On Taris, the residents of those human cities and settlements watched the fleet slowly descend from the sky, their eyes filled with terror.
Ever since a brief battle had broken out here during the Clone Wars, no warships had come for more than a decade. At most, they only saw the occasional scientific expedition vessel from the Kingdom of Dawn.
After the uprising began spreading throughout the Milky Way Galaxy, the Galactic Empire had even withdrawn its outpost here.
Taris had long since lost its role as a transportation hub. And in the vast Lower City, the billions of Rakghouls had become a nightmare in people's hearts. As such, this place attracted no new immigrants. Even among the planet's natives, many capable young people had chosen to leave.
But now, the sudden arrival of this fleet stirred unease in everyone's hearts.
This fleet did not contain any massive Star Destroyers, but the ten Leviathan-class passenger liners were still a shocking sight. These ships descended directly into the atmosphere and flew toward the Lower City.
Taris's Lower City lay beside a mountain range. That place was strictly forbidden to the living; all residents were prohibited from approaching it, for fear that someone might disturb the Rakghouls sleeping within the Lower City and cause them to escape.
After all, no one could guarantee that, after four thousand years, cracks had not appeared in the passages that had once sealed off the Lower City.
Seeing the fleet fly directly toward the Lower City, the people on the planet were horrified. Only now did they realize that this fleet had come for the Lower City!
"Leave! Get out of there! Get out!!" an old man screamed himself hoarse at the sky, waving his arms desperately, but it was futile.
Many others around him pulled