gffa: EVERYTHING YOU WANTED TO KNOW ABOUT LUKE SKYWALKER’S SPEARFISHING:Illustrations from The
gffa: EVERYTHING YOU WANTED TO KNOW ABOUT LUKE SKYWALKER’S SPEARFISHING:Illustrations from The Art of The Last Jedi, The Last Jedi Visual DictionaryExcerpt from The Legends of Luke Skywalker by Ken Liu: “How…how am I supposed to do anything with this?” asked Seeker. His voice was charged with not just disbelief but also a kind of awe. It was easy to understand why. He held a thin long pole horizontally by its middle, and the pole stretched half a kilometer on each side of Coni-Co. The pole was so long that both ends vanished into the distance from his perch on the bird. He was like a wire walker in circuses still popular on some of the Core Worlds, except his balancing pole was absurdly long. “You’re supposed to fish,” said Aya. Both she and Seeker were balanced precariously on the backs of their wind-trusters, their legs wrapped tightly about the birds’ necks and their waists tethered to their mounts with thin safety lines made from rock crab silk. They were no longer sitting securely in their saddles. That was because Aya had just spent the past hour or so showing Seeker how to take apart the bamboo saddles piece by piece and connect the ends of the thin segmented poles to each other until they had assembled the kilometer-long fishing spears. Aya continued to explain. “Since there’s no wind in the Doldrums at all, the wind-trusters are terrified of flying too low, because if they fall into the water, they may never be able to gain enough speed to take off again. You can’t dive-fish here. Instead, you have to spear the fish you want from the back of a flying wind-truster with that pole.” “But I can’t even move with this thing!” said Seeker. “There’s no way I can fish with it.” “Watch me,” said Aya, and she gently nudged Tigo-Lee to veer away. She closed her eyes and slowed her breathing. For every ebb there’s a flow; for every flow there’s an ebb. The full moon must wane just as the new moon must wax. Happiness turns to sorrow; sorrow is reborn as hope. There is nothing constant but change in the Tide, and I am Change. The world at once faded away and leapt into focus. She was a node in the infinite web that connected the most distant stars still being born in the core of the galaxy to the smallest stirrings of hope in the innermost chamber of her heart. She was a luminous being, a vibrating string of infinite strength, as resilient as the sea, as beautiful as all Creation, as transcendent as all matter, forged in the heart of exploding stars and refined through eons of ever-turning cycles of life and death. Aya opened her eyes and let go of the pole with her right hand. Slowly, like the hand of an old mechanical clock, the spear dipped with her left hand as the fulcrum, pivoting from its horizontal resting position until it pointed down. She loosened the grip of her left hand, and the spear plunged, accelerating through the loose ring formed by her fist. Just before the spear would have fallen all the way through, her fingers tightened, and as Tigo-Lee suddenly folded her wings tightly about herself, Aya thrust the kilometer-long spear into the sea. With a loud scream, Tigo-Lee unfolded her wings and flapped them in an explosion of motion, propelling both herself and Aya up at a sharp angle. Aya cried out triumphantly as the tip of her bamboo spear left the sea. A bright golden glow thrashing at the end showed that she had caught an elusive golden marlin. It was at least five kilograms. “How…” Seeker’s voice faded away. “All right, let me try this.”Illustration from The Legends of Luke Skywalker, art by J.G. Jones -- source link
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