Naboo, six months before the events of The Empire Strikes Back.
Human 49: Attention Naboo. Ceci est un message important. La rébellion prévoit une invasion. Ils nous aideront à sortir l'empire de notre planète. (Attention Naboo. This is an important message. The Rebellion is planning an invasion. They will help us push the empire out of our planet.)
In one section of the planet, it was littered with destroyed vehicles, ranging from tanks, speeder bikes, and even a few AT-ST's. Not far away, was a damaged Tie Fighter, next to an old Arc-170. The radio was still on in the 170.
Announcer: This is the Coruscant Broadcasting Service. Here is the news. In an isolated part of the planet, a group of Generals said, with Naboo falling into the hands of the Imperials, The Battle of Coruscant, is about to begin.
A dark skinned woman in a military uniform and a 9 foot tall man are standing at the end of a train station platform.
"That's King Rigstead?" I said
Kalispel stopped the thunderbird and climbed out of it. "Enya, I have formal sworsmanship training, let me fight him. If I die, I need you to take this to Imperator Milowake." He drew his revolver from his leather holster and handed it to me.
"Why this?" I asked
"See the sapphire embedded in the handle? That gem is something called a Soul Anchor. Long story short, if you take it back to...
There are many different types of cars for many different types of people. Observe.
Man: *Driving a black A6 at 80 miles an hour down the highway* Get out of the fucking way!!! *Pushes a Cadillac off the road*
Woman: *Crashes into a tree* Maniac!
Man: *Tailgating a Jaguar that is actually going the speed limit of 55* Come on, don't you know what the speed limit is?! *Honks the horn* Let's go!! *Honks again* I don't have time for this!! *Bumps into the Jaguar, and...
An Imperial landing craft was leaving Coruscant. However, no Imperials were inside. It was only two men from the Republic.
Republic Pilot: *Looking at the clear sky. No other ships are seen as they are out of Coruscant*
Colonel Turner: *Walks up, and sits next to the pilot* Thirty five minutes. Can we make it?
Republic Pilot: We can make it. Will your friends make it?
Colonel Turner: Let's hope so.