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Ilander · 03-20-2005, 08:12 PM

**STAR WARS**
INSIDIOUS LIES

Coruscant, nearly 25,000 generations after the founding of the Galactic Republic, an institution of strength and galactic unity. The place teems with 4 trillion people of nearly every conceivable shape and size, and no limit of want or desire. The skyscrapers reach toward the skies, all kilometers tall and some kilometers wide, blotting out the sun on the lower levels. No on knows where the surface is, or was, or whatever. It has been buried since the seat of the Republic was chosen to be here, and soon forgotten.

It is a time of galactic peace, or so it would seem. However, there is never a time in a government of over a million systems when there isn't some strife. The Hutt-controlled spaces are tettering on the verge of war with the Bothans over an incident of galactic espionage, much to the dismay of the rest of the galaxy. The issue has even filtered its way to the Senate, and there are talks of it continuing on to the courts.

That is not why you have been summoned, however.

Coruscant itself, it seems, has its own share of problems. Someone, it seems, wishes to flaunt how much damage they can do on a world so densely populated, and they have proven terribly successful. The bombings started small, which was almost normal (Coruscant is a world of a million births and a million deaths a day). They were almost completely lost in the backwash of manufacturing accidents, space-craft crashes, and "common" crime.

Lost, that is, until the incident at Farraldy Tower.

Somehow, someone brought the building down, and killed over 900,000 people.

That was five months ago. Since then, the world has fallen under increasingly martial law, with many garrisons of troops being returned from duty elsewhere in the galaxy to act as peacekeepers. However, the same mysterious agency has continued its murderous work, hitting smaller targets, and continuing to ellude the efforts to eradicate them.

The world has grown desperate, and the matter has come to the attention of the Senate.

You have been summoned to the Galactic Senate, given a personal audience with the Supreme Chancellor---no clue was given to you what Chancellor Uri'tal, a sage Calibop, wanted, but the hints are undeniable. You have been summoned, probably much as many others have been, to put your specific talents to use in this time of need.

OOC: You have all been sent the invitation to come to the Galactic Senate, and your way there has been paid and provided, even for those who are not Coruscant-native. You arrive and see each other for the first time in the anti-chamber to the Chancellor's private conferance room, and have been told to wait. The room is quite spacious and airy, a luxury on this planet, and features a vast array of transparisteel windows on two sides of the room. There are many seats aimed for accomodating bipedal races, but a few other, more exotic-looking "chairs" for the non-bipedal guests the Supreme Chancellor has invited. Looking around the room, you are sure that the others in the room are here for the same purpose as you, and you are anxious to find out what that is.

NOTE: DO NOT POST YOUR CHARACTERS (or update them) IN THIS THREAD. USE THE OTHER THREAD FOR THAT!

03-20-2005, 08:12 PM	#1
Ilander 20th Level Warrior Join Date: December 28, 2003 Location: Kentucky Age: 39 Posts: 2,820	STAR WARS INSIDIOUS LIES Coruscant, nearly 25,000 generations after the founding of the Galactic Republic, an institution of strength and galactic unity. The place teems with 4 trillion people of nearly every conceivable shape and size, and no limit of want or desire. The skyscrapers reach toward the skies, all kilometers tall and some kilometers wide, blotting out the sun on the lower levels. No on knows where the surface is, or was, or whatever. It has been buried since the seat of the Republic was chosen to be here, and soon forgotten. It is a time of galactic peace, or so it would seem. However, there is never a time in a government of over a million systems when there isn't some strife. The Hutt-controlled spaces are tettering on the verge of war with the Bothans over an incident of galactic espionage, much to the dismay of the rest of the galaxy. The issue has even filtered its way to the Senate, and there are talks of it continuing on to the courts. That is not why you have been summoned, however. Coruscant itself, it seems, has its own share of problems. Someone, it seems, wishes to flaunt how much damage they can do on a world so densely populated, and they have proven terribly successful. The bombings started small, which was almost normal (Coruscant is a world of a million births and a million deaths a day). They were almost completely lost in the backwash of manufacturing accidents, space-craft crashes, and "common" crime. Lost, that is, until the incident at Farraldy Tower. Somehow, someone brought the building down, and killed over 900,000 people. That was five months ago. Since then, the world has fallen under increasingly martial law, with many garrisons of troops being returned from duty elsewhere in the galaxy to act as peacekeepers. However, the same mysterious agency has continued its murderous work, hitting smaller targets, and continuing to ellude the efforts to eradicate them. The world has grown desperate, and the matter has come to the attention of the Senate. You have been summoned to the Galactic Senate, given a personal audience with the Supreme Chancellor---no clue was given to you what Chancellor Uri'tal, a sage Calibop, wanted, but the hints are undeniable. You have been summoned, probably much as many others have been, to put your specific talents to use in this time of need. OOC: You have all been sent the invitation to come to the Galactic Senate, and your way there has been paid and provided, even for those who are not Coruscant-native. You arrive and see each other for the first time in the anti-chamber to the Chancellor's private conferance room, and have been told to wait. The room is quite spacious and airy, a luxury on this planet, and features a vast array of transparisteel windows on two sides of the room. There are many seats aimed for accomodating bipedal races, but a few other, more exotic-looking "chairs" for the non-bipedal guests the Supreme Chancellor has invited. Looking around the room, you are sure that the others in the room are here for the same purpose as you, and you are anxious to find out what that is. NOTE: DO NOT POST YOUR CHARACTERS (or update them) IN THIS THREAD. USE THE OTHER THREAD FOR THAT!