The Siege That Wasn’t A Siege–Is This Ignorance or Deep Metaphor The Mandalorian Season 2 Episode 4


Hello my wonderful viewers and welcome to another episode of Betty Adams Over Analyzes. Today we are taking a fully and completely spoilery look at “The Siege” Season 2 Episode 4 of The Mandalorian, or Chapter 12.
Do recall there will be so many spoilers in this episode. Now then.
First and foremost I want to demand if any of the creators at Lucas Film even know what a siege is, because there is no siege, or even anything that could be debateably called a siege in this episode.
There is an infiltration. There are several running battles. There is a chase scene. There are dogfights. There was no siege.
What is a siege?  

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 Humans are Weird – Old Jingles


The harsh light of three suns was filtering through the roof of the basking dome and giving the Earth plants that grew from the hydroponic tubes a warm green glow. All things considered the dome was the most comfortable place to be in the searing afternoon. At least when your options were the stagnant pools and barely moving streams of the base.
Tumblesright was cuddling comfortably with the newest addition to the base. A rather phlegmatic nurse fresh from the central xenobiology University. Given that they had been silent for nearly an hour Tumblesright shifted and decided some light conversation was in order.
“Have you heard Human Friend O’Conner today?” Tumblesright asked
“He is the human who glows the brightest correct?” Shiftsindiferently asked.
“Yes,” Tumblesright confirmed. “His outer membrane is optimized for solar collection. That is why he has to be so careful about going out of the base shielding.”
“What happens if he goes out without his protective gear?” Shiftsindiferently asked. “I note that none of the other humans are quite so strict about layering on the oils and material shielding.”
“That is a good sounding,” Tumblesright said. “They have informed me that the rest of the humans on base have a biochemical gradient in their outer membrane that offers some protection, but reduces their ability to produces certain chemicals necessary for their immune response. Without such a great concentration of this chemical Human Friend O’Conner suffers from increased damage from the ultraviolet light spectrum.”
Tumblesright reached up a gripping appendage and patted the uppermost portion of Shiftsindiferently’s core in a preemptive gesture of comfort.
“Several weeks ago he felt the need to rush out of the base without his shielding to prevent one of the smaller repulsor transports from drifting away in a particularly heavy wind we had,” Tumblesright explained. “Once he was out he realized that all of them were being moved and so he felt obligated to secure them to the ground with sturdy cables.”
“Why did he not simply deactivate the gravitational function?” Shiftsindiferently asked.
“Oh, he had by that point,” Tumblesright said with a dismissive wave. “Apparently the wingform of the transports meant the wind gusts were capable of moving them without assistance.”
Shiftsindiferently gave a hum of respectful appreciation at the natural forces.
“With one thing and another Human Friend O’Conner was out in the solar radiation for nearly a quarter of an hour,” Tumblesright went on. “When he came back in his exposed skin, and even that covered by his duty clothing, was glowing with a fantastical and rather ominous light.”
“Was his fear causing the change?” Shiftsindiferently asked.
“Oh no,” Tumblesright said, “in the rush of the duties to preform he had actually forgotten about his danger entirely. He was quite pleased with the results when he came in.”
“What was causing the ominous glow then?” Shiftsindiferetly asked.
“The uppermost layer of his external membrane had taken terminal damage,” Tumblesright said, making sure to give his companion a soothing stroke with the information. “The glow came from a large percentage of his cells, you know those strange little bodies most of the other species seem to be made of, simply self destructed to prevent tumorous growth.”
“He lost a large portion of his outer membrane?” Shiftsindiferently demanded, stiffening his appendages in horror.
“It was gradual,” Tumblesright assured him, slipping several appendages of his own into Shiftsindiferently’s in a comforting grasp. “Their bodies have mechanisms to limit the danger of this very thing, however he was in such pain that he could not stand to be touched for days afterwards.”
Shiftsindiferently gave a prolonged shudder and snuggled closer to Tumblesright.
“He was well enough to jest about the situation,” Tumblesright said. “He called the process lobstering up for dinner.”
“What is that reference to?” Shiftsindiferently asked.
“Apparently,” Tumblesright said, “humans have a tradition where they boil certain crustacean species alive to prepare them for consumption.”
It occurred to Tumblesright that that little human tradition might not have been a comforting bit of information to add to the situation as Shiftsindiferently stiffened.
“Has he been so injured recently?” Shiftsindiferently asked.
“Oh no!” Tumblesright assured him. “That is not at all why I brought him up. Indeed he is feeling very well. That is what led to his singing.”
“Singing?” Shiftsindiferently said, relaxing and raising an appendage in interest. “I have not yet had the pleasure of hearing a human sing in person.”
“It is was quite odd but it was singing,” Tumblesright went on. “He only appears to do it unconciously and stops when he notes he is observed.”
“Does he wish to conceal the singing?” Shiftsindiferently asked with a set of disappointment down his core.
“I asked him and he assured me he did not,” Tumblesright said. “He simply only feels the pulse of the song when he is distracted and moving. You will probably have a chance to observe it randomly. If you do not I noted that he almost always starts singing when he passes the communal rest perch for the Winged at the end of their shift. He says something about the way they hold their wings inspires a particular song.”
“But how can he feel the pulse if they can observe him?” Shiftsindiferently asked in confusion.
“Humans are very contradictory creatures,” Tumblesright said.
They chatted for a bit longer before swimming out to their duties. As fortune would have it they met again just as the shifts were changing and the Winged were settling into their perches for the early afternoon communal. It was quite pleasant in itself to watch the mutual grooming ritual. Although the hundreds of swift and minute movements were far too much for an Undulate to follow in detail the sense of comradary and peace translated quite well from the flight of Winged to the pair of Undulates watching from below. In them the flight settled down and hung from their perches, wings enclosing their bodies. Some time passed but soon enough the odd double thumping of the human’s locomotion filled the room.
Human Friend O’Conner entered the building, his massive carrying container slung over one shoulder. He wasn’t singing when he crossed the corridor but as he turned the corner and passed the rest tree he began humming, and before he passed through the other door he had broken into soft song.
“Hot cross buns, hot cross buns, one a penny, two a penny, hot cross buns.”
The soft music followed the human down the corridor as they watched him go.
“Beautiful!” Shiftsindiferently observed once the sound died away. “What is the history of that song?”
“Oh, it’s quite ancient,” Tumblesright assured him. “Centuries, if not millennia old. I am told it was an advertisement for one of their baked foodstuffs at its conception but it has long sense lost that meaning.”
“Curious,” Shiftsindiferently noted. “What about a tree full of Winged could remind him of baked goods?”



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 NOPE - Ya’ll’re Just Plain WRONG About the Mandalorian – This Clearly Isn’t the Show You Think It Is


Hello my wonderful viewers and welcome to another episode of Betty Adams Overanlyzes. Today we are going to look at what kind of show the Mandalorian is exactly. Now I know that is a funny sort of question. Isn’t it obvious what the show is about? Its single greatest selling point is how simple it is after all. However there really does seem to be a lot of confusion out and about in the fandom about this. So let’s take a look and see if we can figure out what the show is about, and why people seem to be having such a hard time seeing that.  

 Humans are Weird – Mixing it Up


A sound unlike any other Watches The Approaching Flames had ever heard in his life gusted through the room and he shuffled his mass in fascination. The movement dislodged a particularly nutrient rich leaf he had just selected from the exotics buffet and it fell to the floor with a wet susurration. A passing Undulate picked it up and lifted it up to toss it back on Watches The Approaching Flames movement tray.
“Thank you Friend Undulate,” Watches The Approaching Flames said.
The Undulate rotated in what Watches The Approaching Flames thought was a friendly reply before shuffling off. Watches The Approaching Flames debated asking the Undulate what the sound was but the chances that the barely covered first year would know were even less likely than the chance that Watches The Approaching Flames could articulate the complex question with his sound generating fibers fast enough to express himself before the fast moving being was out of hearing range.
Direct investigation was clearly the best course of action and Watches the Approaching Flames quickly raised the acidity over the controls of his movement tray and backed away from the buffet counter. It still puzzled him why the rest of the sapient races all agreed that keeping their nutrient sources raised was a necessary safety precaution. They were unanimous in this though the degree of elevation did seem to vary consistently with each species average size. However he sidelined that thought thread as he carefully maneuvered his movement tray out of the cafeteria.
This rapid movement of his core mass was still a giddy experience, though his larger-massed companions assured him that he would get used to the sensation over time. It was just a matter of imaging your core mass to be simply a set of tendrils you were sending out questing. However he still needed to practice the newly budded method of physically extending a cluster of leading tendrils outside of his bio-mass in the direction he intended to go. He hoped he would be past this sign of inexperience soon but today it was still needed as he traced the sounds.
They led him down a few corridors to the main computing lab. The strange noise had altered to a more recognizable sound by this time. One of the human lab technicians, he believed that the Undulates called him Human Friend Bill, was softly chanting what sounded like pleading denials of reality.
Watches the Approaching Flames was fascinated and guided his movement tray closer to the human who was manipulating the controls of the extreme dehydration oven with frantic and nearly disordered movements. Had Human Friend Bill been a biped form of his own species his movements would have been considered precise. However the flesh tight mammals were renowned for their fine motor control. On further inspection Watches the Approaching Flames noted that the human had allowed his dead-attached tendrils to extend from his primary light sensory region and chemoreceptor concentration area. Human Friend Bill was also offgassing in greater concentrations than usual but Watches the Approaching Flames couldn’t identify what emotion it indicated.
“No, no, no, please no!” the human ended the chant with a groan and dropped the broad surface above his light receptors against the top of the oven.
Watches the Approaching Flames carefully lifted his sound generating fibers and tuned them to the humans’ hearing range.
“Are you tasting distress Human Friend Bill?” Watching the Approaching Flames asked.
Human Friend Bill glanced around but didn’t seem to be able to locate the source of the sound. Watching the Approaching Flames suddenly recalled the binocular nature of the humans’ preferred sensory method and shifted his movement tray to create movement to catch the directional vision.
Human Friend Bill directed his light receptors down to Watches the Approaching Flames and his face crumpled and flexed a few times as the great, concentrated node encased in his skull processed the question. Finally the human sighed and stiffened his mass to pull his bipedal frame upright.
“Yeah, I’m a bit distressed,” Human Friend Bill said, then expelled a massive burst of atmosphere. “Which one are you again?”
“I do not believe we have been formally introduced,” Watches the Approaches Flames said. “My sound wave designation is Watches the Approaching Flames.”
“Nice to meet you,” Human Friend Bill said, but his attention seemed to focus far more exclusively on Watches the Approaching Flames.
“So you like to live dangerously?” he asked.
Watches the Approaching Flames gave a little shuffle of confusion at that and Human Friend Bill drew in another long breath before expelling it.
“My distress, right,” he ran one of his dense extremities over his face. “You asked a question, I gotta answer it.”
“This,” he indicated the oven. “Is where I was desiccating my, chemical defoliation chemical overnight and I bungled the mixture so all the chemicals separated and now I have a dish full of useless toxic waste instead of a couple litters of necessary defoliation jell.”
Watches the Approaching Flames generated a hum of sympathy.
“Did someone interfere with your project in the night?” he asked. “That was very inconsiderate.”
“No,” the human said rubbing his face again and giving a long low sound of frustration. “That’s the thing. I just bungled mixing the chemicals last night.”
“Were you misinformed of the required composition?” Watches the Approaching Flames asked.
“Nope,” the human replied as he began to pull the protective covering over his hands and shifted his sensory loci shields over his face. “I was just tired when I mixed them and didn’t follow the procedure correctly.”
Watches the Approaching Flames observed the process with fascination as the human quickly pulled the container out of the oven and moved to drop it into the hazardous waste sink.
“Wouldn’t it have been wiser to wait to mix the chemicals until you were better rested?” Watches the Approaching Flames asked.
The human’s face twitched hard and his off-gassing profile changed with an internal emotional shift.
“Yes,” the human said curtly. “Yes it would have been much wiser.”
Human Friend Bill bent over the sink as he began the rapid process of removing the congealed mass from the container by brute physical force. Watches the Approaching Flames wasn’t sure but his interpretation of the human interactions manual suggested that this was a dismissal. He had after all discovered the source of the sound so he supposed he should return to his duties. The human had begun muttering to himself again, a sound inter-spaced by occasional sharp interjections depreciating the human’s own intelligence. Watches the Approaching Flames thought the interaction very odd, even by human standards and decided to press Human Friend Bill for more information when he was off duty. It promised to be very enlightening.  

 The Heiress – The Mandalorian Season 2 Episode 3- A Fake-out, A Stakeout, and Evil Calamari Take Out



Hello my wonderful viewers and welcome to another episode of Betty Adams Overanalyzes. This will be the spoiler free review and analysis of the Mandalorian Season 2 Episode 3 – Chapter 11- The Heiress. WayHAY and UP she rises have I mentioned that I positively adore this show? This episode was a master class is fake outs, visual artistic brilliance, staying true to your story and the stories that came before while forging new paths for the story.


You walk into a museum and take a deep breath of that museum smell. The air is cool around you but you know museums are like this. Something about preserving the artifacts. They must be cool and dry. You thought ahead and wore a warm sweater. It is almost too warm, a heavy knit thing that some uncle loaned your father in the far off time before you were. You let the fraying sleeves slip down past your hands as you wander towards the exhibit of paintings that the museum has been advertising for weeks. The initial crowds have come and gone. A single school group trots after an eager young teacher and you drift away from them to examine the paintings.
One catches your eye. It is mostly shades of blue and brown. A fishing port from a hundred years ago in some northern Eurasian coast. Dark clouds crowd the sky, the foreground is full of a thousand things, familiar and alien at the same time, fishing nets, pulleys interwoven with ropes, buckets, all just subtly different, made alien instead of merely mundane by the passage of that great old enemy, time.
Then you note what caught your eye. The old fisher man in the foreground, the one who glares at you from over his shoulder for interpreting his work, he is wearing the same sweater as you. Even in the broad stokes of the oil paint you can see the weave of the wool and you smile as you curl your fingers in the soft threads. You and this alien being share something.

 The Passenger – The Mandalorian Season 2 Episode 2 FULL Spoiler Review


Hello my wonderful viewers and welcome to another episode of Betty Adams Over-analyzes. Today we are taking a fully spoilery look at Chapter 10 of the Mandalorian. There is just so much to go over that I think I will get three or four videos out of it. I am just going to start with what storytelling elements really stuck out to me about this episode.