Clone Wars and Prequel era

star wars prequels appreciation week » day six: favorite planet

Rare and hardly documented Star Wars: Episode II - Attack of the Clones fanart and concepts by Australian artist Craig Burt, which were once up on the now Jango-Fett.net website. First uploaded in December of 2002.

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Because it's one hell of a melting pot, that's for sure. But it has also been the Capital of the republic for a very long time. People have been there for generations after generations, living on top of each other's. So there would be a Coruscanti culture. But it's also very divided between the elite in the hight levels -very wealthy, very powerful- and the lower levels -very poor, very numerous and diverse. And it's a giganormous metropol which means that it's always changing, always evolving. And since it's the litteral Capital at the center of the Republic, it also most likely has access to the newest inventions and highest tech...

So what would its culture look like ? Would it be defined by contradictions too, like the rest of the planet ?

Maybe the music would be the form of art that unify it the most easily, with its easy way of propagation. Of course there would be lots and lots of different scenes (with various cultural influences, genres...) but it could have something that sounds distinctly "Coruscanti" just like it's easy to know when our music is from the US because this mainstream music sounds "American". Because of course coruscanti music would be wild spread through the republic too.

Fashion and clothes would have the same tendencies too. Very different clothes depending on how hight you are of course. And Coruscant wouldn't be as famous for its fashion trends as Naboo, obviously. But it could still have quite the influence (especially if we think some people copied the Jedi clothes to be trendy or what not, who says it would be the only style copied like that ?)

But what about the other art forms ? There would be an Elite art and a lower levels art ?

The elite art would be like every elite art around the world, very luxurious, good and bad tastes alike (just like I've already thought about with space Palissy and Cellini). I tend to think from what we saw in canon (especially with Thrawn's art collection in Rebels and Luthen's gallery in Andor) that the elite favor sculptures and other tridimensional arts more than pictural art. The only time where we saw pictural art having a major cultural importance was for the Mandalorians and their armor paint really, anyway.

And the Lower levels are completely submerged in urban life. I don't think sculptures would be the favorite medium here, especially with the restrictive spaces they live in, all piled up like that. So maybe graffiti and murals would be commonplace. It would definitely be a more "people art" if I can say it like that, something with a soul and value for the people making it, but without the intellectual, artistical research and such of the elite. Something not simpler necessarily but more organic, living with the people. Made of everything at hand, knick-knacks and such. Maybe holographic? But I don't know how that could be done. Yeah, graffiti for sure (there would be so much surfaces for that too). But I'm sure there would be other mediums too.

The Star Wars universe, fundamentally, intrinsically, does not act like anyone can use the Force given enough effort/willingness to be open it.

If that was all it took, just a determination to have the right mindset and learn, Palpatine would not have needed to target Force Sensitive children, in particular, and mark them out as threats against his reign. The Jedi would be taking in anyone who was willing to live the Jedi Path, not just individuals with a particular affinity for connecting to the energies of the universe that needed to be taught to manage that in a safe environment. There would be soooooo much, for lack of a better term, "cultural appropriation" with regards to Force practices, akin to casual yoga moms dabbling in its "spirituality" or Force lifting things for the health benefits.

You think the criminal underworld of the Star Wars universe would not be aaaaaaall over giving their every mook and low level grunt the ability to choke people out? You think there would not be so many more Dark Siders running around in the galaxy if the only barrier between a selfish greedy bastard and the ability to use the Force was a willingness and discipline to practice at it?

You could maybe, maybe, make an argument that the lack of widespread knowledge about the Force is the reason less people are able/willing to use it but that only works during the Dark Days when Palpatine has suppressed and genocided away almost all knowledge of the Force and its practioners. (Still doesn't completely work because common asshats like Motti still know enough to know that belief in the Force existed and was a thing in the past.) But the Republic has at least a thousand and in the EU several thousand years of history behind it, in which the Jedi have always been a constant presence that people have at least heard about, even if very few have actually met one. In ALL that time, you're telling me NO ONE figured out the Force Feats = Effort + Work + Willingness to do it (and sometimes natural talent) hack?!

Like. Even before George officially put it into canon that Force affinity has a physical, biological component, the entire expanded universe has acted, and continues to act, like the ability to connect to the Force is something you either have or you don't have. There is no going from Not Sensitive to Sensitive, no going from Can't Use The Force to Can Use The Force, unless you meet a minimum, measurable, tangible threshold.

And sorry, if Sabine had at all met that minimum threshold, someone would have known about it before the events of the Ahsoka show. It would not have taken 25 years and Ahsoka's super special magic discernment to figure it out. Conversely if she was so low level that she evaded detection all those years, then she was too low level to ever be able to touch the Force.

Don't think about when his general chatty mouthiness turns into sitting in the cockpit while Hera works under the dash, swiveling in Kanan's chair and talking about everything that crosses his mind. His hopes, Lothal, all the places in the galaxy he wants to go, his favorite food.

Don't think about Hera trying to pretend she's only half listening as if the panel wasn't rewired an hour ago. Don't think about her disassembling and reassembling and banging and cutting random pieces off the underside of the dash so that he won't be brought out of the trance by the stop of the noise and showers of sparks.

Don't think about the rush of memory and emotion in Kanan when Ezra draws his lightsaber high over his shoulder and sets his stance without being asked, much less taught to do so. He looks so much like Depa had been teaching him that Kanan briefly wonders if there was more to lineage than just succession.

Don't think about Kanan realizing that for the first time his apprentice feels open in the Force. He feels at peace, he feels lighter, he feels focused, and he looks like he got one of Caleb's afternoon lessons beamed into his brain by the Force itself. Don't think about the pride in Kanan's heart he's still not quite sure if he's supposed to show.

Don't think about the nights Kanan and Hera stayed up calling everyone they could think of, poring over imperial prison reports, holonews, and death announcements looking for Mira and Ephraim. Don't think about the conflicted emotions neither of them were willing to think, let alone say.

The first time Ezra called the Ghost “home,” Kanan nearly lost his composure.

When Ezra first reached out to Kanan through the Force during a mission gone wrong, Kanan felt a flicker of pure panic, not because of danger, but because he realized how much he couldn’t bear to lose him.

Kanan often catches himself using the same tone of voice his own master used, and it always makes him stop for a second, wondering if Depa would be proud of the way he’s raising Ezra.

Ezra, for all his mischief, always sits a little closer to Kanan after a hard mission, like being near him steadies the galaxy again.

After Malachor, Ezra started sleeping near Kanan’s door more often. He didn’t say why, and Kanan never asked. He just left the door open a little wider.