Why do I love Mace Windu? Isn’t it obvious? He’s clearly the baddest mofo in the galaxy.
The Star Wars prequels are far from perfect movies. Jar Jar’s annoying, Anakin is grating rather than sympathetic and the less said about the stupidity of Count Dooku, the better. But when it gets things right, it gets them very right. Case in point: casting Samuel L. Jackson to play the coolest Jedi Master ever.
|That's a lot of purple swipes.|
Episode II: Attack of the Clones does not disappoint. An epic battle at the end of the movie pits Jedis against battle drones. But Mace Windu faces down Jango Fett, Boba’s daddy, in a battle of skill and wits. Mace makes even the toughest bounty hunter look like an easy battle.
The cool finally rises to its highest point in Matt Stover’s novel Shatterpoint. One of the rare great Star Wars novels by current publisher Del Rey, Shatterpoint establishes what makes Mace move beyond other jedis. As he hunts his former apprentice Depa Billaba (and explain why the character disappears between Episode I & II), the reader learns of his ability to see “shatterpoints”, faultlines in the force that show different destinies of individuals or even the galaxy itself.
|A bit busy, but it covers the novel well.|
Mace apparently meets his fate in Episode III: Revenge of the Sith. But any fan of genre fiction knows that without a body, you can't prove death. In my personal Star Wars universe, he’s still alive out there sans an arm. Somewhere in a galaxy far far away, Mace Windu still is fighting the good fight, still battling the forces of darkness and still being awesome while he does it.
And he does it with a purple lightsaber. How badass is that?