*Time skip, two weeks from last thread.*
*The funeral pyre burns, as Sophae's body is consumed by the flames Taklin Flax watches, his daughter cries on his shoulder and his two sons stand silently beside him.*
*Flax turns away from the pyre to address the Nobles of the Rim.*
Flax: We have reached a dark time, our brightest daughter, my beloved wife, has fallen. Now we must look ahead and decide what we must do.
The Republic has become corrupt, the Presidant has lost all power, the military has either sided with the polititions or been silenced. Some of our geat leaders have escaped, they stand here with us now.
One of our greatest, Lord Deac Starkiller is trapped on Coruscant. He must be rescued but we must also let the galaxy know what has happened and why the Republic must now fall.
For now though, we shall moune the dead.
*Turns back to the fire.*