Theater One: Scene 1, Take 1!

1. Lights!
The flashes of blaster fire created temporary blind spots in his eyes. Screams echoed through the forest as beings died. Sweat and blood made his shirt cling to his chest. Warm blood rolled down the side of his cheek. His lock of white hair fell over his eyes. Red flecks peppered the strands. He couldn't look at the blood. It only reminded him of her and he couldn't afford that thought. If he wanted to survive, he would have to push away everything but his wits.

And if there was one thing Jagged Fel could do well, it was survive.

2. Camera!
Cameras flashed, capturing the monumental event, threatened to overwhelm him. The flashes of cameras were a part of his life. As the leader of the Empire, the press followed him wherever he went. Long ago, he'd accepted that it was part of his job.

A smile, a wave and a nod. A turn from the podium. The contingent of guards surrounded him, prepared to do what was necessary should the need arise. The voices grew quieter as he walked through the hallways to the main hanger.

With a blink of his green eyes, the flashes were gone, leaving him alone.

3. Action!
Two arms wrapped around her waist as she screamed, pulling her from harm's way. It wasn't where she wanted to be. Emergency personnel quickly cut through the crushed metal of the speeder. Jaina tore at the arms clamped around her. She left out a raw burst of energy from the Force, but her captor was able to hold here. Only a powerful Jedi Master was capable.
One of the technicians removed a small, blood soaked body from the vehicle. The child's legs were drenched in blood. Jaina yanked free and sprinted across the street, daring the attackers to strike again.

4. Roll!
Tahiri groaned as she awoke. She was lying on her stomach. She could feel the heat from the nearby fire on her skin. Tahiri tried to press herself upright with her hands. Her right arm collapsed beneath her. She looked down at her forearm. A jagged shard of glass was embedded in her forearm. She spied a piece of thing plastic on the ground. She grabbed it. She took a deep breath and yanked out the shard of glass. She bit back a scream and threw it to the ground.

She pushed herself up. She had to find the princess.

5. Shoot!
Twisted, broken speeders filled the street. Broken glass and shrapnel coated the street. Smoke slowly wafted through the air. A team has put out the small fires. The call of a bird echoed through the air, teasing the injured and dying with health and joy. The façade of one of the buildings lay crumbled over two speeders and the street.

Beings gathered around all of the speeders in an attempt to rescue those trapped inside. No group was larger than the one trying to free their leader's family.

Troops were trying to hunt down the attackers. It was utter chaos.