Raganork8
11-21-2007, 07:51 PM
It doesn't take a genius to know when "times change". People always comment "oh how time have changed" and things of the like; but, that was merely pointing out the obvious. One already knew and reminding them seemed to be something of a self proclaimed high-browness than an actual need to point out the change.
The Republic no...
The Empire had now issued blasters for everyone who worked within the capital or on some sort of capital ship. The blasters weren't like the big ugly rifles the Stormtroopers used; no these blasters were smaller, cute by comparison; but they still packed quite a punch.
There was a time when politicians had no need to carry blasters; but, as mentioned before, times had changed. The keepers of the peace were reduced to failed assassins and the "free" republic had been replaced by a loosely controlled "Empire".
Some things had remained the same; the Senate still met to discuss galactic issues; though every delegate was now of some humanoid decent to "ensure that everyone could understand one another" according to Supreme Chancellor
No
Emperor Palpatine.
Some called is racist or speciest, other ignored the problem and others merely knew better than to speak out against the Empire. Either way the Senate was still in session. Republic Credits were still being used, though, they were in the process of being fazed out and Haal Symeel was still a senator.
With a considerable amount of disgust Symeel put the blaster into the Imperial issued utility belt and put on his Imperial cap.
Symeel Jumped into his speeder and began towards the Senate Chambers.
The speeder stalled in the parking section; but, there wasn't much farther to go anyway, so without a foul thought Symeel got out of the speeder and began to inspect the fusion coils.
anything could be wrong with the blasted thing; based on the lack of knowledge Symeel had about mechanics. For ten minutes he stood there trying to figure out of he was looking at a Fusion Coil or a inner tube power coupling.
Another speeder came along not much longer and landed next to Symeel's; Symeel identified the man in the speeder instantly. A friend of his and a Senator from the Yurian system.
"Haal..." the man greeted. "...what's wrong?" he asked. Symeel stood up from the fusion coil/power coupling conundrum and faced the man.
"Hello Tarye..." he greeted back. "...I don't know it just stopped moving." He explained.
"It's probably the power coupling." Tarye Nestin explained. Symeel, gave a forced smile.
"I thought as much."
"Would you like me to stay?" Tarye asked; Symeel smiled at the generous idea; but, shook his head.
"No thank you; I'll meet you in session."
"Alright, I've got to head to the Imperial Cells first and pick up something." Tarye flashed a smile to Symeel and flew off.
It took Haal fifteen minutes of fiddling to get the speeder to hover above ground again and he promptly put it into a proper parking place and set off to walk the rest of the way and deal with the machine after session.
In the distance Symeel could see the Jedi Temple, since the day it was infiltrated it had been redone and fixed up; by order of Palpatine himself. A lot of people had opinions on why he had decided to do that as well; but, none of them made sense and it didn't really matter.
Another 'strange' thing Palpatine had demanded done was the total shut down of the industrial district. He used the excuse that it was so vast that rouge Jedi could gather there and his solution was to raid it, destroy everything insight and close it down using the largest establishment of Ray Shields in the galaxy.
Some people found that peculiar; but, Symeel found it to be mildly uninteresting. The galaxy was a different place with the Empire in place; there was stability now, though that was fading too.
Within the first Galactic year there were rumors of a team of senators or ex-Republic pilots (non clones) starting a political rebellion; it wasn't long until that rumor was substantiated. The original name for this band was the Galactic People for a Galactic Republic or G.P.G.R. but in later days it had become simply "The Rebel Alliance".
They were a mysterious bunch, there somewhat of a scare in the capital in finding out who was actual a rebellion member and who was not. Moves were monitored, trips were chronicled. It was all to reserve peace.
Symeel stopped walking to look around, something he had not done in a couple of years. This was his life wasn't it?
The lights around the Senate turned Yellow, which indicated that session was about to begin. Symeel suddenly found himself in a rush. His stroll of a walk became quicker and that became a jog.
He was going to be late!
He was panicking he could feel his body tensing up, he could hear a loud scream all around him. The ground shook, the air split and suddenly Symeel realized that he was not in a state of panic. H
Symeel's neck arch up and in the air he could see the very distinguishable shape of a ship. Two bright lights fell from the ship and fell quickly and with silence towards the Imperial Cells.
The explosion rocked everything and Symeel flew through the air and landed atop of a speeder and cracked the window. Symeel's Forehead began to bleed and his sight was fading. He could see the Imperial Cells on fire and collapsing upon themselves as the Y-Wing began to turn for what seemed to be another attack run.
Symeel prayed to any god that would hear him that this would all end with him still alive. And then the Y-Wing unleashed to more Ray Shielded bombs. The ground shook.
Symeel blacked out.
The Republic no...
The Empire had now issued blasters for everyone who worked within the capital or on some sort of capital ship. The blasters weren't like the big ugly rifles the Stormtroopers used; no these blasters were smaller, cute by comparison; but they still packed quite a punch.
There was a time when politicians had no need to carry blasters; but, as mentioned before, times had changed. The keepers of the peace were reduced to failed assassins and the "free" republic had been replaced by a loosely controlled "Empire".
Some things had remained the same; the Senate still met to discuss galactic issues; though every delegate was now of some humanoid decent to "ensure that everyone could understand one another" according to Supreme Chancellor
No
Emperor Palpatine.
Some called is racist or speciest, other ignored the problem and others merely knew better than to speak out against the Empire. Either way the Senate was still in session. Republic Credits were still being used, though, they were in the process of being fazed out and Haal Symeel was still a senator.
With a considerable amount of disgust Symeel put the blaster into the Imperial issued utility belt and put on his Imperial cap.
Symeel Jumped into his speeder and began towards the Senate Chambers.
The speeder stalled in the parking section; but, there wasn't much farther to go anyway, so without a foul thought Symeel got out of the speeder and began to inspect the fusion coils.
anything could be wrong with the blasted thing; based on the lack of knowledge Symeel had about mechanics. For ten minutes he stood there trying to figure out of he was looking at a Fusion Coil or a inner tube power coupling.
Another speeder came along not much longer and landed next to Symeel's; Symeel identified the man in the speeder instantly. A friend of his and a Senator from the Yurian system.
"Haal..." the man greeted. "...what's wrong?" he asked. Symeel stood up from the fusion coil/power coupling conundrum and faced the man.
"Hello Tarye..." he greeted back. "...I don't know it just stopped moving." He explained.
"It's probably the power coupling." Tarye Nestin explained. Symeel, gave a forced smile.
"I thought as much."
"Would you like me to stay?" Tarye asked; Symeel smiled at the generous idea; but, shook his head.
"No thank you; I'll meet you in session."
"Alright, I've got to head to the Imperial Cells first and pick up something." Tarye flashed a smile to Symeel and flew off.
It took Haal fifteen minutes of fiddling to get the speeder to hover above ground again and he promptly put it into a proper parking place and set off to walk the rest of the way and deal with the machine after session.
In the distance Symeel could see the Jedi Temple, since the day it was infiltrated it had been redone and fixed up; by order of Palpatine himself. A lot of people had opinions on why he had decided to do that as well; but, none of them made sense and it didn't really matter.
Another 'strange' thing Palpatine had demanded done was the total shut down of the industrial district. He used the excuse that it was so vast that rouge Jedi could gather there and his solution was to raid it, destroy everything insight and close it down using the largest establishment of Ray Shields in the galaxy.
Some people found that peculiar; but, Symeel found it to be mildly uninteresting. The galaxy was a different place with the Empire in place; there was stability now, though that was fading too.
Within the first Galactic year there were rumors of a team of senators or ex-Republic pilots (non clones) starting a political rebellion; it wasn't long until that rumor was substantiated. The original name for this band was the Galactic People for a Galactic Republic or G.P.G.R. but in later days it had become simply "The Rebel Alliance".
They were a mysterious bunch, there somewhat of a scare in the capital in finding out who was actual a rebellion member and who was not. Moves were monitored, trips were chronicled. It was all to reserve peace.
Symeel stopped walking to look around, something he had not done in a couple of years. This was his life wasn't it?
The lights around the Senate turned Yellow, which indicated that session was about to begin. Symeel suddenly found himself in a rush. His stroll of a walk became quicker and that became a jog.
He was going to be late!
He was panicking he could feel his body tensing up, he could hear a loud scream all around him. The ground shook, the air split and suddenly Symeel realized that he was not in a state of panic. H
Symeel's neck arch up and in the air he could see the very distinguishable shape of a ship. Two bright lights fell from the ship and fell quickly and with silence towards the Imperial Cells.
The explosion rocked everything and Symeel flew through the air and landed atop of a speeder and cracked the window. Symeel's Forehead began to bleed and his sight was fading. He could see the Imperial Cells on fire and collapsing upon themselves as the Y-Wing began to turn for what seemed to be another attack run.
Symeel prayed to any god that would hear him that this would all end with him still alive. And then the Y-Wing unleashed to more Ray Shielded bombs. The ground shook.
Symeel blacked out.