That Star Wars Trailer

So, lots of people are talking about some new movie coming out later this year called Star Wars: The Force Awakens.  I saw the first teaser trailer and thought, “Meh, whatever.”  So there was a Millennium Falcon in it.  There were characters I’d never seen.  Big fat hairy deal.

Well, then came the second teaser trailer, almost two minutes long.  If you haven’t seen it, here it is.

My thoughts when I watched it? Oh look, a desert with an Imperial Star Destroyer crashed on the surface.  Ooh, it’s Luke speaking.  Oh, Darth Vader’s helmet.  R2D2! And definitely Luke! A woman receiving a light saber.  Oh wait, that was Luke’s, the one he lost! And he said someone has the power of the force?  His child? Then lots of action that looks pretty.  Rey and Finn, two of the new characters.  But then, then it happens.  Millennium Falcon.  The screen went dark.  And we hear it, “Chewie.” The picture comes into focus and there’s Chewbacca with Han Solo!  “We’re home,” he said.  That was what I was waiting to see!

So, it’ll be in 3D.  But while watching the trailer, I noticed how it wasn’t as shiny and pretty as episodes I, II, and III.  It was grittier, like episodes IV, V, and VI.  That’s a very good thing! The nostalgia I felt while watching this was great.  It’s got me looking forward to this so much.

Star Wars and I have an interesting history.  The original movie was in theatres the year I was born.  I saw the movies when I was in elementary school, though.  My cousin loved the movies, had all the toys, and I just watched them.  I didn’t become a big fan.  The late 80s saw me getting into Star Trek, and I was firmly in the Star Trek camp. Fast-forward to Episode I.  I saw it in the theatre when I was in university, and was somewhat unimpressed.  Episodes II and III didn’t impress me, either.  And when Disney got the rights to the movies, I was a bit worried.  But watching this trailer has me excited.  In fact, more excited than I’ve ever been for Star Wars.

I can’t wait!


The Palaeobotanist

We’re at the end of the week for the A to Z Challenge.  The letter P is up, and this is an entirely dialogue driven entry that is going to allow me to focus more on another story thread which has appeared.  Enjoy!

The Palaeobotanist


Southeast of the Cloud Tree

Seventeenth day, second month, second year after colonisation, Ariadne Era (2/17/02 AE)

John Thompson stood on a hill surrounded by a flat plain. To the northwest, he spotted the Cloud Tree, as everyone called it now. He thought it was an interesting name. It was probably the only tree in the world that had its own lenticular clouds. It was twenty kilometres away, but still stood prominently above everything on the plain. Next to him was Malika Said. He met her eyes, then looked down at the hill they were on.

“Malika, do you know what you’re standing on?” he asked.

“I’m guessing it’s more than just a hill,” she said.

“Of course. In fact, I’ve found several of these hills arranged in a roughly straight line to the southeast.” He pointed. “These hills rise from the plain about every fifteen to twenty-five kilometres. It’s kind of like a hotspot volcano. You have one big one at the leading edge, while each one trailing behind gets smaller and smaller. This is the biggest hill.”

“It has something to do with the Cloud Tree?”

“Absolutely. I did some digging here, and found the same material as the outer layer of the tree. The core of the trunk had decayed, so we know it’s soft. But look over there, to the west.”

She looked in the direction he indicated. Small rounded hills and a few longer ones. “Could those be an old Cloud Tree?”

“It’s the remains of one, yes. Somehow, it fell. There was a weakening of the base of the tree, which we are standing on right now. It appears that over time, the natural concrete weakens, and something like a strong storm could knock it down. But what I found interesting is that the ages of all of these hills are roughly every thirty thousand years.”

“So the trees live thirty thousand years, and somehow release a seed which drifts in the wind toward the northwest.”

John nodded. “It appears so. While the Cloud Trees are male, they may spontaneously change to a female at the end of their lives and send off a seed to grow another male tree.”

“Were they solitary?” asked Malika.

“Yes. Only one alive at a time. It’s imperative that we protect the tree.”

“Our opposition has lost his drive to use the wood, I’m happy to say,” she said and smiled.