[ EU ] On the imperial planet of Coruscant , a family is together when they receive news of the destruction of the Death Star . The discussion turns into a political argument as one of them reveals sympathy for the rebel alliance .

The son's face is white with shock. `` It... must have been an accident. A navigation error.'' 
 
 The father groans. `` Nonsense. It's terrorism. Those Jedi fanatics.'' 
 
 `` Now, father.'' The daughter puts down her vibro-fork and wipes her mouth. `` Not all Jedi are like that.'' 
 
 The father scowls at both of his children. `` Do n't tell me about Jedi. Your mother would be alive if it was n't for them and their murderous, indiscriminately lightsaber-swinging ways.'' 
 
 The daughter sighs. `` Right. Because the Emperor totally does n't have a lightsaber.'' 
 
 `` So now you believe in those... those conspiracy theories too! What next, Lord Vader is Yoda Murderchild in disguise? Is n't it terribly *convenient* there are supposed to be just two of these... these Sith reptilians or whatever... and they happen to be the two most powerful people in the Empire?'' 
 
 The daughter jumps up, also. `` Now that is just -- -'' 
 
 The father's fist slams on the table. `` I fought In the Clone Wars! I fought alongside those Jedi bastards, and when it suited them they left us to die to be heroes elsewhere. They never cared for anything except their own glory, their mystic Force mumbo-jumbo, their damned prophecies! I tell you, if that asshole Skywalker is alive, I hope he's -- -'' 
 
 `` Dad! Anakin Skywalker was a hero! I'm sure he would have a different perspective on -- -'' 
 
 `` Enough! Your dear departed mother -- -'' 
 
 `` Was a librarian at the Jedi Temple, right? Tell me this, father, why would the Jedi kill their own -- -'' 
 
 `` Because they're murderous fanatics who hate the Empire! Because they want to rule us! Because destroying, maiming, butchering is what their *religion* is always about in the end, lopping off hands, th -- - throwing things, no matter what they say! And I wo n't have you saying such... such...'' 
 
 `` Come on, dad. Spit it out. What am I this time? A Rebel Alliance sympathizer? A Sith truther? A naive padawan, paving the way for Coruscant's submission to the cartoonishly evil Jedi theocrats in foreign robes? From the way you talk, you'd think the Jedi are some alien species, instead of a perfectly legitimate religious and philosophical -- -'' 
 
 The father storms away. 
 
 The daughter sighs, lowers her arms, and curses loudly. 
 
 After a while, the son speaks. `` So... what bothers me is, why did they name an instrument of peace and order'the Death Star'? Kind of an over-aggressive name, I think.''
