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.