*A New Hope?

The holonet is buzzing. The galaxy has heard the news—Kathleen Kennedy is out, and you have taken the helm of Star Wars. Some cheer, some seethe, but most simply cross their arms, skeptical. They have heard promises before.

Rumors spread like wildfire. Will you restore the old canon? Double down on the sequels? Erase everything and start fresh? Everyone has their own idea of what Star Wars should be, and no answer will satisfy them all.

And now, the moment of truth has arrived.

The grand hall is packed. Fans, critics, journalists—everyone who has ever had an opinion about Star Wars is here. Some wear Revan Lives shirts, others have The Force is Female pins. There are cosplayers in Mandalorian armor standing beside disillusioned prequel defenders. A storm is brewing.

Then the doors open, and you step onto the stage.

The host smiles, sensing the tension. “Welcome. You’re stepping into one of the most divided fandoms in history. Some say you’ll save Star Wars. Others say you’ll destroy it further. Why should they trust you?”

The audience leans in.

You know the truth. Disney’s executives were clear behind closed doors: "Do whatever you think will work. But if you can’t turn a profit in five years, we’ll make sure you never work again."

No one in the room knows that. They only see the weight on your shoulders. The burden of fixing a broken legend… and the silent ticking clock counting down to your judgment...*