7/2/25
andthepeople:
Luke Skywalker in the context of Andor is sooooo. Smiley, insane, overpowered teenager from the middle of fucking nowhere shows up at the eleventh hour. No credentials, no connections, no resumé. Just happened to somehow rescue Alderaanian Senator Leia Organa from the Death Star with an absolutely braindead gambit in which he just… pretended to be a stormtrooper, with a Wookiee in tow.
Then he gets in an X-wing for the first time ever, turns off the targeting computer, and blows up the greatest weapon the Empire has ever created with one fuckoff impossible shot.
Meanwhile, all these rebels who have spent years, their entire lives, existing in fear and deprivation and exile, painstakingly building this movement with their bare hands, paying in blood and sweat and tears, so far removed from the world of the Jedi that the knights and the Force are just stories now, to most of them – these brave, exhausted souls who know that no one person can stand against the Empire, that it takes community, it takes trust, it takes you and the guy standing next to you – find themselves watching essentially the rebirth of a mythological protector, in the form of a guy who’s probably not legally old enough to drink, who sulks like a teenager whenever notorious smuggler Han Solo doesn’t pay attention to him, who follows Biggs around like a puppy, who falls for literally every prank anyone ever plays on him.
And this idiot kid is the first person in a generation who can stand up to the Empire, all alone, and make a difference. How much must they hate him, and how much must they love him, and how much must they fear losing him.