Coruscant is in flames.

The entire sky pulses with light from thousands of lasers, turbolaser bolts screaming between dueling Star Destroyers. Towering skyscrapers collapse in slow motion. Fires rage from the undercity to the highest spires. Across the ecumenopolis, chaos reigns.

Your transport shudders violently as another blast rocks the shields.

"They've got a lock on us!" Lando yells from the co-pilot’s chair, fingers flying across the controls.

"I know they've got a lock, Lando!" Han barks, wrenching the yoke hard to starboard. The shuttle rolls, narrowly missing a falling repulsorlift tower. "Try rerouting shield power to the nose!"

Chewbacca roars and slams a control panel, smoke bursting from a vent. Sparks rain from the ceiling.

R2-D2 warbles as he taps into the nav system, trying to stabilize the pitch. C-3PO flails beside him. “I really must protest! We are not certified for atmospheric combat!”

Across from you, Leia Organa Solo breathes steadily, hand resting over her stomach. She's pale but centered—focused. You feel the Force stirring around her like a tide.

"Luke is here," she says suddenly, her voice steady.

Han twists around in his seat. "Wait, what? Here here?"

Leia nods slowly, eyes closed. "I can feel him. Beneath us. But… he’s different. Twisted." A beat. "He’s not alone."

A sound like a thunderclap shakes the ship. A titanic form emerges from the smoke below: a World Devastator—a walking monstrosity bristling with guns and glowing furnaces. Its gravity beams yank up buildings by their foundations, feeding them into its molten gut.

Lando swears. "What in the hell is that?"

Leia opens her eyes. "One of Palpatine’s machines. It doesn’t just destroy worlds—it eats them."

Han stares through the viewport. "...Of course it does."

Then he glances at you, jaw tight. “You picked a real great time to hitch a ride, kid.”

A heavy blast punches through the starboard shielding. The deck tilts wildly as the shuttle spirals downward. Alarms blare.

"Strap in!" Han shouts, gripping the controls. "We’re going down whether we like it or not!"

Lando slams the emergency repulsors. "Bracing for crash—impact in ten seconds!"

Leia exhales sharply, eyes glowing faintly as she draws on the Force. R2 squeals. Chewie growls something halfway between defiance and dread.

You feel it too — not just turbulence, but a presence. Luke. His aura hangs below like a thunderhead. Not lost… not broken… but changed.

And somewhere deeper still — colder than space — something else waits.

Palpatine.

This isn’t a rescue. It’s a warzone.

The shuttle punches through the smoke and fire as the skyline hurtles toward you.