Sophistication Art Gallery, Obroa-Skai
For the first time in six months, he felt at ease. The incandescent lighting within the art displays seemed to perfectly accent the soft tunes of classical Alderaanian music that played softly in the lobby of the impressive Sophistication Art Gallery of Obroa-Skai. His honor guard followed at a safe distance; close enough to respond to any threats, but distant enough to savor the moment, rather than spoil it. The newly promoted Captain Adrian Thaedin walked with his arms neatly folded behind his back with one palm of his hand resting within the other. Occasionally he would stop to observe a piece of art that had captured his attention, but nevertheless he kept moving at a slow, but steady pace.
Everything about the moment seemed to be surreal. The fresh, crisp oxygen of the planet far outweighed any manufactured air present on the Praetorian, and it had been years since he’d last observed such a vast collection of Alderaanian art that had escaped the planets ultimate demise at the hands of Grand Moff Tarkin and the first Death Star. That is the price you pay for assisting the tyrannical Rebellion Adrian thought to himself as he continued his brisk walk. Regardless of the planet’s history, he couldn’t help but be overwhelmed with the planets cultural accomplishments. It was, perhaps, the most culturally advanced planet of it’s day.
Within nearly three hours, the Captain had counted nearly thirty different collections of Alderaanian art; each one representing a former nation, people, or culture of the lost planet of Alderaan, home of the despotic Leia Organa Solo. The Captain smirked. How he would have loved to have seen the look on her face when Moff Tarkin had unleashed the destructive power of the Death Star upon her homeworld.
As Adrian paused to observe a clay sculpture of the former Republic Senator Bail Antilles, Commander Eli Darius stepped up beside him. He remained silent, taking a moment to admire the collection of fine arts before interrupting Adrian’s concentration. “Quite a fine piece of work, isn’t it Captain?” Darius smiled. Adrian nodded his head, but did not take his eyes off of the sculpture. “It fascinates me how such a divine people could ever come to grips with aiding the contemptible Rebellion.” Adrian retorted with disgust.
“What is it Commander?”
Darius paused for a moment of admiration for the young Captain standing before him. Over the past six months, he’d come to have a great deal of respect for Adrian. He replied hesitantly, but sternly as any Imperial officer would in his situation. “A small separatist movement has amassed a small force of merchant and civilian armed vessels on the outskirts of the Obroa-held system.”
“What are they separating from?” Adrian replied with a smirk. Darius chuckled. “I was asking myself the same question, Captain.”
“The Empire has done nothing but care for the citizens of this Galaxy. It has clothed, fed, and nurtured them through good times and bad. And yet, at the first sign of an Imperial war vessel they immediately assume that we are out to destroy them.”
Darius nodded. “That always seems to be the case. Then again, everyone has there own opinions of the Empire, Captain. The Rebellion may be dead, but there allegations against the Empire still linger in the weak minded.”
Adrian nodded in agreement as he started to walk through the gallery once more, his hands still folded neatly behind his back. Darius followed loyally at his side. “Do we have a tactical analysis of there armament yet?”
“No sir, but scouts report that the strongest weaponry available in this system seems to be a standard turbolaser battery. Obroans aren’t too fond of war, or anything having to do with it.”
“Who can blame them?” Adrian smiled. “If the Vong leveled your homeworld, I doubt you’d care much for war either.”
“I suppose so sir.”
“Commander Darius...”
“Yes sir?”
“I’m putting you in charge of the... negotiations between these separatists. I’ll be making an appearance at the Obroan Institute of Photonics this afternoon, and addressing the Obroan Council of Elders later this evening. I assume you can handle the situation?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good. That will be all, Commander.”
“Yes sir.” Darius replied with a salute, and went on his way.
‘And the stranger that cometh nigh shall be put to death.’ Adrian read the ancient Alderaanian scripture on the delicate piece of art and smirked. So shall it be.
For the first time in six months, he felt at ease. The incandescent lighting within the art displays seemed to perfectly accent the soft tunes of classical Alderaanian music that played softly in the lobby of the impressive Sophistication Art Gallery of Obroa-Skai. His honor guard followed at a safe distance; close enough to respond to any threats, but distant enough to savor the moment, rather than spoil it. The newly promoted Captain Adrian Thaedin walked with his arms neatly folded behind his back with one palm of his hand resting within the other. Occasionally he would stop to observe a piece of art that had captured his attention, but nevertheless he kept moving at a slow, but steady pace.
Everything about the moment seemed to be surreal. The fresh, crisp oxygen of the planet far outweighed any manufactured air present on the Praetorian, and it had been years since he’d last observed such a vast collection of Alderaanian art that had escaped the planets ultimate demise at the hands of Grand Moff Tarkin and the first Death Star. That is the price you pay for assisting the tyrannical Rebellion Adrian thought to himself as he continued his brisk walk. Regardless of the planet’s history, he couldn’t help but be overwhelmed with the planets cultural accomplishments. It was, perhaps, the most culturally advanced planet of it’s day.
Within nearly three hours, the Captain had counted nearly thirty different collections of Alderaanian art; each one representing a former nation, people, or culture of the lost planet of Alderaan, home of the despotic Leia Organa Solo. The Captain smirked. How he would have loved to have seen the look on her face when Moff Tarkin had unleashed the destructive power of the Death Star upon her homeworld.
As Adrian paused to observe a clay sculpture of the former Republic Senator Bail Antilles, Commander Eli Darius stepped up beside him. He remained silent, taking a moment to admire the collection of fine arts before interrupting Adrian’s concentration. “Quite a fine piece of work, isn’t it Captain?” Darius smiled. Adrian nodded his head, but did not take his eyes off of the sculpture. “It fascinates me how such a divine people could ever come to grips with aiding the contemptible Rebellion.” Adrian retorted with disgust.
“What is it Commander?”
Darius paused for a moment of admiration for the young Captain standing before him. Over the past six months, he’d come to have a great deal of respect for Adrian. He replied hesitantly, but sternly as any Imperial officer would in his situation. “A small separatist movement has amassed a small force of merchant and civilian armed vessels on the outskirts of the Obroa-held system.”
“What are they separating from?” Adrian replied with a smirk. Darius chuckled. “I was asking myself the same question, Captain.”
“The Empire has done nothing but care for the citizens of this Galaxy. It has clothed, fed, and nurtured them through good times and bad. And yet, at the first sign of an Imperial war vessel they immediately assume that we are out to destroy them.”
Darius nodded. “That always seems to be the case. Then again, everyone has there own opinions of the Empire, Captain. The Rebellion may be dead, but there allegations against the Empire still linger in the weak minded.”
Adrian nodded in agreement as he started to walk through the gallery once more, his hands still folded neatly behind his back. Darius followed loyally at his side. “Do we have a tactical analysis of there armament yet?”
“No sir, but scouts report that the strongest weaponry available in this system seems to be a standard turbolaser battery. Obroans aren’t too fond of war, or anything having to do with it.”
“Who can blame them?” Adrian smiled. “If the Vong leveled your homeworld, I doubt you’d care much for war either.”
“I suppose so sir.”
“Commander Darius...”
“Yes sir?”
“I’m putting you in charge of the... negotiations between these separatists. I’ll be making an appearance at the Obroan Institute of Photonics this afternoon, and addressing the Obroan Council of Elders later this evening. I assume you can handle the situation?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good. That will be all, Commander.”
“Yes sir.” Darius replied with a salute, and went on his way.
‘And the stranger that cometh nigh shall be put to death.’ Adrian read the ancient Alderaanian scripture on the delicate piece of art and smirked. So shall it be.