#s1thcall

[warsavant]

                    though the space remained unknown to him, there was little of the thrill of exploration in his sweep across the system.   though it lay on the fringes, it still remained within the limits of the navigational charts drawn up by the ascendency.   merely that fact would be enough to drown that sensation in his being, but with the addition that this system equally so formed the edge of the portion of the galaxy ruled by this struggling republic, he found nothing beyond the diversion of new sights, however small, within him.

                    normally, this task, of comparing charts and intel, would fall to a lesser officer but thrawn valued the chance for something a little varied from his typical routine.   in between, too, was the opportunity for contemplation, something he oft had little time for.   an alarm sounded from the proximity alarms, drawing his attention in a flash…

                    but there remained no time to flee before a ship he hardly recognized snapped back into realspace only a few kilometers before him.

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[alderheir]

                           fingertips brushed over the flow of velvety crepe, arranging folds as the senator strode into the crimson corridor.   a mask overlaid her features of her own design, a blankness which revealed nothing besides a potential hint of boredom.   it would be perfect, impenetrable… if not for the sparking fury which lit her irises.   fury, it raced through her veins, that burning chill which fueled the thunder of her push in her ears.   hardly was she not aware of the slip, a few lingering, almost startled glances oh so telling.

                           she prayed to the stars it frightened enough to keep everybeing far away.

                           this was useless, beyond useless, a mockery of what the senate stood for.   to hear such a well organized and well argued set of facts from a bipartisan coalition of senators, evidence which pointed to an extension of agricultural programs for a mere pittance, a great need which united several systems at least nominally under imperial control, to simply dismiss it?   all her work, she had to simply stand silent, obedient, as the emperor himself all but dumped the legislation over into the coruscant abyss.   no, no, he could not have destroyed the possibility more thoroughly if the only copy was upon an ancient parchment, palpatine setting fire to it in front of the entire senate chamber.

                           oh, how she hated him, despised his very existence, if she could burn this-

                           at the sight of the stomach-churningly icy, pitch black figure storming in the opposite direction of the corridor, the princess’ steps nearly faltered, but what was the use of it?   whatever he was here for certainly could have nothing to do with herself, and she had far too much damage control to begin to dally because of mere sith intimidation.   and thus, she kept on, her one concession to her ire at the empire being a determination to not even glance at the dark lord, no acknowledgement, when they inevitably passed.   none of them deserved her respect, not one.

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