NR: Return to Coruscant

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NR: Return to Coruscant

Post by Gamaliel »

It had been a long, trying experience for Krant Moyen, Senator of Essles in the New Republic Senate. And now it was time to return home.

Their sleek silver diplomatic cruiser slipped through the space lanes, it's chrome hull reflecting the marvelous blues, greens, reds, and grays that eminated from Coruscant's surface.

He watched this all happen on the left wing outside his window, as he sat, bandaged and patched up, in the main salon. In the same room were Senator Andel Strato of Chandrila, (who had been relieved of his medical care duties in favor of a better trained staff onboard) and a lone Elite Senatorial guard, dressed in his usual blue robes.

Aftwards, in the Medical Bay, was Senator Jaren Zarovich, who had sustained a rather dangerous wound to the chest. Further aftwards, in the ship's single detention cell, was Alexstranza Alyasha'ra, former CEO of the now frozen BFMBI, or Bothawui Financial Markets and Banking Industriest.

What had started a week ago as a Senate Subcommittee's investigation of illegal practices of Alyasha'ra and her company at BFMBI's Bothawui Spacedocks, quickly spiraled into a messy extraction complete with assassin droids and the New Republic's most elite troops. Moyen's head spun even now, looking back on the week's events.

But now, he was returning to Coruscant, where the ship would land at the Senate complex. The Senate, which had proven itself as a most ineffective ruling body for the umpteenth time, was adjourned for a long recess. Moyen would take advantage of this recess to head back to his home on Essles for some rest, relaxation and healing, before returning to Coruscant to attend the Senatorial Trial of 'Criminal-Against-the-Republic' Alexstranza Alyasha'ra.

He had not wanted her to get away after her first escapade against the Principality of Atrius, but unfortunately, the red tape of bureauocracy had allowed her to worm her way out of any penalties. But now, by the wounds on his body and those of his fellow Senator's, he knew she would not get away from him this time.

He sat back in his chair, attaching the restraints, as the ship's repulsors kicked in, and the craft began its descent into Coruscant's atmosphere. Like any landing in one of these craft, it was flawless and extremely comfortable, and soon enough the ships had landed on one of the many Senate complex's landing pads.

Eager to smell unrecycled air, Moyen hurried to hatch, and strode down the short ramp. Waiting for him was Prime Minister Emphrates Tilden and a smattering of other VIPs. A quiet, private return was just what Moyen had been hoping for, and was just what he got. The air, however, was not what he was hoping for; it was, of course, the scrubbed air of the super polluted Coruscant, lacking the fresh tinge to it of Essles' air.

Behind him descended Senator Strato, and shortly thereafter, Senator Zarovich was wheeled off in a hoverchair; a measure Moyen suspected was unecessary, but the overzealous Medical Crew had probably insisted on it. Knowing them, it was probably a compromise.

Everyone was smiling tremendously, this triumphant return of the Senate's best providing a happy, if though isolated, moment in the currently grim state of the Republic. Despite the Prime Minister's best efforts, the new New Republic he had been trying to create hadn't emerged completely. He was still plagued by ineffective branches of government, a mismanaged military, and most likely countless other problems that Moyen was not aware of.

But despite this, the three Senator's return was some solace during this period of worry about an Imperial invasion of Coruscant, a loss of fringe planets, and the Chief Senator's (and the Senate's) current status. And this solace was especially sweetened, however, when The Bothan Banker was escorted down the gangplank by six heavily armed guards.

They would've cheered. No words having been spoken yet, the silence increased the drama of the situation; the orange of the ever-setting sun casting a nostalgia-inducing glow over the group there gathered, and over the duracrete landing field, giving it a quasi-humanity. The bothan showed no signs of remorse, or any emotion for that matter, making her steely gray-brown furred body seem even less alive than the duracrete surrounding her.

The silence was broken, however, as the no-fly zone over the Senate was disrupted, as ten black silhouettes appearred in the western sky. Slowly, as they descended, their dark silver hulls became visible, glinting off the orange sunlight.

The ships were what was once Ms. Alyasha'ra's "Security Defense Fleet", a private micronavy consisting of 6 Brigand-class Assault Frigates, and 4 Perilous-class Destroyers. They were piloted by full crews on loan from the New Republic Navy. The ships, surrounded by a portion of the Senate's garrison of E-Wings and A-Wings, slowly touched down on the vast landing field.

Prime Minister Tilden was the first to look away from the view, to Moyen and his two fellow Senators. He greeted them with these words, not amazingly dramatic or romantic, but remarkably soothing in their own right:

"Welcome home, gentlemen."
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