>And then: The whooping of klaxons. Red lights strobe. Three airspeeders swoop down from the traffic lanes above—Imperial police. Red-and- black helmets. The glow of their lights reflected back in their helmets.
>There comes no warning. No demand to stand down.
>The laser cannons at the fore of each airspeeder open fire. Red bolts sear the air. The crowd is cut apart. Bodies dropped and stitched with fire.
>But still, those gathered are not cowed. They are no longer a crowd. Now they are a mob. They start picking up hunks of the Palpatine statue and lobbing them up at the airspeeders. One of the speeders swings to the side to avoid an incoming chunk of stone—and it bumps another speeder, interrupting its fire. Coruscanti citizens climb up the stone spire behind both speeders—a spire on which are written the Imperial values of order, control, and the rule of law—and begin jumping onto the police cruisers. One helmeted cop is flung from his vehicle. The other crawls out onto the hood of his speeder, opening fire with a pair of blasters—just as a hunk of stone cracks him in the helmet, knocking him to the ground.
>The other two airspeeders lift higher and keep firing.
>Screams and fire and smoke.
>Two of those gathered—a father and son, Rorak and Jak—quick-duck behind the collapsed statue. The sounds of the battle unfolding right here in Monument Plaza don’t end. In the distance, the sound of more fighting, a plume of flames, flashes of blaster fire. A billboard high up in the sky among the traffic lanes suddenly goes to static.
>The boy is young, only twelve standard years, not old enough to fight. Not yet. He looks to his father with pleading eyes. Over the din he yells: “But the battle station was destroyed, Dad! The battle is over!” They just watched it only an hour before. The supposed end of the Empire. The start of something better.
How did he get away with writing like this? How did he get a three book, an important three book, deal? Apparently he boasts about finishing this book in 45 days, as if that's something to be proud of.
>>9137754
It's written for children
>>9137754
Star Wars is for children.
>>9137754
>How did he get away with writing like this?
Whats wrong with it?
This is lit as fuck. Like the mem lit, not the image board /lit/. Lit as fuck.
>>9137754
No idea. Wendig's prose is so bad it's baffling even for e olde Star War novel #33876, let alone the first major reboot of a franchise.
>>9137754
That's some shit writing, but don't you guys read it for the story and the characters as opposed to the quality of the writing.
Similarly, GOT is pretty much horribly written, but the world-building is amazing.
>>9138302
Imagine how stupid the smart one must be, to not be able to simply, constructively point out anything wrong in the stupid ones position