Meteor City, the villa district.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Flying armor skimmed overhead at low altitude, its piercing whistles making the windows rattle.
"Daddy, I'm scared!" a little girl of three or four murmured, clinging to her father's leg.
"Don't be scared. It's all right!" The middle-aged man picked her up and gazed through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the meteors and aircraft constantly streaking across the sky, his face clouded with worry.
Meteor City was a thriving commercial metropolis on the secondary continent of Broly's Third Planet.
A thousand years ago, or so the story went, a meteor had fallen here, leaving an enormous crater. By a stroke of luck, the impact had exposed a deeply buried energy crystal deposit, sparking a gold rush that had kept the city prosperous for centuries.
Although the deposits had since been exhausted, the city's foundations remained strong, and it was still one of the most prosperous cities on the planet. This time, however, disaster had struck it too.
"Antonio! What are we going to do?" His beautiful wife came over and hugged him tightly, fear on her face.
"It's all right, it's all right! The pirates should be targeting the docks and supply warehouses. We're safe here. They won't go on a killing spree unless they want to anger the Empire." Antonio offered reassurance, but the worry on his face did not ease at all.
He ran a sizable interstellar transport company in Meteor City. Although he could not compare with the elite who had received advance warning and evacuated, he had accumulated a modest fortune.
After half a lifetime of hard work, he had finally bought a home in this wealthy villa district, married a lovely wife, and had a sweet little daughter.
He had thought his life was about to move into