In last month’s blog, I began my examination of whether Luke, Leia, and friends actually had a plan to rescue Han from Jabba’s palace in Return of the Jedi or whether they made things up as they went along. That post ended after most of the major players arrived at the palace, Leia unfroze Han, and Leia became Jabba’s prisoner. This blog begins with the arrival of Luke Skywalker. Before continuing the discussion of the plan, let’s first review the events at Jabba’s palace occurring after his arrival.
The first act of Return of the Jedi featured Han Solo’s rescue by his friends from the clutches of the vile gangster Jabba the Hutt. Luke, Leia, Lando, Chewbacca, and the droids each arrived at Jabba’s palace either individually or in pairs. Not that Star Wars fans need a reminder, but eventually Leia freed Han from the carbonite. However, Jabba then threw Han in a dungeon and kept Leia by his side in her iconic outfit. Luke showed up and the rescue moved into its final stages. A question arises: was Han’s rescue a well executed plan or the result of improvisation by Luke, Leia, and the others? Although there isn’t a definitive answer, an analysis of the scene suggests Han’s rescue was the result of a well-executed plan with some improvisation thrown in. This two part blog post will analyze the steps of the rescue plan and evaluate how much went according to a plan, and what they left to improvisation.
Almost a year ago, I was at a convention and had to have my picture taken for a directory, which I resisted for 6 years. It could be put off no longer. A few of my buddies and I got in line and had a ton of fun trying to look professional. A week or so later, the picture came back and I was confronted with something that I had already known: I had let myself get way too big. Jabba big. Pergill big. I should be Han average, but it seemed that I had taken Malakili as my patron saint. Something had to be done about it.
That day, I jumped off the couch and went for a walk. I was incredibly pleased to be able to go an entire mile. That was the first step in a long journey of trying to live a little better each day. Over the past few months, I have been thinking of this as my D’Qar D’iet. Clever, right?