As fans of pop culture, my sister and I are always on top of the latest Marvel and Star Wars news and sometimes we like to conceptualize certain actors as certain characters or versions of our favorite characters that we’d like to see in the future. Such as Captain America with a beard. I had been waiting for the moment when our perfectly-shaven Cap would finally head into the rugged department with a beard and sure enough he finally got one in Avengers: Infinity War. I still remember seeing Cap with a beard for the first time in the teaser trailer. To say I was elated was an understatement.
So now, we’re taking our concepts to life in the form of my sister’s ever impressive art for this brand new series of mine, A Cool Concept.
Last week, there was news that Katee Sackhoff (the voice of Bo-Katan Kryze in both The Clone Wars and Star Wars: Rebels) would play Bo-Katan in live-action for the second season of The Mandalorian. So, naturally, my sister had to paint an idea of what that could look like. Here it is. Continue reading A Cool Concept: Bo-Katan and Ezra Bridger
Kijimi City was crawling with paranoid First Order troopers knocking down doors and harassing civilians on the streets after what had transpired earlier in the day. Zorii was keeping out of sight, sticking to the alleys and darting through their heavily patrolled jurisdictions as she made her way to Babu Frik.
She took a glance at the sky and noted the position of the sun peeking through the white cover of clouds overhead. It was nearly midday, from the looks of it. She cursed. Had she been unconscious for that long?
She peeked around a corner, making sure there were no troopers in sight, before running forward and vaulting over the two stairs that led into the alcove where the heavily frequented bar, Spice Runners’ Den, was located. When she entered the dark but vibrant establishment with its green and blue lights casting the space into a nightclub feel she felt, for the first time that day, safe.
The bar was expectedly crammed with individuals, some familiar and some new. There were a few nods in her direction or curious peers from those wondering who she was. An old friend, a dark Zabrak woman with long hair dyed a stark red color named Charn, spotted her from the other side of the bar and exclaimed loudly, “Hey sis!” as she held up a neon blue drink in salute.
Zorii held up her hand as way of greeting before making her way into the back of the bar where Babu’s workshop was located. A shifty-looking fellow with copper skin and tattoos painting his entire neck and parts of his face into a mess of colors and designs was leaving the workshop, a scowl twisting his face into a picture of contempt. He glanced at Zorii with particular disdain before stomping past her. She watched him disappear, her thoughts racing.
What was he so mad about? she thought to herself before entering the workshop. Continue reading Zorii Bliss: A Day in Kijimi: Chapter Eight