The Decline and Fall of the Republic

[Asher]

It was basic, yet it weighed nicely in his hand. Finger on the trigger, ready to pull, wanting to pull. Except his body wouldn’t allow it. No matter how he tried to twist and turn it, the truth of the matter would still remain the same. Aton was frozen in place with a gun pointed at a stranger. It wasn’t the way his mother had raised him to be or how he would ever want to see himself, yet here he stood. He might have been a creature of pride, yet in this one moment he felt all but pride run rampant through his system. Questioning himself, perhaps. Judging himself, absolutely. What was the plan? There was no plan. At least on the Rekali kid’s behalf. Just the empty hole left by the loss of his parent and idol.

His eyes scanned along the surface of the blaster and its crosshairs. There was a cramped sensation in his hand accompanied by a burn throughout his entire arm. He was getting tired. The blaster slumped by his side and whacked him by the thigh. In an instant it would seem that the kid who had been so sure he was doing the right thing only a few minutes ago was now hesitating. There he stood in front of a crowd of who-knows-how-many people looking like the pathetic mess he felt like.

Was this what his mother would want him to be remembered as? A rebel who didn’t know what it was that he was actually fighting for?

No.

Probably not. Yet she wouldn’t want him to just stand idly by as the people who murdered her got off the hook as if it was nothing.

It didn’t matter. The former supreme chancellor called for a march towards the Senate and the people around him started to move.

“Keep the gun. If we are lucky, nobody’s gonna need it. Ever.”

Aton raised his head to look for the man who had already disappeared.

“...Yeah.” Instinct kicked in and he strapped the blaster by the inside of his belt.

The march circled around him like a rock in a river and he let the worst of the crowd pass him by until it was just him and a few of the hesitant stragglers.

And then, Aton went home.

Sometimes, you just couldn’t fix a problem by punching the right man in the face.

But he sure as hell wanted to.

[member="Nick Sept"] [member="Aleidis Zrgaat"]

 

[Kenrath]

[member="Aleidis Zrgaat"] [member="Nick Sept"] [member="Aton Gyndar"] [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]


Cole laughed out loud shaking his head. These people were doing more harm to the Republic they claimed to want to protect than any single corrupt Prime Minister could have ever done and they didn't even realize it. Chaos breeding Chaos to protest Chaos. It was almost Shakespearean in it's ridiculousness.

"You are all insane and you are making it worse not better."

Cole let the mob pass him by remaining in place until it the end got half a click away from him and then he slowly followed. Curious as to what would happen. Part of him hoped the Mob would get engage by military or guard forces before it ever made it anywhere to do any damage. The other part of him was wondered exactly how far the Republic had devolved.

 

[Arabella Darkhold]

Arabella watched the holofeed.

She smiled from her home on Atrisia, "See, this is what happens when there is no control"

She shook her head, "Please bring the tea!"

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

On Nar Shaddaa, the Republic destroyed civilian areas in an attempt to deny them to Black Sun. Civilian casualties were high.

Somewhere, Sarge fondly reminisces over the dragon the Black Sun used to attack the Republic delegation.

 

[Selena Halcyon]

Selena never would have thought bringing down an organized crime syndicate and the evil monstrosity of an Empire would ever be considered grounds for evil. If those were the conditions of evil then she must have been the greatest villain the galaxy had ever seen. Worse than Omni and his robot legions. Akala destroying Corellia and ripping it asunder. Nevermind, Darth Apparatus and his destroying of Donanyd. No... bringing down the evils of the galaxy was a far far worse evil.