Coruscant, one of 678 Rebel barracks. It was raining, and the thousands of soldiers in the barracks were getting lunch.
Rebel Cook: *Serving Еда to the soldiers* Keep the line moving. Take a lid. Silverware is to the left of the lids. Rebel Soldier 53: Ты expect us to eat this slop again? Rebel Cook: I don't care what Ты do Mack. Eat it, throw it out, do whatever Ты want with it. I only get paid to do one thing, and that's cooking. You're holding up the line. Rebel Soldier 53: *Leaves*
Outside, a few of the Rebels were enjoying the rain.
Anthony: *Yawning* Early: Didn't Ты get any sleep last...