[The idea of showing Anakin the home she knew as a girl proves to be too tantalizing to resist. He couldn't have known Alderaan with much detail--he wouldn't have had reason to--and the sweeping plains and mountains have been a pleasant change from the Moira's slow trip through its galaxy.
She opens her eyes to a clearly demarcated rift--to her eyes, anyway. Having spent plenty of time on both Alderaan and Coruscant, she recognizes both sights before her. What marks the latter stops her in her tracks before she can think to lift a foot: It's the Imperial Palace, butted up against her home in a bizarre, ugly patchwork.
It's not quite as it usually is, however familiar its towers are, and Anakin seems unfazed by the sight of it. He's never known the Empire, she reminds herself. Of course it doesn't bother him.
The question is something better to focus on. Drawing her gaze away from Palpatine's seat of power, she gestures to the right of it, beyond it.]
That should be the lake--and that's where the market district would be. Aldera is a city, but it doesn't have anything on Coruscant.
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She opens her eyes to a clearly demarcated rift--to her eyes, anyway. Having spent plenty of time on both Alderaan and Coruscant, she recognizes both sights before her. What marks the latter stops her in her tracks before she can think to lift a foot: It's the Imperial Palace, butted up against her home in a bizarre, ugly patchwork.
It's not quite as it usually is, however familiar its towers are, and Anakin seems unfazed by the sight of it. He's never known the Empire, she reminds herself. Of course it doesn't bother him.
The question is something better to focus on. Drawing her gaze away from Palpatine's seat of power, she gestures to the right of it, beyond it.]
That should be the lake--and that's where the market district would be. Aldera is a city, but it doesn't have anything on Coruscant.