Padme Amidala

Coruscant, one of 678 Rebel barracks. It was raining, and the thousands of soldiers in the barracks were getting lunch.

Rebel Cook: *Serving Essen to the soldiers* Keep the line moving. Take a lid. Silverware is to the left of the lids.
Rebel Soldier 53: Du expect us to eat this slop again?
Rebel Cook: I don't care what Du do Mack. Eat it, throw it out, do whatever Du 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 Du get any sleep last...