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A Monument to Their Sins
Monument Plaza. It's grounds surrounded the peaks of Umate; the only earth on Coruscant that could be touched by sentient hands. It was once the main attraction for tourists coming to the Capital, but since the terraforming done by the Vong and the massive reconstruction effort that followed, it had become a pale shade of it's former glory, covered with litter and it's statues falling into disrepair. From Ackbar to Skywalker to Fel to the Devoted Technician, monuments to the heroes of the galaxy stood watchfully, their expressions carved into decaying solemnity in the fading twilight while countless feet tramped through the Square to visit the Galactic Museum or one of the many lavish restaurants perched on the edge of the durasteel square.
Even in the face of an impending invasion, the restaurants did not shutter their doors and the tourists continued to stream through the Plaza, rubbing the pillar of a statue for luck as they passed through to the casinos or restaurants, seeking their fortunes or to show off their wealth in the fanciest of eateries. A no-fly zone is strictly enforced, and a small team of Alliance Security Forces were on constant patrol in plains-cloths or uniforms, to keep the peace and protect the plaza from terrorists or rampant droids, as they had done for millennium past. Wars had been fought here within this den of corpulent greed and desperate envy. And still the monuments stood, silently staring down on all of them.
Now that the Sith attack has begun, it is up to the Alliance Forces to defend the tourists trapped within the once magnificent portal to Coruscant's past. And the Sith are coming, and as they move the skies fill with the whine of dropships and the sounds of battle. As the rest of Coruscant goes up in flame, so too must it's symbol of bedrock strength and greed.