I hope they do a 2nd season which focuses on Jod with flashbacks from Order 66. Yes we have had alot throughout Star Wars but would be interesting to see who his Master was, his experiences after just trying to survive and how he cloaked his force sensitiveness during the Empire Era.

I really do feel he only became who he did due to his experiences as he did also show minor traits of Jedi teachings as an adult when with the kids. He betrayed them for Greed as that is how he survived but gave up upon seeing the Republic ships and knowing his game was over. He never wanted to harm anyone which I believe is true and shows what that Jedi Master saw in him all those years ago is still present.

For me I would like to see him interact with Ezra as they are polar opposites. Ezra was force sensitive during the Galactic Republic and took Kanan a former Padawan to see the bigger picture. His actions and sacrifice started the domino effect that crumbled the Empire. There Outlook of life is also opposites too which is why I think it would be good for them to cross paths.

For me it would be interesting especially as Ahsoka and Sabine are trapped in the unknown Galaxy like At-Attin and would need a Crew to get there and beat Baylan to the Power of the Mortis God's. Would be a perfect way to also get Zeb back into the fold too, and to teach Jod the Jedi failed as they stopped doing what they were meant to.

Ezra/Kanan is what the Jedi should have been which is that having attachments but balanced and using the teachings to better others and be the protectors of the weak is what the Jedi should have always been about. There entwined role with Senate/Politics is why the Sith nearly drove them to extinction.

I hope if there is a 2nd season the Skeleton Crew is the reformation of Ghost Crew with Jod joining with a few others. Be interesting and could be interlinked with Ashoka S2 so easily too.

Just an Idea though.

Wim - Ahsoka Tahno and/or Ezra Bridger. Hopefully, Wim would be Force-capable by the time he meets one of them. I imagine Wim would connect with and idolize Ezra more, with Ezra teaching Wim some mischievous Force tricks. Yes, I know Ezra is not as young and hotheaded as he was during Rebels, but men never truly mature, right 😛? Meanwhile, Ahsoka would be more of a "serious mother", and teach Wim more important Force lessons.

Fern - Hera Syndulla and/or Sabine Wren. They're the ones Fern is most likely to gravitate towards. Hera being a pilot and general, and Sabine having a tendency to "act first and think later".

Neel - I would love for Neel to meet Din Djarin. As a Mandalorian, "weapons are his religion", and Neel's "religion" is peace and pacifism. I would love to see how these two creeds meet and interact, and it would be a great opportunity for Neel to become more knowledgable with weapons, and become more balanced between his pacifist ways and needing to fight when necessary.

KB - Huyang. Probably wouldn't really be a role model, but I would love for KB to learn how to craft lightsabers, and later teach Wim how to craft his own lightsaber.

I just started watching this show and in episode 3, I'm fairly certain the scene where they're on their way to meet a particularly helpful owl-like character and she's on the radio with someone is a homage to Bioshock. The music, the two people on radios, the pacing of the scene, even the blue screens seems to match up really well with the scene right before the player enters Rapture. Did anyone else notice that?

Wim - 1:41:57

Fern - 1:24:57

Jod Na Nawood - 1:17:05

KB - 1:15:38

Neel - 1:13:50

SM-33 - 33:06

Wendle - 17:36

Fara - 13:45

Hayna - 10:01

Brutus - 7:33

Gunter - 5:34

Vane - 4:32

The Screen Time Holocron

Jude Law looks kind of like Rutger Hauer, from Blade Runner. I love that. At least he does in this show. Also, at least for the first two and a half episode, I thought he'd be a good dude 🫣 bc I'm dumb. And I loved his character then most of all lol. So, basically I was really liking the concept that he was kind of a wandering Jedi that just goes with the flow and is like Qui Gon (he even quotes him) and trusts the force. Idk I thought that would be cool. He was incredible anyway, the acting and the character.

In episode 5 when Jod is talking to Wim about attachments he directly quotes Qui-Gon saying that "your focus determines your reality". I'm guessing his Jedi Master may have known Qui-Gon and picked up the saying from him. Or it's just a common Jedi mantra who knows. Either way it goes to show just how little Jod actually understands from his Jedi teachings because he's basically just quoting the dogma while completely misinterpreting what it means.

And then in episode 6 Wim says that the trash crabs must be intelligent since they can vocalize. This strikes me as a direct callback to Qui-Gon saying "the ability to speak does not make you intelligent" in regards to Jar Jar. I'm guessing this means that the crabs aren't really sentient and are just obeying what the big one signals them to do.

Anyways it's clear someone working on this show is a big Qui-Gon fan and I'm all for it!

...did those kids just try to shoot down the X-Wings they were told (by a very friendly owl person) were coming to rescue them? I'm loving the show btw. It's incredible in so many ways. I get it's star wars and spaceship fights are part of the deal usually, but it was weird the kids were gonna kill the X-Wings that had people presumably only trying to help in them. Oh well 🤷

It is one of my favorite ships. So it would be cool to know more details about it.

captain silvo. Obviously a reference to John silver. Treasure island. SM 33 like smee from Peter pan. Were there anymore I missed?

More specifically I mean the part where the supervisor droid get stabbed in the eye and instantly dies, like wouldn't you put even some redundancy into it? Also the part about the planet which is supposed to be a mint being more or less completly defenseless against anything. I understand that the shield is like insane and nobody should get through it but why tf does the planet have like one hyper laser cannon and that things looks old af and isn't even droid automated. I guess I'm just to annoyed by this part of the series. Otherwise it was amazing tho.
Must be me overracting here but also why are there no armed droids for the sake of redundancy?

https://youtu.be/h8Wd8ct2cP8?feature=shared

This was a fun interview with several new insights. Of the top of my head :

1 The Female Jedi deleted wasn't Jods master but was supposed to be part of a message supervisor received abt order 66

2. They toyed with idea of making Jod more fake-y, including even magnetic bracelets. It would lead to kids stealing away the bracelets only to discover he actually had force. They became aware of fake jedi storyline in kenobi and ended up making things simpler.

3. Jude added the bit abt Jod "living in hole" back when Jedi discovered him....it kinda mirrors Luke's origins.

And it also was his idea to make Jod say as little lie as possible- he is just skipping few details- in a "from a certain point of view" kinda way.

4. Tak Rennod was garbled up as they wanted an equivalent of "old burnt barely legible message" trope of treasure hunt stories.

Kneeling

Yeah I'll see myself out.

My theory is that the New Republic ship thru attack had just offloaded its credits and Brutus knew this and conveniently left that info out when they were planning the heist.

Because that whole situation works out suspiciously well for him. He's instantly ready to turn on Jod the second the empty vault is opened. And of course he's probably wanted the captain's chair for a long time and decided to create an opportunity when it wouldn't manifest itself.

Also it's worth noting that the Ishi Tib pirate who Jod speaks to in episode 3 says something about how Brutus isn't very well-liked as captain. Which also supports this since sabotaging Jod and being the one responsible for the mutiny against him was basically the only way he was ever going to become captain since the crew would never elect him as their leader otherwise.

episode 7

- 7minutes and 50 seconds in
Brutus says 'get on with it'

it sounds 1:1 in tone and temperament and growling voice like the classic warcraft 3 orC sound file
that also goes 'get on with it' everytime you click him.

Yeah he's a pirate Jedi but that's all he's going for The Cast of Characters were better can't wait to see him locked up in a New Republic Prison hopefully with better Security.

Personally, I wasn't too impressed. I guess 80s kids in here won't like hearing me say this. I'm a 90s kid myself, but I never heard of Goonies, except when TMNT 2012 inserted a Goonies reference quote for Sean Astin's Raphael. Of course, that did not make me want to watch the movie.

Yeah, Mikey's reason for wanting to go on one last adventure makes me sympathize with the group, but in my honest opinion, it just didn't hit the same as Skeleton Crew. For example, people compare KB to Data, but honestly, he was mostly comic relief that made 2-3 saves for the group, and wasn't really that likeable. KB was way more likeable, contributed way more to the group from the very beginning, and seeing her backstory just sealed the deal for me.

As far as comparisons and references go, to me, they seemed few and far in between. One kid looking for an adventure and sort of drags three others with him, ok. Along the way, they gain a "babysitter", whether they like it or not. They eventually find a lair filled with treasures, whatever. And the slide scene was the only one that seemed directly taken from Goonies.

That's about all I can think of. Skeleton Crew was probably more like Treasure Island, although I never watched any version of that movie either. As far as 80s movies about "kids going on an adventure" goes, my personal favorite was "The Wizard". A movie that served as promotion for NES games, but I loved the story about a boy running away from home and taking his little brother with him, because he refused to believe that his little brother was mentally challenged, and meeting a wandering girl who notices how good the little brother is at learning video games, and encourages them to enter a video game competition on the other side of the country. It was a great movie with funny moments as well as emotional moments, that made me love all the characters. I, personally, did not get that from Goonies. Still, it was cool to see Sean Astin and Josh Brolin so young. Especially Josh, I only ever saw him as an "old" man LOL.

LFG! Need a season two!

My three year old asked week after week to watch this with us!

And as 80s kids, her Dad and I had all the feels from this show as we did from OG StarWars.

Seriously sad at the lack of press/acclaim/following this show is getting. Like a blip that didn't even happen.

Maybe you like some ideas what might happen to the Skeleton Crew before a (hopefully) second season starts. (Fanfiction, hope the translation is not too bad)

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Chapter 1

“Fire! Fire!”
“Use your trunk to kill the fire, Neel!” screamed Fern, her voice high-pitched with less panic but more amusement.

“I am not a fire extinguisher, Fern!” Neel shot back, his Myykian trunk twitching indignantly as he flapped a hand at the smoke rising from the pan.

The cozy kitchen buzzed with laughter, not just from Fern and Neel, but also from KB and Wim, their mismatched aprons splattered with evidence of culinary chaos. The faint crackle of something far beyond "slightly overcooked" mixed with the tantalizing aroma of garlic, onions, and spices—though the sharp undertone of charred food wasn’t exactly appetizing.

The four kids from At Attin had taken to kitchen experiments ever since the household droids had been mostly deactivated. With their supervisor shut down – killed - by Jod Na Nawood, the children celebrated their freedom not following assessments. Of course, with this new freedom came a lot of trial and error, and today’s attempt at a meal was proving no different.

“Uh… is smoke supposed to be part of the recipe?” KB teased, pausing to clean her visor, which was now streaked with smudges of flour and grease.

“It’s not smoke; it’s flavor!” Wim countered, grinning as he prodded at the blackened edges of a skillet filled with what might once have been vegetables. His tousled hair and a streak of sauce across his cheek gave him the air of someone fully committed to the chaos.

“It doesn’t look too bad,” Neel said, ever the optimist, holding a wooden spoon in a half-hearted attempt to stir what is left and not fully burnt.

“Boys, I think it’s supposed to be golden brown, not charcoal brown,” Fern remarked dryly, brushing a strand of her hair out of her face as she peered into the pan.

“This reminds me of that cake Tak’s concubine baked for Tak’s birthday,” SM-33 chimed in from the corner, his voice full of sarcasm. Snowball looked out of the droid’s eye — maybe longing for a taste of cake or at least a better-smelling kitchen.

“We call this artistic license!” Wim announced dramatically, attempting to flip a pancake with flair. The result was predictable: it landed half in and half out of the pan. The group erupted into laughter, Fern clutching her stomach as Wim made an exaggerated show of trying to salvage the mess.

The kitchen was a disaster zone. A stack of unwashed dishes teetered precariously in the sink, flour dusted nearly every available surface, and the smell of burnt bread mingled with the sharp tang of overcooked spices. Yet none of them cared. Between the teasing, the inside jokes, and the occasional frantic effort to prevent a full-on fire, the chaos felt more like a celebration than a failure.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Wim asked, his signature smirk widening as he gestured toward the slightly smoking pan.

“Well,” KB said, tilting her head as she adjusted her visor, “either we’re about to have this as our dinner here… or we’re heading back to Port Borgo for fried food.”

The mere mention of Port Borgo and its fried lobster-sized bugs sent the group into another round of laughter. Even SM-33’s sarcastic laugh echoed through the kitchen, louder than the kids themselves.

Burnt edges or not, it didn’t matter. The meal wasn’t just food; it was a shared moment of joy, a reminder of their freedom, and proof that sometimes, the best memories come from a little bit of chaos.

The laughter in the kitchen had just started to fade when KB tilted her head and turned to Wim. Her visor, still smudged but raised just enough to reveal her inquisitive eyes, reflected the dim kitchen lights.

“What’s on your mind, Wim?” she asked, her tone light but curious.

Wim hesitated, poking absentmindedly at the burnt pancake with a fork. “I don’t know. I just… I had the feeling we’ve been observed,” he said finally, his voice low enough that it sobered the atmosphere.

Fern, who had been tossing a rag onto the cluttered counter, froze mid-motion. “Observed? By whom? Jod? Do you think he’s still around?”

“I don’t know,” Wim admitted, glancing at the small, grease-smeared window above the sink. “But it feels like eyes are on us. Watching. Waiting.”

Before anyone could respond, the door to the kitchen creaked open. Every head snapped toward it as Fern’s mom, Fara, stepped in. Her face was calm, but her hands clutched an old, worn knapsack that looked like it had seen more adventures than anyone in the room combined. The faded fabric was torn in places, with scuff marks that gave it the air of a relic dragged through a war zone.

“Mom?” Fern began, but her voice faltered when she noticed the figure stepping in behind her.

The woman who followed was tall and lean, her purple-gray skin shimmering faintly under the warm kitchen light. The dark, tattoo-like markings across her face shifted as she smiled, but there was nothing comforting about that smile—it was sharp, predatory, and hinted at secrets better left undiscovered. Her presence alone shifted the room’s mood from chaotic fun to silent tension.

“Pokkit!” Fern exclaimed, her voice rising with a mix of surprise and anger.

The Umbranian woman leaned lazily against the doorframe, her sharp, feline eyes scanning the room as though she were evaluating every person, every object, and every possible exit. “No hard feelings?” she asked, her tone light, mocking, and completely unapologetic.

“What do you want here?” Fern demanded, stepping forward as though to shield her mother. “Your pirate friends are gone. You’ve got nothing left here.”

Pokkit smirked, her sharp teeth flashing in the dim light. “First of all, they weren’t friends. They were clients. Big difference, kid. And second—and far more important—there’s still a bounty for someone’s head.”

“Someone?” Fern repeated, her voice sharp with suspicion, though a flicker of worry crossed her face.

“Oh, don’t play stupid,” Pokkit said, her smile widening just enough to make everyone uneasy. “You know exactly who I mean.”

The room fell silent and Wim froze, the fork slipping from his fingers and clattering onto the counter. “Jod,” he said quietly, barely above a whisper.

Pokkit gave a slow, deliberate nod, the glimmer of amusement never quite leaving her eyes.

The tension in the room thickened like the lingering smoke from their cooking mishap. Then Pokkit shrugged, her tone shifting to one of casual indifference. “But let’s be honest. I’m not hunting him—or even you. If I were, you’d know it by now.”

“Then why are you here?” Fern pressed, her posture tense and her voice edged with defiance.

“I’m here on behalf of the Bounty Hunter Guild,” Pokkit replied smoothly, folding her arms across her chest. “They sent me to check whether this little planet of yours is still worth doing business in, or if the New Republic has ruined everything already.”

“Politics?” Fern asked, her words laced with disdain.

“Exactly,” Pokkit said with a grin that didn’t reach her eyes. She tilted her head toward Fara. “That’s why I had a chat with your mom here. As secretary of this lovely planet, she’s agreed to show me around. Aren’t you, Fara?”

Fara nodded stiffly, her expression neutral but her grip tightening on the knapsack.

Wim stared at Pokkit, his mind racing. This wasn’t the first time the Umbranian had crossed their path. She’d warned them—warned all of them—about Dash Zentin, Captain Silvo, Jod Na Nawood, Crimson Jack, Professor Umiam Gorelox, Jodwick Zank, or whatever name he used. She’d told them to stay far away but they hadn’t listened.

“Why did you warn us back then?” Wim asked suddenly, his voice sharper than he’d intended.

Pokkit’s smirk faded slightly, her expression hardening as her gaze fixed on him. “Because I knew what he was capable of. And I also knew you lot were too stubborn to see the danger until it was too late.”

For a moment, silence hung in the air, broken only by the faint hiss of something still cooking—or burning—on the stove.

“I don’t trust you,” Fern said finally, stepping closer to her mother.

“Good,” Pokkit replied with a smirk, turning toward the door. “You shouldn’t.” She paused, glancing over her shoulder at Wim. “But trust me on this: if Jod is still around, you’re going to wish I was the only one watching you.”

Wim’s thoughts swirled. Jod. Charming, unpredictable Jod. Without him, they’d still be stuck in that brig—or worse, dealing with Brutus’s infamous temper. Brutus was dead thanks to Jod but also due to their own actions. Their first plan to escape the pirates failed. Like the second. Because of Jod who was greedy, charismatic, and somehow always one step ahead. Alone and forgotten by the light side… or?

A sudden metallic clang interrupted Wim’s thought. SM-33 had leaned forward to reach Pokkit but his droid arm clumsily catching on the strap of Fara’s knapsack. With a loud tear, the strap gave way, and the bag spilled part of its contents onto the floor.

“SM-33!” Fern exclaimed, crouching to pick up the mess. But her hand froze mid-reach as a rolled-up piece of old paper tumbled free, its edges yellowed and frayed.

“What is it, Mom?” Fern asked, her voice curious but cautious.

Fara hesitated, her eyes softening as she picked up the paper. “It’s… your dad’s old knapsack. He always carried it on his adventures as a kid annoying the droids. This was with him the day the security droids found him, after he’d gone missing for nearly a day. He was just a boy, no older than you all are now.”

“What happened?” KB asked, leaning closer.

Fara sighed, the weight of old memories pressing into her voice. “He couldn’t remember much. He just said he’d been to visit Mrs. Ikk.”

“Mrs. Ikk?” Wim asked, his brow furrowing. “Our Ithorian neighbor?”

Fara nodded, rolling the paper open. “Yes, but I never understood why. He never went back, and he wouldn’t talk about it again. Whatever happened, it scared him enough that he left this knapsack behind for good. He learned to follow orders.”

The room fell silent again, only Snowball has taken the opportunity to chew some food happily.

“Why would Mrs. Ikk have anything to do with this?” Fern murmured, her eyes darting to Wim, who was already stepping closer to study the faded markings on the page.

“Maybe it’s time we found out,” Wim said quietly, his jaw tightening with determination.

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