#coruscant

[supersaiyanblonded]

[star-wars-forever]

Coruscant concept art

by Ralph McQuarrie

[wormbath]

serving coruscunt, diverse and postindustrial

[moonfrost-614-queen-of-darkness]

Watching Attack of The Clones and I just had a thought. When I was a teenager I had gotten altitude sickness as I was going down a mountain. And since Coruscant is a city plant, some of their buildings are in the sky. I was thinking about how some of the people 100% get altitude sickness.

It explains why speeders going down the levels move so slowly too. So I like the idea that the padwans and those who don’t go down there that often taken medicine and drink a lot of water. That is if they can afford the medicine.

I know damn well that Sidious would send Maul down there without water or medicine. He would punish Maul anytime the younger man would throw up from it. Meanwhile he made sure Anakin never got sick 😔

It explains why so many people don’t travel the different levels. It doesn’t just take money and time, but also you can sick from doing it. It just wasn’t worth it half the time

[whoops-junk-drawer]

I wonder if having natural teeth is a status symbol on Coruscant?

Like you know how in our present day people go out and get veneers and crowns and such, for the illusion of perfect teeth? And it’s a status symbol because those things are expensive (if done correctly)?

In the Star Wars universe, they have the ability to mass-manufacture things incredibly quickly and cheaply. They also have droids, meaning less labour costs.

I imagine that the dental industry would mass-produce implants, just a standard set of replacement teeth that are given to all patients with tooth decay. I also imagine that this would likely be cheaper than taking the time to clean and repair the natural teeth, since the implants would be installed by droids. Pulling a tooth and screwing a new one in is less fiddly work than cleaning repeatedly, so I think you could get a droid to do it fairly easily.

The poor eat low-quality, high carb food which causes accelerated tooth decay. Most choose to have their decaying teeth replaced with artificial ones, because it’s a permanent treatment, meaning they won’t have to go back and spend more money.

The rich, on the other hand, have access to the most prestigious dental services on the planet. They also have the best food, which causes much less decay. The rich take much pride in having natural teeth, because they can AFFORD to have them. When they are damaged, they can repair them to look identical to how they used to, while the poor who opt for replacements are stuck with these uncannily identical sets. Sometimes, just to rub salt in the wound even more, the wealthy will repair or replace their broken teeth conspicuously, with gold crowns or fillings. They wear braces unashamedly because it’s a flex that they can afford to have a real living dentist REPOSITION THEIR TEETH rather than getting false ones.

In our world, rotten teeth are a sign of poverty, while perfect white identical veneers/crowns are wealth indicators. In such a technologically advanced society as Coruscant, the ladder has shifted, where the identical veneers are affordable enough to be used by the poor, while the rich flaunt their ability to maintain their natural, unique teeth.

Just a world-building thought.

[twinterrors29]

I bet the people watching on Coruscant is especially fun

[mansedits]

Coruscant - Jedi Survivor

[xinambercladx]

FIGMENT: CHAPTER 11 <--click

Chapter 11 is up, titled, "Monster". I found my long lost password to my google docs and my AO3 accounts. Yay! Honestly, I've had this chapter written for over a year. Big thank you to my editor (preview reader person of awesome, you know who you are.) I'll likely add a sketch or two to illustrate this chapter sometime down the road. Here's an excerpt: ----------------------------------------- CH11: Monster

“Now we’re returning to Coruscant?” Todo asked, surprised.

“Yess, now, Todo.”

“I was beginning to think you didn’t care about the starfighter.”

“By rights what’s mine is mine,” Bane replied. “I’ll see everything lost returned to me.”

The ship descended into the skylines of the city planet. He set it down in his secret hideout in the industrial district. Smoke plumed out of stacks and pipes transported unknown amounts of sludge, water, sewage, and gas. It wasn’t the most pleasant of places. The landing pad itself was crumbling. The district was the planet’s equivalent to a wasteland. All the factories had been abandoned for more cost effective off-world manufacturing. What was left was meek buildings of fifty or so stories, including a former detention center. This center is where Bane did much of his dirty work. Although his apartment in The Hole boasted sound proof walls and security measures, other bounty hunters sometimes got cheeky ideas and stuck their noses where they didn’t belong. Out here was secluded from nearly everything except feral droids.

The two left the ship and walked toward the detention center’s entrance. The building leaned over them. The rusted, angled pillars held up the overbearing thirty floors like an old man’s bony knees. Ahead of them, a couple feral droids wandered aimlessly. One of them was an R3 unit that kept bumping into the railings, and the other was a smelting droid. Its jerky movements spoke of corroded joints. Bane stopped and Todo slowed behind him. The feral droids jerked and rolled toward them, slow at first, and then sped faster. Bane grimaced at Todo.

“Don’t look at me. They’re not my friends,” Todo said.

The R3 unit’s sides panels opened with a pop and various tool arms began to wave threateningly. The smelting droid began to mutter incoherently, with only two words making sense.

“Oil baetieg-g-g-g-g blasted baagteeg-g-g-g-g-icky- icky- botaaaannngwa- wa-wa-wa.”  The smelter droid lunged at Bane. He side-stepped and its robotic hand whacked Todo instead.

“Not the face!” Todo exclaimed. He landed on his metal rear. The smelter droid didn’t seem interested in attacking one of its kind. It continued its attack on the Duros instead. Bane was ready for the swipe and sidestepped again. He caught the droid’s neck from behind and activated his gauntlet. An electrical charge wracked through the old components and the smelter droid crumpled to the ground.

Todo back-stepped, “Oh dear.” The R3 unit was on him. It rolled too fast and hit the distracted Todo with full force, knocking both of them onto the duracrete. The R3’s cylindrical body pinned Todo down. Todo, a much smaller droid, wiggled helplessly underneath it. “Bane! Help me, help me!”

The Duros took out a toothpick and placed it in his mouth. He watched the two droids struggle, both equally unable to get up. Bane scoffed, “Come’on, Todo. Quit playin’ with yer friend.”

“He is NOT my friend!” Todo whined. “No?” Bane said. “You two seem... chummy.”

The R3 unit spouted a slur of beeps and whistles.

Todo gasped, “Plug you where? How obscene! I would never!”

Read the rest on A03 <--click