Zeltron Rights Now! (Protest at Kesh - All Zeltrons Invited)

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

It began when somebody -- won't say who, but somebody -- towed a little space station to Zeltros. And, from there, up the Rimma to Wild Space and the planet Kesh.

Kesh, a planet whose king had recently signed into law the Anti-Zeltron and James Justice Immigration Act.

Now a space platform full of indignant Zeltrons had taken up orbit around Kesh. Not the most precise orbit in the 'verse, to be sure, but good enough for the moment. And as the station drifted through space, a drone-edged banner unfurled behind it.

ZELTRON RIGHTS NOW​

Aboard the station, Mara sipped a mojito. Someone had turned one of the hangars into a beach-slash-concert. For the first time, she could sort of feel like she was more than just half-Zeltron. The mojito helped.

[member="Solan Charr"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="James Justice"] AND SO FORTH

 

[Isaiah Dashiell]

To be honest, Isaiah didn't care which planet banned which species from whatever they wanted to do. To him, it wasn't his problem.

HOWEVER,

Izzy loved him some Zeltrons. And so he was right there with them, half partying, half protesting, half spending all of his credits from his last job on booze to impress the ladies. Yes. Tonight he was getting some very, VERY pink tail.

He too, sipped a mojito.

[member="Magdalena Lethe"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Trust Zeltrons to turn a protest into a party.

Not that Joza was complaining—but she was furious after waking up one morning and checking HNN to see that one of her good friends had signed an Anti-Zeltron Immigration act on the planet he ruled. Oh, and [member="James Justice"]. He was prohibited too, but she wasn’t so sure as to why he needed to be included special considering he was half Zeltron.

Were half Zeltrons allowed then? What about quarter Zeltrons? Would she and her child be barred from visiting one of Joza’s closest friends? Needless to say, she’d left [member="Solan Charr"] countless angry messages and was liable to smack the glasses off of his face should she see him again. But not on Kesh because she wasn’t allowed there. Apparently. For some reason.

The drink of choice, Joza sipped a (virgin) mojito as she watched two topless pink women flounce past. “ZELTRON LIVES MATTER” was scrawled across their bare chests.

[member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Isaiah Dashiell"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

(Yall know that act was non Canon right? Its in the tag under the title?)

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

[member="Solan Charr"]

OOC/

I am so disappointed right now you have no idea.

Changing tag.

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]


OOC/

My apologies... now, proceed with your protesting.

 

[Isaiah Dashiell]

/ooc

Me too

 

[Klesta]

"The King of Kesh has banned Zeltrons fron their planet!" Tiffany alerted her boss.

"What do you mean, they banned Zeltrons?"

"Senator, we ought to go to Kesh and deliver our message in person. His Majesty may not trust the Techno Empire, but they guaranteed safe Zeltron passage in their territory in response to this act"

"Utinni! The Republic will not stand for this! We used to hold Zeltros, this is an insult to all Zeltrons! We worked so hard to gain the trust of the Zeltrons, we can't let that go away!"

Klesta moved to yet another diplomatic mission, this time to Kesh: on Jiroch-Reslia he went, for the first time setting foot in First Order-land; he brought his stocky Zeltron of an assistant and, on Tiffany's whim, Klesta was en route to Kesh, resetting the transponder to display Justice for Zeltrons as the name of the ship. And so he was, protesting the Anti-Zeltron and James Justice Immigration Act. As if the Republic needed extra hurdles to rebuild! Klesta was there in an attempt to understand the motives that led the King of Kesh to sign such an horrible piece of legislation. Klesta was more than just outraged: he fought for what he believed was right. His ship was loaded with Zeltrons living on Yutan, all ready to bring their signs, saying "Zeltron lives matter", "Justice for Zeltrons", "No justice, no peace, kark the king (or alternatively police)", as well as other slogans, alongside alcohol, turntables, as well as a sound system. As a Jawa, he never understood why Zeltrons feel the need to bring alcohol, turntables or sound systems to a protest.

[member="Isaiah Dashiell"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

#ZeltronLivesMatter!


Naturally Elpsis had to show solidarity with this righteous cause and take a stand against the unfettered, oppressive, racist despotism that held sway over Kesh. After all, she was all about personal freedom.


Somehow showing solidarity with the Zeltrons intersected with wearing as little clothing as the censors on a PG-13 board would allow. Thusly, she suddenly showed up at Joza's side, just when the two lovely pink ladies raced past. "Hey. I, like, totally fething support you guys," she declared. Naturally she had a mojito to sip.


[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Thraxis]

For any Zeltron to be opposed to such an act, then they were nothing more then swine. He knew this to be true, and it seemed that there was some common ground between him and Solan in this regard. He knew he wasn't aloud to even touch Kesh, but boy howdy, was he going to stand against the Zeltron incursion.

A message flared, directed towards Solan Charr,

Dear Solan,

I know we have had our differences... I know that you hate me for.... well I ain't really all that sure why you hate me. But when it comes to this, #ZeltronLivesDon'tMatter, as a Zeltron, as your opposition. I can say with a tear in my eye. It is good to know there is someone else out there, with the same idea in mind. So ignore those damn dirty breeders. In fact, if I was in your shoes, while they are all in one place... well. Lets just say sterilization is a good method of getting rid of rodents.

From, Thraxis.

He so badly wanted to be there, watching his estranged kinsmen stand up like the vile monkeys they were, rooting, snorting, it was all a Zeltron ever done. If only they could be a more productive member of Society. Or even, just decent people. But alas, he knew otherwise, in that rally it would be like being on Zeltros again, their dirtied scents, their sickened pheromones lacing the air around them, in fact. That alone could cause troubles for Solan. If they would stop snorting and start projecting, they might be able to trick the poor man.

As the thoughts ran through his mind, he laid back in his chair, a ship situated on a not too far away planet, even then sitting on the Moon to make sure they hadn't to worry about any bounty hunters or anyone trying to rat him out to Solan. He imagined that having his support was something he didn't exactly want.
[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[James Justice]

James was drunk. As usual. But he would not let his quantitative amounts of imbibed alcohol stop him from protesting this evil. Sure the half-zeltron was a liberal drunk. Sure he violated dozens--if not thousands--of laws. Sure he smuggled mercenaries and armed contraband.


Oh wait... was it the other way around?

His ship came out of hyperspace and a glorious declaration was spray painted along its side:

JUSTICE FOR ALL ZELTRONS

The spacer pulled his ship alongside this space station carried by four topless Zeltron goddess-like women. All around him, the magenta-skinned women of extreme opulence danced, their hearts gladdened, their pheromones filling the air. James was carried right into the thick of the party. All along the way he was tossing from him cigarettes, space weed, credits, and mardi gras beads to those around him. As the set him down on the stage of the concert. A mystical shroud covered him as he stormed the mic and stole it away. Instantly it vanished and all would see the glory that is Swag Justice:

Spoiler

"MY PEOPLE!" James roared, grabbing a random--er-- female with his free hand, "LET'S PARTY!!!"

[member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]
[member="Isaiah Dashiell"]
[member="Joza Perl"]
[member="Solan Charr"]
[member="Klesta"]
[member="Elpsis Elaris"]
[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Klesta]

As Senator of Hosnian Prime he also called for any Zeltron living on Hosnian Prime to come to Kesh; however Klesta would not provide for any of them to come to Kesh. Understandably many of those who came to Kesh from Hosnian Prime were student-aged people: here Klesta was to show, alongside the other Zeltrons, that the Zeltrons from the galaxy were all united behind a single cause of outrage. But several of the big Zeltron names are already present. Trust Zeltrons to bring along boom boxes, megaphones, as well as kegs of alcohol to a protest. With the Hosnian Prime delegation, and Klesta who came in with his own bunch of Zeltrons from Yutan, the Republicans had a few thousand Zeltrons in tow. When their Zeltron protesters went off their ships, hoversleds filled with boomboxes, signs also were rolled out with the protesters themselves. Klesta found the Republican delegations to be a little... heavy.

"Take it to the streets! We shall show the people of Kesh that the Zeltrons of the galaxy are angry!"

"What do we want?"

"Justice for Zeltrons!"

"When do we want it?"

"Now!"

[member="Joza Perl"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Isaiah Dashiell"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Isaiah Dashiell"] [member="Klesta"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"][member="Joza Perl"] [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]


Solan was still mid hangover when he had gotten up that morning, and finding a crap ton of student aged people on his metaphorical front lawn was not a thing he wanted.

So his answer to them was simple.

"Well... go sod off. I was just doing what my people believe is right and a good number of them think Zeltrons are just sex crazed deviants that have no right or reason being here. People are too politically correct these days and whining when a bit of locker room talk and a simply law gets them all rilled up. I swear, if you all didn't like it, complain to someone else because it isn't changing... oh and as for the question of Half Zeltrons or Quarters, they will be thrown out of an airlock if they are here."

With that he returned to his whiskey and rum, drinking himself back to sleep.

 

[Klesta]

As Klesta's group was a little small - several groups from Zeltros proper were already there in position but here civil disobedience (that is, organized, large-scale commitment of a crime in hopes that only fringe elements will actually be charged with the crime committed under the law they wish to protest) was called for. But Zeltrons may have been a little too noisy for their own good. What exactly did we do to deserve this? Tiffany thought. But Klesta was undeterred: he was a Jawa but for him that was an injustice that the Republicans would never allow to come to pass. Zeltrons, oh Zeltrons, that was a lot of dancing around with signs and whatnot.

[member="Joza Perl"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Nami perl"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Isaiah Dashiell"] [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]

 

[Kyra Perl]

"Heck no, we won't go! Heck no, overthrow!" Kyra chanted passionately.

It was a strange sight, to see so many gathered Zeltrons. One might expect picket fences and pitch forks in the face of such blanket racism. Instead there were cheers. Drinks. Flashes of pink skin as dance moves were made to match their impassioned chanting.

Before long, the little park they had occupied turned into a bubbling location of food, dancing, drinks, and of course-- chanting.


"Heck no, we won't go! Heck no, overthrow!"