A small ship was descending through the clouds. “Here it is; Coruscant,” the pilot said to his passengers. “Whole planet is one big city. Look over there; it is president Naberrie’s shuttle. They are already waiting for you on the landing pad.” The passengers—a man and a woman—looked at the city around them with wide eyes. This was their first trip on the capital and even they had known what to expect they were not fully prepared. “There we are,” the pilot said when the ship touched down. “And remember, Mister Lars; if you ever need a good pilot just call Han Solo.”