So None Shall Go Hungry

[Davin Jusik]

Comrade Bin Tutis walked among the rubble strewn streets of Belgaroth with a look of a pained man. As he placed his cane on the ground and moved forward he thought back to eventful past weeks that had led to Belgaroth gaining their freedom from a powerful autocrat. A cruel businessman who had ran the planet with an iron fist, keeping the citizens in a perpetual state of slave labor as he continued to rake in ridiculous profits from their exploited labor. The road had taken years and cost Bun nearly everyone he'd ever cared about. His family, friends, and lovers had died over the near decade it took after his exile to gather the necessary materials to lead the revolution. Now the Free Peoples Socialist Collective sat as a beacon to like minded individuals throughout the galaxy. Those who sought Social Justice, Purpose, and all the benefits such a society could yield.

Several men with rifles in the red-green uniforms of the newly formed FPSC Army stopped and saluted as Tutis hobbled towards the newly created Residential Areas that The Party had formed after the autocrat's fall. Bin returned the groups salute and they continued their patrolThe area was essentially a large section of warehouses the Autocrat had stored various trinkets in, which had been converted into free housing. Thousands of formerly homeless citizens had gratefully accepted the offer the new government had extended them. Programs were in the works to create public schools, hospitals, water treatment facilities, and hydroponics centers to provide the people with access to all of life's necessities. It didn't matter what one's job happened to be or how low they'd been in their former lives, or even what species they were. Wages had been standardized, eliminating the disparity that had plagued so many before. Comrade Tutis made the same amount of credits as a factory worker. The massive surplus of industry the planet held was finally being redistributed amongst it's citizens and contacts with other nations were being made to promote diplomacy and trade.

Of course people had been killed to achieve this, those who would've killed the FPSC in it's most infant stages. Those who'd supported the hegemony that had ruled for so long were shown no quarter. Anything detrimental to the revolution was to be removed.

The future was looking so bright but despite this Bin still felt the pain of his dead fellows.

Bin continued along his path, nodding to those he saw as he moved towards the FPSC's first true accomplishment as a nation.

 

[Hardrad Domingo]

Belgaroth was always a world of decay. The buildings never seemed to stay standing, mud and grime got into everything, smog hung low over Belgaroth, and the water ran thick. The world was ruined, and perpetually in decay. It took tremendous efforts to make small gains and the harsh world fostered a cut-throat kill-or-be-killed mentality. Beyond the cities walls, Droidbreakers feasted on the planetwide sprawl of scrap and refuse, destroyed starships and unwanted scrap. Hope was a precious commodity, one that was hard to find and easy to lose. Despite this grim world, there was a spark. A spark of hope that was growing by the soul into a blazing torch, one deed at a time.

One such simple deed was Hardrad's concentration as he held the half-ton support beam up, the other workers scrambling to weld it properly in place. Chains were wrapped around the pole, others keeping it level as the arcwelders flared to life. The giant man's breath was slow and meticulous, sweat blotting his brow as he kept his nerves steady. He was holding the beam for barely fourty seconds over his head when he got a strong slap on the shoulder, jarring his concentration. As his arms lessened their load, he found the beam was holding its own under the welds.

"Great work, Comrade General," admired one of the workers, nodding at their combined handiwork. The construction of the Hydroponics plant was slow, tedious, and worst of all dangerous. The heavy machinery used in the process were haphazardly co-opted into their role, most designed for macro-scale scrap-work. The work was getting done though, somehow, because everyone chipped in. Hardrad examined the job approvingly himself as the construction continued on around him. One of many Hydroponics plants being constructed, this plant would attempt to purify water from the various sources, and use that to create clean and fresh food.

Wiping his brow, Hardrad turned to leave the plant, waving to his fellow workers. He'd been working for most of the day, and still had some duties on par with his office as Comrade General of the FPSC, such as seeing to his soldiers and discussing doctrine details with Comrade Bin, the defacto Voice of the People. He'd only known the man a short time, and while their approaches to the myriad situations differed, they both agreed on their roles and places.

"Well, speak of Sith," Hardrad roared as he spotted none other than Bin Tutis hobbling his way towards the plant under construction, "Greetings, Comrade Speaker! How's the leg?"

It was a rhetorical question, but it was an appropriate one. Hardrad didn't often count someone he could speak as a peer to, but the strong spirit of Bin had more than earned the giant Soldier's respect, "I hope you're here to see the new plant, we've just finished the piping and supports. With a little more effort," He spoke to Bin plainly, in a friendly happy tone, "we should be able to start growing within the week."

Hardrad wiped his hands on his pantlegs, roughspun overalls that served well enough for the kinds of manual labor Hardrad was involved in currently, and decidedly more underspoken than his usual Plasteel armor. To Hardrad, it wasn't always with a sword or shield that he could best serve his society. Albeit, those were the tools he most often was called upon to wield.

 

[Daxton Bane]

They knew him as Comrade Zao, an supporter since the earliest days of the Revolution. He had used his connections to smuggled arms, supplies and droids they used for the initial attack. Although he did not particle in the actual fighting, many credited his deeds to making their triumph possible.

Cloaked in a dark green cloak he was still as a shadow as he waited for the pair to acknowledge his presence. The investment he had made in their little adventure would soon pay back dividends if he obtains the concessions he would seek. After all who in their right might would even consider looking for one of his lairs in this planet so far off the grid.

Drawing in another breath, he savored the metallic rusty air that so reminded him of freshly spilled blood. Yes, there was still much work to be done.

 

[Davin Jusik]

[member="Hardrad Domingo"]

"Hello Hardrad." Bin replied to the hulking man as he approached the work effort. The beast of a man had been instrumental in the Revolution, leading large groups of proletariat against security forces with an unbound rage, terrifying many of the enemy before their deaths. A pure expression of the necessary violence that would be required to maintain the state.

"Numb as always." Bin said with a short chuckle, he viewed what'd happened to him as a necessary price for the Revolution, and many others had payed with their lives. "Good. Our people need this. To know that we won't betray their confidence with false promises. How's the Army holding?"

 

[Davin Jusik]

[member="Daxton Bane"]
Bin took note of the arms dealer who was standing off to one side, while he wasn't even close to trusting the man, the force user had provided valuable assistance early in the revolution.

 

[Daxton Bane]

"Greetings comrades. I trust our contribution to the Revolution proved to be helpful. A glorious new dawn for your people." The being they knew as Comrade Zao said with a smile on his face. It would greatly pay dividends for the Sith to have another world as a production base. Never one to put all his eggs in one basket, he minimized the risk to his operations this way.