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OLD TIMERS
TWO YEARS

The screen flips on as the headline of GNN Galactic News Network passes across the screen. The face of an older man with ebony hair which was obviously a troupe sit properly as he speaks,

Good evening everyone I am Tom Nightsider and this is GNN News.

We have several reports for you today, but first our lead story... 


Two years after an accident with a planetary defensive weapon went awry, causing the core of the planet to become unstable and self-destruct. This according to Imperial reports, which left many across the galaxy mourning and debating the tragedy that left billions of dead and thousands more homeless. On Coruscant, there will be quiet observances led by the emperor over the Holonet this evening from the senate. Several of the Imperial entertainers' guild will do tributes to the galaxy with Mika Torn heading ling an event on Deneon this evening, while several groups will protest what some quietly are calling an attack by the Empire on its own worlds in several places. Imperial officials state that they will be out in force ready to break up any threats to the peace and somberness of this day of Installer mourning. They remind us that this a time to come together and not tear ourselves apart considering rumours being spread accusing the empire of heinous acts upon its people.


Two years..... .... 
Two years...... ....

It had been two years since she had lost everything her home, her history, her family. Now she had nothing but hate for those she once saw as heroes. She had seen the last years of the Republic as a small child, how it brought nothing but death and destruction across the galaxy. She remembered her father talking about it. He had told her how the people never wanted to fight and have armies march onto their lands. How the Jedi who had been charged with keeping the peace showed up with an army and started the war. Make sure he was loyal to the republic and was against the separatist her father thought the war was not needed. If someone did not want to be part of the republic, that was fine. The Jedi had been wrong to force the issue. But then the war started, and he did all he could to help. Thank the goddess for the Chancellor, a man who was sensible and saw through the Jedi. So much so they tried to kill him. It was an agreeable thing the army was more loyal to the chancellor than to the Jedi, turning on their treacherous master and standing with the people of the republic. Well, it was not that anymore, her father supposed. 

So the republic became an empire and the people, the people who were no all-powerful, prospered. Sure, you had people like the Orgeanas who some saw as usurpers quietly saying the empire was stealing rights and murdering people. But that was what happened when power changed hands, right? For a normal businessman like her father, who had no care for all that the Empire brought prosperity and safety. It also saw a change in society. Now where people were once stuck in their station in life there were new opportunities for people to better their station in life.

But then it happened her home was destroyed. Her family with it and she discovered that it was her heroes, not a freak accident that destroyed her home. They had broken her heart and shattered her faith. She had even begun to question the jedi’s roll in the wars. Guess what they say is true, you can’t listen to someone else's truth you have to find your own. ... 

As a young woman with light brown hair ice-blue eyes wearing a simple pair of black pants white shirt and a thin blue jacket turned the corner in the busy city street, she noticed a giant billboard that said Mika Torn in concert tonight at the grand theatre 7. She crinkled her nose, the great songbird of the empire bet the imps were all giddy that their golden girl had come to sing their worries away. They can watch their birdie as Isadora K'Sharyn worked to take all that the empire loved. Heroes can be villains just depends on who is telling the story. Mika was the empire’s hero and Isadora belonged to the rebellions. Two women very much the same, two women who would never meet.

She stopped at an open-air vendor who was selling nerf burgers and different meats as she started to "haggle" over the product as she noticed the stormtroopers stationed outside the nearby Garrison. She knew today was the day now was the time. The Empire had turned Denon into a fortress world. Granted it was at the center to two trade routes, but that made no sense for them to do that. Why the Golan’s, the never-ending inspections and surplus numbers of troops walking up and down the street. It made no sense. 

Until rumours reached the rebels of a secret Imperial weapons factory on the planet turning out high-end military-grade weapons to be shipped to Imperial units all over the galaxy reached the ears of the rebellion. 

The rebellion she was not sure if they were the right cure, but they at least seemed to have the ideals and the will to take down these murders. And that’s why she joined. Not because she believed in the idea of a republic. Not because some group of wizards were wiped out fairly or unfairly. No, she joined to keep more innocents from dying. Which was why she was standing across from the Imperial garrisons with other like-minded people getting ready to help unburden the imperial troops of such dangerous cargo? 

From the corner of her right eye, she saw it. The imperial caravan pulled out on the street with her rumoured quarry, turning right down the busy street toward the starport. 

Because of rebel activity on other worlds, the imps had turned this place into a major weapons productions facility with his wares going out in medical crates with a two-armed speeder in front and back and an armed slow-moving boxy looking transport. Isadora paid the owner as she took the goods put her left hand in her pocket signalling the others as she headed down a side alley to her waiting Barc speeder bike and to join the others who were waiting to stop the convey.
Tabetha/Hunt
I got out of the bed today.
Swear to god couldn't see my face. I got out of the bed today starin at a a ghost.
Who forgot to float away didn't have all that much to say couldn't even tell his own name or where my body goes.
-Winter Sleep Weighty Ghost
It's an animal thing
Riddick

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