Meow
The planet of Felacat was a broken peaceful society under the rule of the CIS Government; whose governing body was designed to collect the cats into a rule of happy slavery. The rich, like most enriched planets, thrived under a structured thumb of government, whilst those classes beneath the entitled struggled to etch out a means of survival. By fault, or design, or untethered hatred; some of the citizens began to feel a squeeze, a suffocation of their freedom. The Felacatian puppet government, as it was called by those seeking a break from the CIS, done nothing to appease and ease the trouble minds of the cats. But one kitty did, and she held an idea.
To break the mind of oppression, the heads of state needed to be severed from body of government. The tongues of CIS supporters needed to be cut, dried, and strung across lines of razor wire; dangling red fluid beneath a leafless tree cascading rotting meat bits falling into a cold stream. But she couldn't wage open war without drawing attention to her sworn loyalty of the Eternal Empire, and though it pained to see her birth place engaged under a different philosophy; she wasn't powerless to make her mark.
Perched upon a bug infested log, counting in her mind the beetles that were dancing through the corpses of weaker insects; her cybernetic eyes stared down into the capital of Susi City poised to make her statement. She, personally, couldn't enter The Felecatian Senate Palace without drawing undue attention to herself. Chaos was the only concept to spark a rebellion, and so she handed the dossier to
Dired Mieflow
speaking only four words, "Kill Senator Zhizoer Mihaly." Ordering the death of her own Father, to some, would seem like patricide; but he should have known this was would come back to him full circle. He should have never sold her life to the Jedi, and eventually would create the beast she was today. Killing him by her hand would bring no pleasure, but knowing he was murdered by another was orgasmic.
