Roll out the red qashmel carpet—an upgrade from past questionable floor coverings—for the 5th Annual Lowie Awards, our gala named for a tall, kind-hearted beast not unlike Harry (of the Hendersons). We mark this quinquennial with a brand-new category alongside our usual slate of Star 'Wards, even eking out some worthy winners from the mid-aughties, a dry spell for the galaxy far, far away. Another Hapan landing!

Like a Nightsister blood trail, we finally trace the Legacy of the Force to its grisly end, a brutal beatdown full of... corny, Young Jedi Knights-era wisecracks?? Raspy Jokester Barm lends a hand in landing the Shatterpoint technique on the novel's fault lines, from Denning's unnecessary horniness to the dialogue-deficient duel to the death. Stains and all, it was a blast to close the book on another BattleSun Odyssey... er... Star Wars saga!

Flying by the seat of our Force-sensitive pants, we revel in one last Traviss title, kicking the conversational bolo-ball around with bounty-hunter-lovin' barve Ryan Davis. Hear us bounce between topics like harebrained holotoons, from Darth Caedus' imperial ineptitude to such deep-cut detours as The Bella Movie, as Cam prattles on about his semester in Prague until Mustafar freezes over. (Episode translated from Mando'a.)

Caedus is the reason for the season in Fury, ringing in our holidays with a wholesome family abduction! Like newly unwrapped crushgaunts, Eric Ambler helps tighten our grip on the story and even squeeze in memories of "crappy apartments cluttered with plastic instruments" circa X-mas 2007. This Allstonian spin on seasonal silliness will stick with us from now until Jesus's next birthday. Fury Twistmas to all, and a Celchu New Year!

We toss the tyrossum jawbone around with Nate Tapp, fanning the flames of discourse over this searing installment where Jacen's bridge-burning hits new highs and a mere Lowbacca cameo reminds us how much more fuel he could've added to the firestorm on Kashyyyk. We also drop scorching Stranger Things news and spark a smoldering sidebar about why "music songs" can't be explained by theory: they just ignite the soul!

Interrupting his Toydarian-takeout-in-the-bathtub ritual, we lure Alien Nation aficionado Jack Stovold to soak in the fifth Legacy of the Force book, courtesy of our favorite Karen. In Traviss' momentous middle chapter, a subtle feminist undercurrent bubbles to the surface amidst a galvanizing alloy of political intrigue and personal loss. As the stakes rise, some EU fan favorites take a heartbreaking fall...

Dusting off the ol' Canadian phone book, we drag Geoff Clarke out of exile for a Quick Bite™ of the latest wheel-spinning Legacy of the Force entry. Is it duracrud, or are we simply taking the piss, in the proud tradition of Uran Lavint and Blatta the Hutt? Either way, it all circles the drain from there, as we look up our own names on Wookieepedia and realize that Star Wars is ultimately just a world of competing magicians.

Dusting off the ol' Canadian phone book, we drag Geoff Clarke out of exile for a Quick Bite™ of the latest wheel-spinning Legacy of the Force entry. Is it duracrud, or are we simply taking the piss, in the proud tradition of Uran Lavint and Blatta the Hutt? Either way, it all circles the drain from there, as we look up our own names on Wookieepedia and realize that Star Wars is ultimately just a world of competing magicians.

Advancing past the Preliminary Judging of Muscles, crazy bugslut Barm strong-arms his way into this tempestuous episode to check in on what's happenin' with the Hapans. Is the third entry in the Renny-Harlinesque Legacy of the Force series a real flooger-bed of intrigue, or does it burst our dreambubble by juggling too many narrative wobble balls? Well, let's find out!