Chapter 59

“Cease fire immediately! I repeat—everyone, cease fire immediately!”

At the critical moment, salvation descended from the clouds. One, two, three, four—five Republic Consular-class cruisers, painted in bold crimson, dropped from the sky. At last, the Republic’s “glory” shone upon this shattered, war-torn world.

“Master—how did you get a fleet here?” Anakin Skywalker asked in delighted disbelief. “I thought the Republic didn’t care about this place at all…”