@hbcoop_: Testing out battle themes inside @google Veo3 ⚔️ - #ai #aicommunity #aigenerated #aicreator #veo3 #googleveo3 #battle #history

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Cosmic Serenity :
Did you add the subtitle or Veo 3 did it? If Veo 3 gave your video a subtitle that you didn't ask for it, then it's a BUG or GLITCH in Veo 3...
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Characters: Aurenai Veylith, Seralyn Thaloré, and Talyrae Vorneth The Republic stands at the height of its glory. Across the newly charted galaxy, trade flows, and prosperity surges through star systems like an unending tide. The burgeoning Banking Clan and Trade Federation rise as beacons of commerce on the untamed frontier of the Outer Rim. Meanwhile, the Jedi Order stands as both steward and sentinel to the Republic Senate, protecting its vision and guarding its fragile peace across the stars. Yet even in the brightest of days, a far greater darkness stirs beneath the light… 350 BBY THE PLANET ATHERIA : OUTER RIM : INT. TRADE FEDERATION FREIGHTER – CREW QUARTERS The steady hum of engines and faint rattle of loose panels fill the cramped cabin. A dim light flickers above a narrow cot where A WOMAN lies sprawled, hair sticking up in every direction like she fought the pillow and lost. A low whirr breaks the silence. DEX-18, a lanky, well-worn droid with mismatched plating, leans through the doorway. His glowing optics narrow slightly. DEX (dryly) You’re alive. That’s encouraging. RUNA (groaning into her blanket) Barely. Dex taps his metal fingers against the doorframe with deliberate rhythm. DEX you’ve got a call from command. Priority status. Runa peeks out from under the blanket, squinting. RUNA Priority? Last time it was “priority,” we ended up scrubbing fuel lines on a garbage hauler. DEX (tilting his head) Technically, that was an “urgent” call. This is “priority.” Totally different level of disappointment. Runa lets out a dramatic sigh and sits up, her short blonde hair sticking out like a nest. RUNA (grumbling) Tell them we’re dead. Ship exploded. Very tragic. Dex steps into the room and offers a hand. DEX Noted. Shall I draft a heartfelt obituary, or do you want to handle that yourself? Runa swats his hand away and pulls on her boots. RUNA Just patch them through before they start crying. As she stands, the ship gives a faint shudder—a reminder they’re barely holding together in deep space. DEX (as they head for the door) For the record, I give us a 63% chance this ends with some variation of radiation burn. RUNA (smirking) Oh good. Higher odds than usual. The two disappear into the corridor as the comm panel crackles to life: COMMAND (V.O.) (urgent) Freighter 1X2MB, this is Trade Federation Command. Stand by for immediate assignment. Runa rolls her eyes and mutters as she walks. RUNA (under her breath) Yeah, yeah. Give us a minute, would ya? #starwars
Characters: Aurenai Veylith, Seralyn Thaloré, and Talyrae Vorneth The Republic stands at the height of its glory. Across the newly charted galaxy, trade flows, and prosperity surges through star systems like an unending tide. The burgeoning Banking Clan and Trade Federation rise as beacons of commerce on the untamed frontier of the Outer Rim. Meanwhile, the Jedi Order stands as both steward and sentinel to the Republic Senate, protecting its vision and guarding its fragile peace across the stars. Yet even in the brightest of days, a far greater darkness stirs beneath the light… 350 BBY THE PLANET ATHERIA : OUTER RIM : INT. TRADE FEDERATION FREIGHTER – CREW QUARTERS The steady hum of engines and faint rattle of loose panels fill the cramped cabin. A dim light flickers above a narrow cot where A WOMAN lies sprawled, hair sticking up in every direction like she fought the pillow and lost. A low whirr breaks the silence. DEX-18, a lanky, well-worn droid with mismatched plating, leans through the doorway. His glowing optics narrow slightly. DEX (dryly) You’re alive. That’s encouraging. RUNA (groaning into her blanket) Barely. Dex taps his metal fingers against the doorframe with deliberate rhythm. DEX you’ve got a call from command. Priority status. Runa peeks out from under the blanket, squinting. RUNA Priority? Last time it was “priority,” we ended up scrubbing fuel lines on a garbage hauler. DEX (tilting his head) Technically, that was an “urgent” call. This is “priority.” Totally different level of disappointment. Runa lets out a dramatic sigh and sits up, her short blonde hair sticking out like a nest. RUNA (grumbling) Tell them we’re dead. Ship exploded. Very tragic. Dex steps into the room and offers a hand. DEX Noted. Shall I draft a heartfelt obituary, or do you want to handle that yourself? Runa swats his hand away and pulls on her boots. RUNA Just patch them through before they start crying. As she stands, the ship gives a faint shudder—a reminder they’re barely holding together in deep space. DEX (as they head for the door) For the record, I give us a 63% chance this ends with some variation of radiation burn. RUNA (smirking) Oh good. Higher odds than usual. The two disappear into the corridor as the comm panel crackles to life: COMMAND (V.O.) (urgent) Freighter 1X2MB, this is Trade Federation Command. Stand by for immediate assignment. Runa rolls her eyes and mutters as she walks. RUNA (under her breath) Yeah, yeah. Give us a minute, would ya? #starwars

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