaning. And Partagaz knows it.

What really pisses Partagaz off is that this isn't a freshly hired Supervisor who's unable, or unwilling, to put pressure on an official in order to get the work done - this is his second in command. An ISB Captain.

I'm speculating that Lagret would take over if Partagaz suddenly dropped dead (RIP) and someone had to take over. Lagret is the only one with four tiles. Lagret could muddle through a standard status update meeting, but he's not cut out to take Partagaz's place. Partagaz wouldn't have recommended him for promotion. It would make sense for Partagaz's replacement to be an outside hire. If an existing Supervisor was promoted to Major, they wouldn't get the respect and obedience of their former peers by jumping a rank. They'd get resentment, sucking up, and constant attacks.