“Eirtaé,” Eirtama said. “Communications.” Everyone would be used to seeing her with a variety of tech in her hands. They wouldn’t think about what she was doing with it.
Panaka had found Rabene Tonsort on a list of dropouts from one of Naboo’s more prestigious schools. She was, according to her record, brilliant in a variety of media, from music to acting to sculpture. Her teachers praised her creativity and adaptability. Her classmates—she had few friends—enjoyed working with her, since she always seemed to deliver results. School administrators had thrown her out when it was discovered she’d been running a forgery ring out of the school’s basement.
nice healthy relationship with the home planet there, palps.
The really sad thing about this awful novel is that the author tries to turn Palpatine into a brainless hurr-durr destruction type of Sith. Palpatine was never about “complete destruction.” Anyone who’s taken a longer look than two seconds at his character knows that. He’s not a brute Sith like Nihilus, and in fact in Disney’s new-canon (false canon, tbh) Vader comics, he explicitly points out to Vader that he has no wish to rule over a galaxy of the dead, and he tells Vader to turn down the wanton destruction Vader has been causing.
In the true canon, the EU, he’s displeased over the destruction of Alderaan, he has an actual fondness for his home planet, and he’s a calculating, thinking, cunning evil son of a gun who wants to rule and turn the galaxy to his vision. He wants to become the galaxy’s god. Not destroy it.
Not what this stupidly written and boring novel would have you believe. It’s a betrayal of his character, once again, thanks to Disney’s Lucasfilm.
