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:: An ongoing episodic story of fan-fic set after Episode VI Return of the Jedi, and inspired by George Lucas' historical draft concepts ::
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| February 2026 |
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Writer-Director of Hunt for Ben Solo speaks !
28th February 2026 |
Further tidbits have surfaced regarding the unprogressed movie concept, The Hunt for Ben Solo.
In mid February, Writer-Director Steven Soderbergh revealed the following insights :
"We were all frustrated. You know, that was two and a half years of free work for me and Adam Driver and Rebecca Blunt. When Adam and I discussed him talking about it publicly [in the autumn of 2025], I said, “Look, do not editorialize or speculate about the why. Just say what happened, because all we know is what happened.” The stated reason was “We don’t think Ben Solo could be alive.” And that was all we were told. And so there’s nothing to do about it, you know, except move on. I’d kind of made the movie in my head, and just felt bad that nobody else was going to get to see it. I thought the conversation was strictly going to be a practical one—where they go, what is this going to cost? And I had a really good answer for that. But it never even got to that point. It’s insane. We’re all very disappointed."
Fan news site SWNN then went on to clarify the current political situation in both production houses : "As part of her exit interviews with various Hollywood trades, Kathleen Kennedy hinted at the possibility that The Hunt For Ben Solo could still be greenlit under the new regimes at Lucasfilm and Disney, but the decision was no longer up to her as she is no longer in charge of Lucasfilm."
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| As I did with the progression of the Virtual Edition Episode X, I will post below sections of the prose for Episode XI as I draft it.... here, following on from the previous month's drafting, the children, Gana and Corsa Solo and Benji Skywalker, need to escape the Imperial Star Destroyer....!
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“We’ve got company !” whispered Gana.
“We’ve done all we can here,” answered Benji, his voice low. “Let’s slip past them out to those storage boxes against the far wall.” He pointed towards his target.
His cousins nodded, and they disappeared in a blur. The Force propelled them past the droids and the deck-hands, and across the hangar bay to a stack of storage bins.
The children re-appeared panting and crouched down behind the containers. They reviewed the hangar : the transport was the only ship present in a relatively small landing bay. Several doors of varying sizes ranged across the three walls, allowing for pedestrian access as well as workshops. The fourth wall framed the main entry point to the central docking access, and many other similar hangar bays could be seen far beyond the open space.
“What now ?” whispered Corsa, turning to Benji.
“Now we’ve got to get out of here..."
“Well that was neat ! Couldn’t we make some more damage elsewhere on this ship ?!” Gana proposed with a grin.
Benji couldn’t help respond with a matching grin, while Corsa rolled her eyes.
From across the hangar bay came the sound of surprise and consternation. The deck-hands had discovered the inexplicable damage on the starfighter.
“Time for us to leave...” whispered Corsa.
“Ye-yeah,” agreed her brother, stammering with anxiety.
“We need to get to that door before anyone sees us !” urged Benji, pointing to a conventional door not too far away.
The young boy reached out with his hand, and the door slid open. Another blur, and the three children had disappeared from the storage containers. The door slid closed.
The corridor on the other side of the hangar was empty and the children took the opportunity to pause. The ubiquitous architecture was the familiar dark grey rectangular box punctuated by white pill-shaped vertical lighting sections. The polised metal decking and walls shone.
“We need to find a long-range ship that can get us back home,” announced Benji, and his cousins nodded. Gana was astute enough to realise that they alone wouldn’t be able to inflict much damage on a Star Destroyer.
“Well, we’re on the hangar bay ring, so we ought to be able to sneak around the next couple of bays and find something,” reasoned Corsa.
Gana glanced up and down the corridor. It was a split choice for anyone else, but for a Jedi who had the Force as his ally, it was an informed gamble. After a short moment he pointed to their right.
“That way,” he declared. “There are shuttles that way.”
Corsa also looked around and up, and spotted security cameras at each end of the corridor next to the bulkhead doors.
“They’re gonna see us...” she warned.
“So we’re going to have to be quick about this,” answered Benji grimly. “Gana, lead the way !”
The children jogged away to the right, and, as the next door slid open, made their way into the adjoining corridor.
Service droids, carrying out their duties, trundled by on wheels or legs, and paid them no heed. However, as they approached an open doorway to an adjacent hangar, they were met by uniformed technicians and deck personnel coming the other way who were rightly puzzled to see three children running along the corridor. The children slowed to a walk.
“Hey ! You three ! Stop !” called out the subaltern supervisor who accompanied the personnel
The children came to a halt, and turned to the deck officer. Wide-eyed and exuding innocence, they looked up at the man. Sandy-coloured hair, matching his moustache, could be seen from under his cap.
“Who are you ? What are you doing here ?”
Gana raised his right hand and splayed his right fingers.
“We are the captain’s children,” he explained. “Just exploring his fine ship...”
The officer creased his brow.
“That doesn’t make any sense ! I believe the captain has only one child, and they wouldn’t be allowed on board anyway whilst the ship is in green mode.”
The officer pulled a comlink from his belt with one hand and gestured to the children with the other.
“Wait there,” he instructed.
“Uh, you don’t need to speak with anyone,” urged Corsa, waving her hand low.
The officer frowned again.
“What are you talking about ?! You don’t give orders here, little one !”
He raised the comlink to his mouth, thumbing it active as he did so.
“Deck Officer Five-Oh-Three, calling Hangar Control...”
Benji took a step forward and, left hand low, flicked his fingers, while gesturing wide with his right hand.
The comlink dropped to the floor, and a dull boom sounded off to the right.
His cousins, the officer, and the technicians all looked away towards the noise.
“What was that ?” demanded one technician, anxiety in his voice.
The officer was flustered bending down to retrieve the fallen comlink and trying to discern the cause of the commotion.
“I... I don’t know,” he answered.
“We’ll stay here,” suggested Benji, “whilst you go and check it out...”
The officer’s face was clearly puzzled and conflicted. He nodded.
“Yes, good idea, you three stay here, we’ll check that out... You five,” he gestured to the technicians nearby, “Come with me !”
The six personnel moved away towards the source of the sound. The remaining technicians watched them leave, eager to know the cause.
“Let’s move on,” whispered Benji to the others. “Into this hangar... slowly though...”
The children sidled through the open doorway and into the adjoining hangar. They pressed themselves against the white metal ribs of the wall, and followed the edge towards another access door. Storage boxes and canisters provided some meagre cover. In the centre of the hangar were TIE fighters of various designs with suspended catwalks allowing for pilot access. Technicians were milling around them, pre-occupied by various tasks ranging from re-fuelling to diagnostic checks to superficial repairs. A group of pilots were off to one side undergoing a pre-flight briefing with an officer.
The youngsters had barely made it halfway along the wall, when another deck officer spotted them and called out.
“Uh oh,” muttered Gana. “This isn’t going to go well...”
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| Nathaniel Reed, 28th February 2026 |
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