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20 Years later…
Luke Skywalker stood atop the roof of the Imperial Palace watching as the sun set over Coruscant, painting the city in shades of red, yellow and lavender. As he gazed skyward, he caught a glimpse of a satellite-like shape
that froze his blood. He recognized the silhouette of a miniature moon immediately as it hovered over the city-world. It reminded him of a cold, lidless eye of death as it hung there, searching for whom it might destroy.
He recalled memories of the past: battles with the Empire, his near-termination at the hands of Palpatine and the destruction of the Death Star. He also recalled that Coruscant had been a battleground for both New Republic forces and those of the Imperial remnant. He wondered which warlord managed to gather up courage and ambition to attack.
Luke took the rooftop stairs two at a time and sprinted through the palace to find Leia. He raced into her office, colliding with Admiral Drayson who was on his way out. He apologized to him and turned to Leia.
"You've seen it, too" Leia asked, giving her twin brother an anxiety-ridden look.
"Leia, I have a bad feeling about this!"
"Oh, great," Leia sneered, glancing up at the ceiling and folding her arms. She sensed her brother's uneasiness and
understood him completely. The New Republic was barely holding together after the Yuuzhan Vong onslaught and strong feelings of mistrust lingered within and outside the council chambers like a foul stench. The realization that due to the war, military resources and personnel were scarce offered her no peace of mind.
