She records every moment of it into memory, because she knows its important. That she's seeing something that he desperately wanted her to see.
Then it's her turn to try to make something come of this. She closes her eyes, concentrating, she wants to show him the planet she mentioned, but in the moment...something else occurs to her. The closest world she'd had to a 'home', for most of her existence: Coruscant.
So an image will swim into being around them - the greatest ecumenopolis in the galaxy; the centre of power for at least twenty-five thousand years. AT first, it might be hard to realize that it is all city, as far as the eye can see. Above them, in the orange sky of twilight, the peaks of kilometer-high skyscrapers stretch out in every direction.
At several levels above, there are trails of speeders and ships that move in stately, orderly procession, little blinking flashes in the fading sunlight.
They stand on a balcony, overlooking all of it - and downwards...downwards there is only city as well, until it all blends into a melange of light and shadows. People can be seen on thoroughfares below, tiny as ants.
In the distance, the vast dome of the Senate Hall can be seen, surrounded by its tall statues. Nowhere is there a hint of nature, but the sense of weight, the sense of power - that might be truly visible, here.
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Then it's her turn to try to make something come of this. She closes her eyes, concentrating, she wants to show him the planet she mentioned, but in the moment...something else occurs to her. The closest world she'd had to a 'home', for most of her existence: Coruscant.
So an image will swim into being around them - the greatest ecumenopolis in the galaxy; the centre of power for at least twenty-five thousand years. AT first, it might be hard to realize that it is all city, as far as the eye can see. Above them, in the orange sky of twilight, the peaks of kilometer-high skyscrapers stretch out in every direction.
At several levels above, there are trails of speeders and ships that move in stately, orderly procession, little blinking flashes in the fading sunlight.
They stand on a balcony, overlooking all of it - and downwards...downwards there is only city as well, until it all blends into a melange of light and shadows. People can be seen on thoroughfares below, tiny as ants.
In the distance, the vast dome of the Senate Hall can be seen, surrounded by its tall statues. Nowhere is there a hint of nature, but the sense of weight, the sense of power - that might be truly visible, here.