The Lost Jedi Master
The black-haired boy, Ezra Bridger, laughed brightly. "The spaceport's defenses look extremely tight, but they're actually full of holes. I think we have a chance. Let's go, Sabine."
With that, he jumped directly onto the seat behind the female Mandalorian, and the two rode their speeder bike swiftly away.
They headed toward Givin City, the capital of Lothal Planet. Givin City covered a vast area. This city alone housed more than eighty million people, amounting to over a quarter of the planet's native permanent population.
After The Givin began immigrating, they went on to establish three massive cities, each with populations exceeding ten million. Even so, none could shake Givin City's central status.
Moreover, while the Givin immigrant cities did not bar outsiders from entering, 99 percent of their residents were Givin. Outsiders could never truly fit in there.
Thus, Givin City remained Lothal Planet's political, economic, and cultural center. At the same time, because it handled the overwhelming majority of external communication and exchange, Givin City was a place where everything could be found. One could even see most races from the Outer Rim of the galaxy here.
With the continued development under two generations of governors—Galactic Empire Governor Arlinda Pryce and the current Kingdom of Dawn Governor Kobori—Lothal Planet had already begun to take shape as something of a core planet in the Eastern Territory of the Outer Rim of the galaxy.
The speeder bike traveled toward the outskirts of Givin City. There was a relatively independent town here, and the bike stopped in front of an unremarkable three-story building.
The female Mandalorian removed her helmet and tucked it under her arm, revealing her deep purple gradient-dyed hair. With a carefree toss of her head, she slung an arm around the boy's shoulders and