When spacers spoke of Coruscant, they told of a city that never ended. A city that stretched to the horizon, touched the skies, and reached down to the ground, which hadn't been seen in centuries. They told of the center of the greatest government the galaxy had ever known, the Galactic Republic, home of the fabled Jedi Order. They also told of Imperial Center, the heart of the Galactic Empire's power. The seat of Emperor Palpatine and his twisted minion, Darth Vader. But when Ky Maryk, Jedi Knight, looked out at Coruscant—or all that remained of it—all he could see were ghosts.
Truth be told, city worlds like Nar Shaddaa and Taris were more lively than Coruscant these days. The reputation of the Empire had ruined the so-called "Jewel of the Core," leaving it a smog-covered wasteland of poverty and disease. Neither the New Republic nor the Free Worlds Alliance had done anything to fix Coruscant. It was like what Palpatine did here was tainting. A stain on both the galaxy and the Force, and no one knew quite how to clean it up. Capping off the dismal landscape, standing like a monolithic tombstone above the Federal District, was the shell of the Imperial Palace—formerly the Jedi Temple itself. Once, it was the seat of the greatest power in the galaxy. Now...
"What a dump," Ky said as he angled the transport down towards the abandoned landing pad outside the palace. He turned to his companion, another Jedi, one of the few he could tolerate. "You dragged me all the way from the Rim to see this?" He nodded over his shoulders to where the crumbling palace was framed by a pillar of smog. "This better be good, Ves."
A moment later, he was standing on the landing ramp covering his nose. The second the ramp opened, the smell of polluted air and what he could only guess was feces hit him like a freighter. "This better be damn good," he corrected himself. "What are we here for anyways?" @Logan