The trouble with the Light Side, and Finn as the Balance

What happens when you’re told, “Don’t think about the elephant?” Chances are, you’ll immediately think of an elephant.

I think that’s the problem with the Light Side of the Force as we have known it: So many of the doctrines and practices of the LS, such as the Old Jedi way of not forming attachments, are premised on resisting the temptations of the Dark Side.

If your goal is not to  turn Dark, then what are you going to be thinking about? The Dark Side. This is why puritanism of all stripes is destined to fail, because it’s consumed more with what it’s against (sex! rock ‘n roll! murder!) than what it’s for (eh, love and peace I guess?).

Anakin Skywalker’s story from the prequel trilogy is a prime example of this in the Star Wars saga, walking backwards into the one place you were determined not to go. Intentionally or not, the prequels were an indictment of the Jedi way.

I think similarly, trying not to turn to the Light Side has a polarizing effect on those who turn to the Dark Side of the Force. You can see this with Kylo Ren in the new trilogy, thinking too hard about how not to go Light and then running to bugfucking extremes in the other direction.

The results of such extremism, in turn, are so horrific that the other side becomes understandably all the more preoccupied with, you know, NOT BEING THAT HELL NO and, again, being more anti-Dark than anything else. This doesn’t make the LS morally equivalent to the DS, but it does mean that LS practitioners can fall into the trap of puritanism.

Going to extremes seems to be a major theme of the upcoming movie, The Last Jedi, and Adam Driver who plays Kylo Ren has discussed mass murder committed by “both sides” (maybe this is his character’s perspective, I don’t agree with it) and how he took inspiration from the absolute moral certainty of terrorists in playing his character. Since director Rian Johnson has repeatedly said the movie will showcase moral ambiguity, it’s a safe bet that we’ll see the good guys go to extremes, too, something we have also seen in Rogue One.

We can reliably tell where many of the characters old and new fit into this increasingly polarized galaxy: Leia, Poe, Holdo, Rose, Paige, and others on one side, Snoke, Kylo Ren, Phasma, and Hux on the other.

Other characters, on the other hand, stand in notable contrast to the characters whose allegiances are well known. Luke, the character we thought was the Rebel to end all Rebels and the Jediest of them all, not only stayed away for years but still seems reluctant to join the fight. Rey is definitely Resistance-allied, but is still trying to find her place in all this.  “DJ,” a new character, is a cynical outsider who’s only in it for the creds.

Then there’s Finn, who has been in and rejected the First Order and fought alongside the Resistance, but as of the beginning of TLJ is not a committed fighter. Like Luke, he’s wounded from past experience; like Rey, he’s still figuring himself out after his life was turned upside down; and like DJ, he has cause to be cynical of causes in general, something I have previously discussed.

In a universe of absolutes Finn stands out with the other uncommitted characters for his refusal, at first, to choose a side. Turning against the First Order does not mean he automatically chose the Resistance, though he has worked with them.

Interestingly, for someone who rejected absolute evil he seems to have very little to prove. He’s not obsessed with trying not to be evil, or with trying to be good by fighting evil. He suffers the undeserved shame of the abused, but he’s not consumed by it. He doesn’t beat himself up over killing Stormtroopers to defend himself or wonder if that makes him as bad as them, a lack of self-flagellation that some fans have criticized him for. He doesn’t agonize over whether he might be a bad person for lying to the Resistance so he could go back for Rey.

Finn is, in other words, the opposite of a puritan. He refuses to do evil, and that’s enough. He’s not consumed by the thought of it. He tries to be good to the people he meets and distrusts causes and grand theories.

Finn is most definitely not Dark Side, but he’s also not the Light Side as we’ve come to understand it, an anti-Dark puritanism. His allegiance, I believe, is to the Balance as near as I understand it, a goodness that is defined by what it supports, not what it opposes, a space that has room for human ambiguity and fallibility without fear of turning to irrevocable evil.

It’s significant to me that right after his arguably most morally questionable and admirably badass decision was revealed–that he had lied to the Resistance to come get Rey–Finn immediately brings up the Force to a livid Han.

Sure, it may read like a funny deflection, but think about the juxtapositions here: At this moment, we know Finn lied to the Resistance to walk into the heart of the First Order in an act of selfless love. He rejected an evil authority in the most final terms possible but also showed himself not to be following the authority that stands against it. Finn is beholden to no one, standing between all the lines, standing for nothing but the purest love and courage, as he invokes the Force. And he does so in a humorous way, like the trickster figure he is.

This is why I like the Stormtrooper uprising theory so much for Finn’s story, and why I believe it’s the cause that he found to fight for. Finn is not going back to the First Order other than to kick their collective butts across the galaxy (hi, Phasma!). But what does the Resistance mean to him? They stand against the First Order, true, which is why he’s worked with Leia and Poe and the others.

The Resistance is, however, also a Republic-affiliated organization, and what is the Republic to him? If he was ever a Republic citizen, it was by chance of birth and it certainly means very little to him now. This is something I also touched on in my Cassian meta and my Finn and Rey parallels meta, that the forgotten children like Finn and Rey, much like Cassian before them, were essentially failed by the Republic. The Republic is not the Empire or the First Order, sure, but it has to mean something other than that massively low bar.

Finn and his friends can fight the First Order and win. But what comes next? They know what they’re against. What are they for? Without answering that question they will fall into the same elephant trap as traditional Light Side practices, and of the Republic itself. In their shadow loom the Dark Side and Empire.

If there’s one thing we know Finn has always stood for, it’s the freedom and dignity of every individual. That’s why he refused to fire on the villagers in Tuanul. That’s why he escaped at the risk to his own life, and why he meant to flee to the ends of the known universe, to be free. That’s why he came back for Rey.

That is why, I believe, he will find a cause to fight for in the freedom of other Stormtroopers like himself. It’s a cause greater than himself, greater than Rey, and to him, greater than the First Order or the Resistance or the Republic or anything else. He is likely to ally with the Resistance again so far as their goals match his, but much as in Act 3 of TFA, except on a greater scale, he may not concern himself with loyalties or scruples other than his own true North.

He might not always be squeaky clean in the process, either. He could be ruthless. He could be violent. He could be dishonest. He has proven himself capable of all of this in the past.

What he will always be is committed, not to being Not Evil or a perfect vision of Good, but to being free. And he will realize, I think, that he cannot be free alone. His journey to freedom was always with others, from the moment Slip’s death marked him forever, to having to free Poe first to get away, to realizing he could not be free while Rey was in captivity, and finally, I hope, to seeing that others who were abducted and enslaved like he was must also be free.

This is what the Balance could mean for Finn’s story: not two opposing sides locked in extremes, not a cynical equivalence or sophistic compromise between the two, but a moral code that has meaning outside of what it is not. Now that is a code worth living and dying for.

Don’t Stop

Characters: Rose Tico, Paige Tico, Finn

Pairing: Finn/Rose

Warnings: Violence, angst

Summary: Finn and Rose have to save the Resistance. Paige gets in the way.

They fled down the length of the hangar with the sound of pursuit in their ears, their speeder hurtling toward the far entrance and the promise of their goal.

The discharge of a blaster shattered the air. The speeder screamed like an animal as it skidded along the floor. Rose wrestled with the handlebar trying to regain control while Finn, an arm still tightly clenched around Rose’s waist, had his blaster out and fired back at the source of the blaster fire.

Rose wrenched at the handle and the speeder bounded off the floor.

“Bail!” she spun in her seat to scream at Finn, her hair coming out of its tail and flying in her face.

As if by instinct they clutched each other and jumped clear of the speeder, rolling away together while it bounced off the floor and toward a bulkhead, where it crashed and fell to the floor. Smoke rose from the blaster hole and its fried engines.

A figure stepped out from behind a set of stairs, bright yellow in her gunner’s suit against the grey of the hangar, her weapon trained on the two of them.

“Hands up, both of you.”

“Paige.”

Rose didn’t budge as she faced her sister. Finn raised his own blaster, and Paige turned her gun on him.

“Looks like a stalemate.” Paige grinned. The sound of the pursuing speeders grew. “Why don’t we wait a few minutes while my friends get here?”

“Paige.” Finn looked down the length of the blaster barrel. “You know what Holdo is doing is wrong. She can’t imprison General Organa and strike a deal with the First Order.”

“Maybe you both need to remember what it means to be a soldier. I follow the Republic chain of command, because I am a soldier of the Republic. Just like you, sis.” Paige raised her voice just as Rose started sidling toward the door on the far end. “Take another step and I’ll shoot him.”

“Or maybe he’ll shoot you.” Rose looked between her sister and Finn, her face pale. “You know how good he is.”

“He won’t.” Paige smiled. “He won’t shoot the last family you have left.”

Finn swallowed at her words and tightened his grasp on his blaster. “Rosie…”

The pursuers were close now, their forms blurry at the other end of the hangar. Paige held out a hand at Finn. “Now that we’ve established you won’t shoot, Starros, why not give me that gun? I don’t know how you dragged my sister into your little mutiny, but-”

Blaster fire rang out, and Paige stumbled. She stared for a moment before she fell to one knee, uncomprehending.

Finn took a step back as though he himself had been shot. “Rose.”

Rose dropped her blaster from limp hands and ran to catch Paige in both arms. Her hand fumbled at a pocket in her coveralls and thrust out a data cube at Finn.

“Finn, go.” She sat down on the floor, propping a still shocked Paige against herself, and raised her voice over the sound of the approaching engines. “You have to restore the command codes.”

“I’m not leaving you here.” Finn’s hand tightened around both the data cube and her hand.

She pulled him by the hand and kissed him, fierce and sharp, as though to swallow in a single moment a lifetime of what might never be.

“And I’m not leaving my sister. Go. Don’t stop for anything.”

Finn’s hand, clutching the data cube, brushed her cheek for the briefest of moments as he turned away. She closed her eyes at the sweetness of it even as her hands yanked a medpac from her belt.

As Finn’s purposeful steps pounded away down the hangar, Rose pressed with her hands against the bleeding wound in Paige’s side and injected her with a stim. A shade of color came back to Paige’s face and she managed to focus her eyes on Rose’s.

“I can’t believe you shot me.”

“You were being a bitch.” Rose fumbled one-handed with the medpac before grabbing a pressure bandage.

“Did you seriously snog a guy over my dying body? Ew.”

“You’re not dying.” Rose’s voice shook as she started cutting away Paige’s yellow gunner suit. “I can put anything back together.”

Shouts and the hum of engines filled the air as the Republic soldiers’ speeders pulled up.

“Don’t move! Hands on your head!” Soldiers aimed blasters in Rose’s face. She struggled as they pulled her off Paige.

“I shot her. Please help, I shot her.” Tears leaked out of her eyes as she held up her blood-spotted hands.

“Where’s Starros?” A red-suited officer thrust his blaster against Rose’s chin, forcing her to lift her head. To his unit he shouted: “Get to the control room! Stop him before-”

At that moment the lights dimmed.

“This is Commander Finn Starros of the Resistance.” Finn’s voice came over the internal comm system. “As of this moment General Organa’s Resistance has full control over the base’s systems. Republic mutineers are advised to lay down your arms and surrender.”

The Republic soldiers pounded on the door up to the control room. “It’s no use, sir! We’ve been locked out.”

“And if you break the rules of engagement to harm any prisoner in your power,” Finn continued over the comm, a calm fury cutting into his voice, “rest assured you will face the full force of the law and me.

“Traitor. What did you do?” The officer turned his gaze on Rose.

Shaking, pale, her face stained with tears and her hands with blood, Rose smiled.

“You lost.”

With a roar of rage the officer raised his blaster and struck the butt across Rose’s temple while Paige screamed at him not to hurt her sister. Rose slumped to the cold floor unconscious, the elation of victory still carved in the curving of her lips.

War Heroes

They may have been evil, but they were very, very good. Finn studied all the historic battles over and over again as part of his training, told about the Empire’s mistakes and how the First Order would avoid them.

He studied the Rebels’ infiltration of the imperial records depository at Scarif, how a team led by the traitors Bodhi Rook and Jyn Erso, the ruthless assassin and spymaster Cassian Andor, and the cult-bred killers Chirrut Imwe and Baze Malbus infiltrated the installation and destroyed the planet in a deadly suicide mission.

He learned about the Battle of Yavin, where Princess Leia Organa–after all these years still a menace to peace and order–lured the Death Star to the Rebels’ base and an ambush, where Luke Skywalker destroyed the station with one well-placed shot, snuffing out the thousands of lives within.

He read about the Battle of Hoth where the Rebels eluded the Empire’s pursuit yet again, about the Battle of Endor where the Rebellion moved together like the parts of a symphony. Finn found himself glued to the screen as he learned, through reports and surviving archival footage, how the smuggler Han Solo led a ground assault to  disable the Second Death Star’s shields while Admiral Gial Ackbar, at large and a threat like Organa, joined battle in space. All this was only a cover, however, for Luke Skywalker to board the battle station and murder Darth Vader and the helpless Emperor. Criminal kingpin Lando Calrissian finished the job in another act of wanton destruction, an assault so reckless, so foolhardy it should have failed by all rights but somehow succeeded brilliantly.

Finn used his own time to delve deeper into these battles, reading past lights-out until he was caught and got in trouble. He told himself as he dug out a drainage ditch as punishment that he wasn’t getting too deep into the history of the Rebellion, he just wanted to know the enemy so he could beat them this time around.

But by Space, those Rebels were good. It was no wonder a terrorist group had toppled the mighty Empire. If the First Order learned more from their enemies’ tactics it would be unstoppable, and unlike the Rebellion whose puppet government was already crumbling, the Order’s victory would be a lasting one based on justice and the rule of the Supreme Leader.

Nevertheless, the sense of awe at the sheer skill of these terrorists stayed with Finn. That was why, when faced with one of those legends, the smuggler, criminal, the terrorist Han Solo in the flesh, the words burst out as though they had been caught in his throat the entire time:

“Wasn’t he a war hero?!”