[Source: Wikipedia]
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This is a flash post.
I normally take several hours or even days to write and edit a caption.
But this is forming spontaneously.
Probably because the reserve of my patience is running out from my tank at an alarming pace and way faster than I love to admit.
Unfortunately, it is so long and my time is so limited today that you will need to follow its conclusion in the comments.
This photo was destined to accompany a very lengthy and heartfelt caption about "one of the worst days of Thrawn's life."
But I will eventually need to find something else for that post because I need this *now*.
And, I'm sure about it, this caption will seem completely unrelated to the Seventh Fleet logo depicted.
So, for not being totally cryptic here, I would just say that I'm pretty done with the rhetoric that "you cannot dismiss Thrawn as not a villain because he killed civilians."
[And, yes, my "not a villain" manifesto celebration IS scheduled for tomorrow, but whatever. I woke up badly, ok?]
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So imagine that your name is Parsh.
For the last 17 years, you worked for T'chah&Associated, a Coruscant-based food contactor that serves meals on Imperial installations.
You share your duties with a mix of droids and other human personnel, most of them greasy civilians from Mid and Outer rims.
Pretty decent people too, if you must say.
You started young -needed the money, you know?- but, at 33, you are now a sous-chef and fridge coordinator.
The job stinks sometimes -even literally- but pays well, and allows you to see more Galaxy than your brother Tash, who is still working as a caregiver in your hometown village on Daghee, would ever imagine.
You don't know exactly what this massive planet-like base is destined for, but you don't care much when you have 1.7 million army and navy souls to feed, and a quarter of a million starving civilians like you.
Yes, yes, you don't cook for them all, alright. But, you know. It's a lot of folks.
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Your name is Jeremiah.
You work as a supply officer in sub level A-42, together with 714 Imperials like yourself.
You enlisted at 17, just after high school. You truly didn't have the money for a civilian university, and the Empire was offering free and good education. And a stable job too.
The day you graduated, your dad was so proud that you saw him cry. Yes, a little. It was the first time in your life that you saw him tearing up, that massive man. A life spent as a metallurgy expert in a Corellian shipyard suddenly worthy to witness the Ensign rank tag on the tunic of an Imperial officer son.
And now you work on the DS-1 Orbital Battle Station, the most advanced base in the history of the Empire.
Not bad, right? Not bad at all.
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Following his Force-enhanced instincts, Luke, without second thoughts, remorse, or the blink of an eye, decided to disintegrate Parsh and Jeremiah into space dust.
Actually, he commented that succeeding in that specific shot was like to bulls-eye *womp rats* with his T-16 skyhopper on Tatooine.
He meant the dimension of the target, of course, but lovely analogy anyway, isn't it?
Your life.
Your brother's life.
Your son's life.
"Use the Force, Luke."
["Blow up all these people YAY"]
Is Luke a villain too?
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For the sake of clarity, I state again here that I hate the Empire. I do not and definitely will never consider the two sides as "equivalent." But the reality, even a fictional one, is a little more shaded than a duo-tonal "villains and heroes."
[Photo: card and hand sanitizer holders by @trickortrinkets]
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