Zesh Harko
Operator
HARKO
LOCATION: ROTHANA | Confederacy Capitol
TAGS:
Xazzex Xivar
GEAR: Borrowed clothes, no weapons
LISTNEING: spaceport ambiance
“From this day forward, our Confederacy will flourish and be respected again all across the galaxy. We will not allow ourselves to be taken advantage of any longer. Our sovereignty will be reclaimed. Our safety will be restored. The scales of justice will be rebalanced. Starlight is pouring over our sector, and the Confederacy has the chance to seize this opportunity like never before.”
A pre-recorded holoprojection played in the terminal of the Rothana capital spaceport. A dramatic voiceover preached praises of the Confederacy to a visual montage of accomplishments. City skylines, starship fleets, universities, noble-looking squads of armored soldiers flanked by droids, industrial and tech centers brimming with innovation.
Harko sighed. He’d sat through the long video loop three times as he waited on a barely cushioned bench against one of the terminal’s towering polished metal walls. Upon his arrival he was instructed to wait there. He occasionally glanced around to see if anybody might be holding up a sign with his name on it.
Swaths of people fluttered through the building. Some looked like government attachés and corporate representatives. Their high-heels and dress shoes clacked echoes in the metallic rotunda. While Harko sat alone wearing the drab spacer clothing that the recruiter had most graciously lent to him. At least he blended in with the commoners dragging their luggage with them into the check-in lines and out of the cold Rothanian weather.
He wasn’t appropriately dressed for a job interview but it was better than the prison jumper he had woken up in. That would have earned him more than a few side-eye glances from the patrolling security guards.
“From this day forward,” the projection looped again. Harko wasn’t usually nervous. He had once been able to slip in effortlessly in places just like this. The right clothes, the right smile, the right mind tricks. Where had that man gone?
He’d had time to do research on the flight to Rothana. The galaxy had taken a dark shift in the time that Harko was frozen. The fall of the Rimward Trade League, the fracturing of the Tingel Arm Coalition, the Dark Empire’s grip on the inner core; it was all horrifying. Even the once all-powerful Galactic Alliance was unable to halt the darkness circling it like a noose. The expanding shadow of dark side influence seemed unstoppable.
This all made Harko even more suspicious about the Confederacy’s motives. His research into them found many familiar faces of the Outer Rim. Sectorist planetary governors and corporate interests. Some things never change, but the question remained in his mind; was evil puppeting them as well? He did not sense any force sickness within the place but he wasn’t fully convinced. The dark side was difficult to sense. Not that it matters, at least not at the moment. He needed to regroup, collect himself and form a plan for this fresh chapter.
“-the chance to seize this opportunity like never before,” the voiceover unintentionally mirrored Harko’s own thoughts. Perhaps there was.
A pre-recorded holoprojection played in the terminal of the Rothana capital spaceport. A dramatic voiceover preached praises of the Confederacy to a visual montage of accomplishments. City skylines, starship fleets, universities, noble-looking squads of armored soldiers flanked by droids, industrial and tech centers brimming with innovation.
Harko sighed. He’d sat through the long video loop three times as he waited on a barely cushioned bench against one of the terminal’s towering polished metal walls. Upon his arrival he was instructed to wait there. He occasionally glanced around to see if anybody might be holding up a sign with his name on it.
Swaths of people fluttered through the building. Some looked like government attachés and corporate representatives. Their high-heels and dress shoes clacked echoes in the metallic rotunda. While Harko sat alone wearing the drab spacer clothing that the recruiter had most graciously lent to him. At least he blended in with the commoners dragging their luggage with them into the check-in lines and out of the cold Rothanian weather.
He wasn’t appropriately dressed for a job interview but it was better than the prison jumper he had woken up in. That would have earned him more than a few side-eye glances from the patrolling security guards.
“From this day forward,” the projection looped again. Harko wasn’t usually nervous. He had once been able to slip in effortlessly in places just like this. The right clothes, the right smile, the right mind tricks. Where had that man gone?
He’d had time to do research on the flight to Rothana. The galaxy had taken a dark shift in the time that Harko was frozen. The fall of the Rimward Trade League, the fracturing of the Tingel Arm Coalition, the Dark Empire’s grip on the inner core; it was all horrifying. Even the once all-powerful Galactic Alliance was unable to halt the darkness circling it like a noose. The expanding shadow of dark side influence seemed unstoppable.
This all made Harko even more suspicious about the Confederacy’s motives. His research into them found many familiar faces of the Outer Rim. Sectorist planetary governors and corporate interests. Some things never change, but the question remained in his mind; was evil puppeting them as well? He did not sense any force sickness within the place but he wasn’t fully convinced. The dark side was difficult to sense. Not that it matters, at least not at the moment. He needed to regroup, collect himself and form a plan for this fresh chapter.
“-the chance to seize this opportunity like never before,” the voiceover unintentionally mirrored Harko’s own thoughts. Perhaps there was.
