STAR WARS: RETROSPECTION- Brothers

"Indeed, why should I limit myself to the confines of the Boyar when entire Galaxy changes, with New Order offering single vision for us all, and great opportunities as well?" -He responds, with serious expression.

"Well spoken," Tarkin replies. "But you would give up your royal status in order to secure an office under the Emperor? You would not seek greater offices than is your limit?"

Melkor hesitates for moment, as Tarkin moved to quite tricky subjects.

"Well, unlike some others I don`t see reason to give my royal status because I wish to serve the Emperor. After all, Tasker`s Crown is now part of the Empire, and its rulers should serve the New Order as much as those holding direct Imperial offices. Of course, my society is quite conservative and not all see the need to apply necessary changes to the ancient ways as clearly as I do."

"I know of Tasker's Crown. They are highly traditional people, Melkor, you have just said so yourself. They would not stand to have one of their own in a political office that does not directly benefit Erengard. But if you became Emperor..."

There are a few gasps from the audience.

"Would go so far, Melkor, as to overthrow the current government?"

Melkor`s eyes widen- what kind of game is this. He takes a breath, trying to think of suitable answer.

"Why would I want to overthrow goverment I support? After all, Boyars are keeping order in their worlds, and Empire has been created to ensure order and prosperity on galactic scale. Central issues have always been the same, it is just the matter of applying a new perspective. Some traditions need to be modified for greater good, just as it happened with recent changes of galactic goverment."- He pauses slightly , straightening himself.

"I believe that Emperor is the only man that can lead galaxy towards greater future."

Tarkin allows his mouth to creak into a smile.

"Impressive," Tarkin says, almost to himself. "Most impressive."

He turns to the rest of the students. "This is the kind of youth you should all aspire to be. Unafraid to stand up and show your support for our glorious Empire and its wise Imperial leader. He is right. Traditions DO need to be changed, in order for peace and order to be brought to us all.

"However, there are those who would seek the old ways, to undo what the Emperor has done."

His focus returns to you. "Melkor, what is your opinion of the Ghorman Massacre?"

(Please remember that Melkor's knowledge is based off of his skills.)

Well, he has high Savoir-Faire skill( and I understand that for simplicity we use the same stats as characters in main game, even that he is much less experienced. though he won`t get the Commisar template skills).

So what does he know about Ghorman Massacre?

(Yes, for simplicity's sake your skills and stats remain the same. However, Melkor currently lacks his Political Terror bonus and is effectively meritless.)

Anyone who's anyone knows about the Ghorman Massacre! Ghorman was the site of many protests around the start of the new Empire. Taxation issues, mostly. Tarkin had been enroute to the world when protestors crowded his landing pad, refusing to let him land.

Tarkin ordered his ship to land anyways.

Hundreds of protestors were crushed to death beneath the ship. For his actions, the Emperor promoted him to Admiral, then Moff, then Grand Moff. It is rumored that the Emperor gave implied permission for Tarkin to land on the protestors, but that's only a rumor.

This happened about two years before this current conversation.

(What was the official justification?)

Melkor watches Tarkin for a moment.

"It was tragedy that could have been avoided if the opponents to New Order acted more reasonably."- He shrugs.

"Since they broke the law and were unwilling to negotiate, rebels brought this upon themselves."

The Emperor declared that the protestors had been disputing a completely fair tax and threatening the peace. He also noted that terrorists and anarchists were amongst the protestors, inciting the incident. Tarkin's actions were justified and noble, ending the problem before it got out of hand.

(Well, I edited and responded before you posted, so go with it).

"Precisely. They behaved rashly and- "

There is an interruption as another student enters the room.

"Can I help you?" Ichthal asks, annoyed.

"I have a note for..." The student reads the paper in his hand. "Melkor Esgabath? The Headmaster wishes to speak with you. It's urgent."

Melkor looks from the student to Tarkin. It seems that the day is going to be eventful.

"I will see Headmaster in few minutes." -He informs.

"Do you not know what urgent means?" asks the student. "Come on, grab your stuff, I don't have all day..."

Ichthal motions for you to follow his directions, as the interruption is, of course, interrupting Tarkin's sweet valuable time.

Melkor bows towards Tarkin and leaves, angry that his conversation with Tarkin was interrupted. Still, it seems like he already made a good impression.

Tarkin has resumed speaking to his audience about terrorism in the Galactic Empire, something that has become increasingly common due to extremist cells spreading lies about the Empire and corrupted politicians becoming jealous of the Emperor's power and wisdom.

The student also bows to Tarkin and Ichthal, then takes his leave, guiding you towards the Headmaster's office.

The high ceilings of the school's corridors are elaborately painted with powerful images, depicting scenes from Palpatine's political career, starting with his position as Senator of Naboo. Columns line one side of the corridor, with transparisteel windows between each one, allowing you to look out over Coruscant's horizon. The other side is a frosted mirror, reflecting the view.

You take a lift up to he top floor, where the Headmaster resides.

"I leave you here," the student says. He vanishes back down the lift.

Melkor ignores the student, wondering if it all is a part of some mad scheme. If this is the test, he is going to pass it, he decides, biting his lip. He heads to the office.

You enter.

The office of the Headmaster is very simple. It is a pyramidal, pointed room. The point of the ceiling is some sort of black metal, but the walls are made of transparisteel. From there, you would be able to see more of the Coruscanti skyline, but the Headmaster has tinted the glass so that nothing can be seen. The room is lit by glowpanels in the floor, but just barely. They have been dimmed.

The room is large enough for a handful of people to sit comfortably on the chairs before the Headmaster's desk, which is directly opposite the door. There he sits, a sallow-faced old man wearing his Headmaster's robes.

"Welcome, Melkor," the Headmaster greets. "Please, sit."

"Greetings, Headmaster." -He bows and sits, wondering why the room is so dark. Maybe Headmaster enjoys to intimidate his visitors?

(Headmaster of the Imperial Academy is powerful person, right?)

You could say that. He has a great many connections.

The Headmaster waits until you are seated. He does not blink.

"It seems that we have a visitor," the Headmaster says, "who has requested an audience with you."

From the dark corners of the room slinks a man, wearing the clothing of a noble traveler. Not just any traveler, though. An Erengardian traveler. His hair is short and neat, combed to the side. His skin is pale and he has a strong jaw. Blue eyes twinkle from his face.

"Melkor, my friend," the man says.

His name is Janus Pivane, a long-time childhood friend of yours. The Pivanes have always been close to the Esgabaths, a family of nobility, wealth, and influence who support the Castellan and his political views. He, like you, is very scholarly and hardly the soldier, but the Pivanes have never raised decorated soldiers anyhow. Your father's father's father married a Pivane once, as did his mother, to show how close the families are.