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The presence of hundreds and thousands of ships whizzing at ridiculous speeds between the spires of Coruscant was nothing new. In fact, one might even think this was a typical day on the city-planet of the Republic by the general hubbub of the masses and the beautiful sunshine. However, one only needed to look closer to realize something was wrong.
Yes, something was dreadfully and horrifically wrong.
The ships were flying fast, but too fast. They were running from something, and in their rush many collided, causing the civilian crafts and merchant vessels to careen to the streets below. Small fires burst into life, and the terrified screams of bystanders rent the air. In the distance, but closing quickly, were the shadows of the war ships of the Sith Brotherhood. No one had suspected it, and no one had prepared for it.
Small dropships and transports streamed out of the capital ships, making landfall and dropping out the forces of the Brotherhood. Warriors from the Sith, Sacred Band of Ziost, and Mandalore opened fire on all that moved, showing no mercy. Meanwhile, turbolasers found their targets on the nearby skyscrapers, blasting chunks out of the finely crafted structures and sending chunks down to the streets below. The unthinkable had happened - Coruscant was under attack.
Resistance slowly began to form. Various armed civilians and police forces put up the first line of defense, holding a shaky line until reinforcements from the Army and the Republic allies came. This bloodbath would be one of many that would determine the fate of the Trade Hub of the Galaxy.