He might end up with a bruised and battered face.
He might even break his neck...
Kirk closed his eyes. The gentle breeze and the sound of laughter flowed through his heart like honey. He peacefully savored the faint sunlight of the Upper City District, enjoying a rare, brief moment of peace in his miserable life.
BOOM—
The energy from a landing beacon slammed into the ground with a muffled roar, like the grim beat of a war drum that struck fear into the hearts of all who heard it.
The celebratory atmosphere in the Desolate Wasteland Ruins was gradually drowned out by the thunderous noise.
When Kirk, the soon-to-be-retired Judge, opened his eyes, his pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinpricks. High above him, pillars of light from the Imperial Army's landing beacons appeared one after another like a downpour, blasting through the thick cloud layer and slamming down toward the Desolate Wasteland Ruins!
Kirk shot to his feet.
