Location: Outskirts of Chasin City
Objective: To aid Commoner's people
Wearing: slumming as a local
Interaction: none at this posting
There was much she had learned the past few weeks on Commenor.
She had come to know and love the Commenorii much like her own people on Alderaan. They were both strong willed and with an undying spirit, even in the face of their oppressors. And both people were not foolish. Both remained patient, waiting for the ebb of time to wear the stone down before it were to be striked.
The stone were their oppressors, the sith, the vermin of their galaxy whom infested and spoiled all that which were good and common to those who lived among the free stars. The sith were also in so many ways like that of a plague, a deadly disease that came on expectantly and in great numbers. The sith worked in the same manner as a plague; to overwhelm, and weaken it's host.
But like the plague, the sith would run their course upon it's host, where then it could do little more than struggle to hold on fast what was slipping through it's grasp.
Weeks had passed since Marina had returned to Commenor. She had been to this beloved system during the sith attack, doing what she could; to save as many refugees fleeing the slaughter of the initial sith strikes that were meant to not only disable the Commenorii military, but to strike fear and despair to the populace. At first, the sith accomplished both. But why wouldn't they, when they rained down upon the system like that of a meteor storm?
But fear is one's first reaction to the disruption of civil serenity. It is a human trait, a fail safe triggering mechanism of survival. Then comes reasoning...
The sith, like all oppressors come with might, fury, hate and conviction. The initial battle lines give way to the oppressor for they come battle prepared, in force, and with might.
But like all oppressive forces, their strength soon must give. For this strength is like a muscle...and it tires..
Where it had come flexing might and power as a conqueror, that muscle for the most part settled to become warden...policeman.
In the weeks which followed the initial sith attack, it pretty much became that. No occupying force could ever sustain the same or equal amount of force as it had during it's offensive strikes, history to the learned, always reveal.
The sith occupation became more and more of a police action and administration. Sure, many of the Commenors found out to be whispering resistance were taken in both daylight and night. But this did not deter the spirit of the people, no. This strengthened their convictions, these impotent police actions set upon them by their oppressors, the sith. For the sith, like all of their kind and likenesses could never win the hearts and minds of the people. No conqueror can; history republished.
"Oh?..." Marina looked up at the sparse few clouds and much blue skies.
"...a storm coming? Really?" She looked about, quite unbelieving they were going to be hit midday with a thunderstorm.
" ....I don't think it even calls for any showers to....day-"She stopped mid sentence, turning with bated breath to
Hazel, the kindergarten teacher she had come to secure an aid position, the past two weeks.
Hazel knew who Marina was and through the Commenorii underground network had agreed to take her on as an aid. This was more due to the fact that Marina was a pilot. One which had been vouched for by the underground as being the ideal pilot that could be close to the children and not raise suspicion. besides, marina had a Doctorate degree in political science, giving her real credit to actually teach. The school district was then ideal. Ideal for what she would be called on to do in a moment's notice; evacuate the children.
In the meantime, all her credentials had been successfully transferred through the educational galactic network...despite that avenue being closely scrutinized by the current overlords, the sith. But it were all legit, her credentials and the school district taking her on as an aid. The pay had come to be below standards during these dark times even for teachers. And many teachers had ...disappeared, gone to re-education camps. What little remained were hardly enough to staff even the smallest schools. But then again, the sith attack months ago had taken it's toll on many civilians, many families perished under the sith artillery and air raids.
But life, spirit and hearts continued to beat, despite the marching of storm-trooper boots...their policemen.
" Ohh..." Marina's voice dropped, getting a lump in her throat.
"We best then prepare the children for the rains...." She looked over to the children playing, oblivious to the storm approaching over the horizon.
They were innocent. The horror they had suffered months ago during the attacks seemed to have passed over them. It were like so with children. Marina wished she had that much resiliency as the children. But she could not erase what she had bared witness too here on Commenor. Still, the resiliency of the children gave her strength. Strength that overpowered the fears. There was no room for fear in her heart, just her love for the Commenorii children. her life was theirs.
Hazel looked over to marina and gave her a forced smile...it were for the children's sake.
Marina nodded and did same, before calling out across the playground...
" Ok! ..
Come on, everyone... recess is over...
It were then at that very moment that the school bell sounded off early for recess to end.
"Everyone...come on...inside..." She and hazel clapped their hands to draw the children's attention.
"Lena...Kassey...come on you two!..." Marina motioned with her hand for the two girls to come off the swings and to her.
"Yes, everyone inside..."
Edited by Marina DeVoe, 10 October 2018 - 02:41 PM.