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WROONA
CAPITAL SPACEPORT - 13:30
CAPITAL SPACEPORT - 13:30
Another busy day on the bustling planet of Wroona, still flourishing despite its close proximity to warring territory. People of all kinds convene on this mecca. Ships coming and going. Commerce. Culture. It had it all. The forecast was to be clear skies with a slight chance of late showers. Just another day, another dollar. Then, an odd report surfaced. And, of all times, rain.
"Bro, seriously. Slow down. I'm tellin' you, it's never as bad as they say it is. They're sensationalizing. It's what they do. It's probably some rich stiff's kid that was snatched when he let go of his leash. We were gonna get sugar highs at the Artisan... What about my parfait?"
Cappi reluctantly jogged behind Cotan down a high-rise walkway with transparent floors, a view of the crowds below. Frayed gray sneakers striding. Stringy khaki cargos crossing. A special elastic black band at his waist hid his lightsaber hilt horizontally at the small of his back under his dirtied black sweatshirt, shredded gray tank underneath. He pulled up his sleeves as they passed a holo panel. A beautifully put together news anchor sat at her desk. The caption below, REBELS SHOW TRUE COLORS?