The day has been fitful with snow showers, some heavy at times, though most flakes trickle down from the uniformly gray sky lazily. The ground is white with dark paths of cleared walkway and slush, and the people move carefully or stay indoors. Along the street, warmer environments shine through frosted windows. Then, the welcoming party arrived; the Imperial attack force, from skiffs. "Haha...they're here. Let's go!" he said, and stopped spinning the pistol. He pointed it straight at the Jedi and let off a shot just as the first of the Imperial attack squad made their way in. In the News...