Review: Star Wars Rebels

Okay. So. If you are a fan of Star Wars and aren’t watching Star Wars Rebels, then you really need to get with the program and watch it. I know the animation style is a turn-off for a lot of people, but the storytelling is amazing. I never thought I’d see the day where I would love Star Wars so much, and I can say that I largely owe it to this TV show. Even if you don’t especially love Star Wars, you need to be watching this show.

Star Wars Rebels begins on the planet of Lothal, an outer rim planet where the Empire has taken over and built huge factories. Their occupation includes the seizure of private property, forcing citizens into poverty, and other general evil/bad Empire stuff. Many people are forced to work into the factories to survive, where it is implied that working conditions are not particularly great. The main character of the show is Ezra Bridger, a fourteen-year-old Force-sensitive boy, who falls in with a group of rebels. The rebels are led by Kanan Jarrus, a former Jedi Padawan who survived the Jedi purge. Kanan decides to take Ezra in and teach him the ways of the Force. The other main characters are no less interesting: Hera Syndulla, the merry band of rebels’ Twi’lek pilot, is sassy and in charge. Chopper (C1-10P) is Hera’s temperamental droid who is basically a psychotic version of R2D2. Garazeb Orrelios, or “Zeb,” as they call him, is a Lasat with a bad attitude, and he is the muscle of the group. Zeb is particularly unique, as his species was not introduced into the Star Wars canon until this show. Sabine Wren is a Mandalorian girl with a grudge against the Empire she won’t explain; all we know is that she used to be at the Imperial Academy. The main antagonists are Agent Kallus, an Imperial Security Bureau agent assigned to quashing the beginnings of a rebellion on Lothal, and the Grand Inquisitor, who works for Darth Vader by hunting down any trace of Jedi who may have survived the purge.

So what is it that makes Star Wars Rebels so great?

First of all, I think that it is visually beautiful. Even if the characters aren’t always the best designed (I’m thinking here about the Wookiees in the pilot episode), the backdrops are always spot on. The Imperial cruisers always look delightfully intimidating when they are on screen. The buildings are believable and have a certain weight to them that makes them feel real. I also love the design and layout of the Ghost. Even the characters have pretty good design—the animators do a good job of avoiding uncanny valley, which is crucial. I especially love Hera and Zeb’s designs. Ezra, as one of my friends pointed out, is basically 3D Aladdin, and well, she isn’t completely off the mark. But everyone else is cool and original.

Second, I love the characters. I love them all, but from the start my favorites have been Kanan and Zeb. I love that both of these characters have a significantly tragic history wherein they lost their entire people, more or less. For Kanan, he lost the entire Jedi Order, while the Empire committed horrific genocide on the Lasats, Zeb’s people. The show has great villains, too. I love Agent Kallus for so many reasons—he lives up to his name, that’s for sure. He is a great love-to-hate character all throughout seasons one and two. I will avoid any spoilers, but season three of Rebels has moved Kallus into the honored position of second favorite character (Zeb will always hold first place.) The Grand Inquisitor is especially great, too. Season three also introduces Grand Admiral Thrawn, the new canonized version of Thrawn from the Expanded Universe books. He’s so delightfully evil—I love to hate him, too.  The character development is always well done, even if they hold back a lot about certain characters’ histories—but it’s always for the sake of the overarching plot.

Third, I love how the show fits into the overall Star Wars meta-narrative. If you watched The Clone Wars, you’ll see some familiar faces pop up. There are all kinds of Easter eggs scattered throughout the show, if you know where to look for them. So if you love the vast expanse of Star Wars, you’ll probably love this show.

Fourth, I think that the show is surprisingly easy to get into, even for somebody whose basic knowledge of Star Wars is that you watched the original trilogy once or twice—maybe the prequels, too. Like I said, I went from being a “Meh, Star Wars is okay” person to an “I love Star Wars” person. I knew almost next to nothing about Star Wars going in, and loved the show. The characters are just that loveable.

It does have some issues, though. I often think that the half hour time slot is far too short. In certain episodes, the action is packed together too quickly and the storyline resolves just a little too fast for my taste. There are also a few episodes which feel extraneous, like annoying side quests. Fortunately, they always turn out to set up future episodes with important elements—so I guess I can’t complain too much. Plus, those side quest episodes always leave plenty of room for character development. Still, they annoy me. Also, if you have watched and loved The Clone Wars, then you may find that Rebels has a much, much more kid-friendly feel to it. I don’t mind kid-friendly shows—in fact, I like them a lot—but every now and then I want a little bit higher of a body count. (Does that make me a horrible person?) Really, though, those are the only flaws I can find with Star Wars Rebels. Except the Wookiees in the pilot episode. Seriously, guys. Those Wookiees are NOT well animated.

Since season three just ended, now is a great time to get caught up on the show so you will be ready for season four when it comes out. I went from being a Trekkie to a Star Wars fan just because of this show, so if you’re already a fan of Star Wars, I think you’ll like it, too.  Overall, I give it 4 stars.

Have you watched Star Wars Rebels? What do you think about it? Sound off in the comments! (Be sure to warn everyone if you have a spoiler in your comment.)


Star Wars Rebels Season 2 picture taken of my own personal copy of the DVD set, used for editorial/review purposes only.

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Flash Fiction Friday: Xanadu

“Ah, Commander. Such a surprise to see you!”

Commander Konrad stepped out of the bio-tube that connected the terradome to his ship. He raised his eyebrow at the mousy, agitated man who had come to welcome him.  “A surprise, Director Miles? The U.N. schedule these inspections months in advance.”

“Quite right. Welcome to Xanadu, Commander!”

Konrad frowned. “‘Xanadu?’”

“Oh, it’s what we like to call our stately terradome here.”

“Not ‘Ganymede Outpost IV’?”

Miles blinked, laughing nervously. “Does it matter what we’re called? Life on Ganymede has been good to us, Commander. Ganymede’s subterranean oceans actually can supply us with all the water we need for terra-forming. Ah, such good…good…water, once we’ve distilled out the salts—which are useful, admittedly.” His eyes widened. “But those are only a side benefit.”

“You’ll need to share your good fortune with the other Outposts. They’ve been unable to access potable water. Everything they’ve uncovered is so contaminated with cyanide—”

“They distill their water improperly,” Miles snapped, as if the other Outposts’ mistakes were an affront, “and the cyanogen in the atmosphere reacts with the water. We ran into the same problem at first. Many died.”

Furrowing his brow, Konrad looked askance at Miles. “Why haven’t you shared this information with them?”

“Share? Why would we share the Paradise? It belongs to him.” Miles’ eyes grew even wider, his pupils hugely dilated.

A chill shot up Konrad’s spine. “What on Earth are you talking about?”

Miles let out another nervous laugh. “Well…the distillation process can’t take the Paradise out of the water.”

“Paradise?”

“Yes, the Paradise. That which brings vision and clarity.” Miles grabbed at the air as if he were catching a butterfly. He held out empty hands. “Do you see it?”

Konrad stepped back. “Are you saying there’s a psychoactive substance in Ganymede’s ocean?”

“It belongs to him,” Miles said, moving forward. “He decides who has it and who does not.”

“Who is he?” Konrad slowly reached for the stunner on his hip.

“The Poet. The Prophet. The One who has drunk the Paradise Milk.”

“Paradise milk?”

“When fermented, the Paradise turns to milky white. Only the Poet, the Prophet, may drink of it.”

“Very interesting, Director.” Konrad backed slowly toward the bio-tube.

“Where are you going? Now you are here, the Poet, the Prophet, demands to see you.” Miles snatched Konrad’s arm.

Konrad pulled out his stunner and fired. The electrified cables hit Miles in the chest. Convulsing, he fell to the ground. Konrad turned, heart pounding, and ran for the entrance of the bio-tube. He stopped short. A dozen people in defaced Ganymede Outpost uniforms dashed in front of the bio-tube, their hands extended.

Beware, beware,” they called, their eyes as wide as Miles’ had been. “Beware, beware: his flashing eyes, his floating hair! The Poet! The Prophet! The One!”

Konrad grabbed for his comm and hit the ship’s channel. “Captain Taylor! The colonists—”

Miles clambered up from the ground and knocked the comm from Konrad’s hand. “You will bend to his will!” He hissed like a cat and sank his teeth into Konrad’s wrist.

Konrad yelled. In seconds, he was surrounded by the chanting colonists, each of them grabbing at him with clammy hands. He thrashed and struggled, screaming for Taylor and praying the comm was still open. One of the colonists landed a heavy fist on Konrad’s skull.

Everything went black for a moment—then Konrad’s eyelids fluttered open.

He had been bound and pulled deep into the terradome, to the place where Ganymede’s ice layer slowly crept over the dome, giving the impression he was inside a great cave. A momentary flash of distant sun lit up the ice like sparkling glass. Droning music like a dulcimer floated through the air. A shadow fell over Konrad’s face, cast by a wild-looking man with bright eyes.

Weave a circle round him thrice!” the colonists chanted. They began to revolve around the man at a feverish pace.

“I have drunk the Milk of Paradise, Commander Konrad,” the man said. “I am the Poet. The Prophet. The One.”

Konrad strained against the ropes that bound him. “When the United Nations find out about what’s happened here—”

“Once,” the Poet said.

“You will all be under arrest and taken back to Earth for psychological examination!”

“Twice.” The Poet pulled out a long sharp knife. It glistened like Ganymede’s ice. “Have you ever considered how much like a melon the human head is? Like a great honey-dew melon.”

“I demand you to—”

The colonists froze in place.

The Poet grinned, baring red-stained teeth “Thrice.”

Close your eyes with holy dread!” the colonists said with one voice.

Konrad squeezed his eyes shut, knowing what would come next.

But not why.


“Xanadu” copyright 2017 by A.L.S. Vossler.

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