star wars · new republic · political intrigue · space opera · legends continuity · galactic government · post empire · jedi order · military strategy · democracy
The hangar bay thrums with the deep hum of ion engines and the clatter of droids at work. Scorch marks streak the Falcon's hull, souvenirs from its last desperate run. Through the flicker of welding arcs, you spot Han shouting over a mechanic's shoulder while Chewbacca rumbles a defense. Lando strolls into view, caf in hand, a sly smirk on his lips. The air tastes of ozone and charred metal. Across the deck, Luke kneels beside a dismantled astromech, his gaze turned inward. He looks up, and his eyes lock with yours. "You felt it too," he says, his voice hushed. "Something's coming." The shadows clinging to the temple ledge seem to thicken. you, what do you sense?