[NS]Kharan-Regor
23-07-2006, 19:51
The Newly-Liberated Palantis
"Vidok e'Baliin!" exclaimed the large crowd converging on the capital building, "Vidok e'Kharan! Thod dhurak Republic!"
Triumphently, a young Kharanai boy climbs atop the roof of the capital building, pulling down the Imperial flag, and tossing it towards the ground at the base of the capital building. There the crowd moved in, dancing around the flag; some spitting on it, others trampling it or tearing it. At last Master Andoris himself; the great Kharanai warrior who had in effect started the revolution against Imperial control; stepped forward holding a torch.
Almost ceremoniously, he brought the flame to the flag's surface, setting it ablaze. At this, the crowds cheered triumphently. After nearly half a century of foreign oppression, Kharan was at last a free world. Many in the crowd cried tears of joy; but also of sorrow for their many brethren lost in the bloody conflict with the corrupt Empire.
The crowd parted as Master Andoris walked through, accompanied by his two apprentices: Ragoris Sirava and Lagia Sunari, appearing in every way as royal dignitaries of a great nation. Flowers native to Kharan were thrown at their feet by the cheering children; countless millions of hands waving extatically as they passed by. No one who had attended this truimphent parade into the newly reclaimed capital of Palantis would ever forget it.
Arriving at last upon a great pedestal overlooking the crowd, Andoris adressed them in a loud voice:
"People of Kharan, rejoice! No longer do tyrants reign over our land; no longer do foreign nations oppress our people. Once more Kharan is free; but in a better freedom than its state before the Clone Wars. Through our struggle against the Republic, we have learned to work together. The violence on Kharan has now ended both externally and internally. Now for the first time in 18,000 years, the people of Kharan are once more united in peace and harmony. The great and diverse traditions of Kharan's many clans shall remain; but no longer at the point of a Ko'to staff. Brothers and sisters, rejoice; the Golden Age of Kharan, which Lotrokis has prophecied is now at hand.
But though we are now a free people, anarchy cannot suit us; for without order we are weak - too weak to repel another foreign invasion. A centralized government shall be appointed to maintain unity, enforce justice, and promote Kharan's eternal prosperity. Will you join me now in establishing this new order of prosperity for the greatest nation in existance?"
As Andoris finished his brief speech, the crowd erupted with jubilant cheering. "Long live Andoris! Ruler of Kharan!" many cheered.
Silencing the crowd, Andoris shook his head. "I have lived a long life," he spoke, "I have lived to see Kharan's beauty before it was touched by the Republic's filthy hand; I have lived to see it free again today. I have seen through the Force that it is my destiny to guide; not to lead. My home is at last free; I am at peace. I have grown old; it will not be long before I go to join with the Force. New, younger leaders; but those who show wisdom; must be appointed in my stead. Ragoris Sirava, step forward."
With a look of complete shock, Ragoris stepped forward beside Andoris, the crowd cheering again.
"Though in law, you are my legal-nephew; in heart, you are my son, Ragoris." spoke Andoris, in a tone strangely soft for such a battle-hardened warrior, "Rule Kharan well in my stead."
Ragoris nodded slowly, for once in his life unable to think of words to say to befit the situation, "I... I can't thank you enough for this ... this great honor!" he exclaimed, "All glory should go to you, my Master; without you, none of us would be here today."
Andoris smiled, shaking his head again, "No, Ragoris; the glory is yours. Throughout all the many years of revolution, you always stood loyally by my side. You showed a dedication to Kharan that few others shared."
Reaching down, Andoris withdrew a mystical cloak; that of Lotrokis himself. "This is Lotrokis's cloak," he said, "given to me by the High Sage himself. Bear it well, my son."
"But, you were not alone in such. Lagia, please step forward as well." Andoris continued
"I can't," whispered Lagia, nervous out of her wits, "I'm not even a Kharan - I'm in no state to rule over these people."
"You Lagia, are the granddaughter of Dooku; heir to the entire CIS were it not Republic-occupied," responded Andoris, "And yet you will not take the throne of a single world within it? From the moment I met you on Serrenno, you have been as a daughter to me; you have always been Kharanai to me, and I challenge anyone in this crowd to say otherwise."
Smiling very nervously, Lagia stepped forward; the entire audience aplauding her. Reaching down once more, Andoris withdrew another cloak; that of Silla.
"And now my dearest daughter, I give to you the cloak of Silla," said Andoris, a tear coming to his eye, "Wear it proudly, for in all ways you share her heritage."
For minutes on end, the crowed thundered with wild cheers and applause, until a young boy at last reached the pedestal, handing a rolled-up flag to Andoris. Motioning for his two apprentices to follow, Andoris attached the flag at last to the flagpole; then together, the three great leaders pulled the ropes lifting the flag high into the air as it swayed nobly in Kharan's gentle breeze.
"Vidok e'Baliin! Vidok e'Kharan!" exclaimed the crowds at last; tears of joy coming to Lagia's eyes.
"I never thought we'd see this day, Master Andoris," she said, "I wouldn't trade the entire universe for it."
"Vidok e'Baliin!" exclaimed the large crowd converging on the capital building, "Vidok e'Kharan! Thod dhurak Republic!"
Triumphently, a young Kharanai boy climbs atop the roof of the capital building, pulling down the Imperial flag, and tossing it towards the ground at the base of the capital building. There the crowd moved in, dancing around the flag; some spitting on it, others trampling it or tearing it. At last Master Andoris himself; the great Kharanai warrior who had in effect started the revolution against Imperial control; stepped forward holding a torch.
Almost ceremoniously, he brought the flame to the flag's surface, setting it ablaze. At this, the crowds cheered triumphently. After nearly half a century of foreign oppression, Kharan was at last a free world. Many in the crowd cried tears of joy; but also of sorrow for their many brethren lost in the bloody conflict with the corrupt Empire.
The crowd parted as Master Andoris walked through, accompanied by his two apprentices: Ragoris Sirava and Lagia Sunari, appearing in every way as royal dignitaries of a great nation. Flowers native to Kharan were thrown at their feet by the cheering children; countless millions of hands waving extatically as they passed by. No one who had attended this truimphent parade into the newly reclaimed capital of Palantis would ever forget it.
Arriving at last upon a great pedestal overlooking the crowd, Andoris adressed them in a loud voice:
"People of Kharan, rejoice! No longer do tyrants reign over our land; no longer do foreign nations oppress our people. Once more Kharan is free; but in a better freedom than its state before the Clone Wars. Through our struggle against the Republic, we have learned to work together. The violence on Kharan has now ended both externally and internally. Now for the first time in 18,000 years, the people of Kharan are once more united in peace and harmony. The great and diverse traditions of Kharan's many clans shall remain; but no longer at the point of a Ko'to staff. Brothers and sisters, rejoice; the Golden Age of Kharan, which Lotrokis has prophecied is now at hand.
But though we are now a free people, anarchy cannot suit us; for without order we are weak - too weak to repel another foreign invasion. A centralized government shall be appointed to maintain unity, enforce justice, and promote Kharan's eternal prosperity. Will you join me now in establishing this new order of prosperity for the greatest nation in existance?"
As Andoris finished his brief speech, the crowd erupted with jubilant cheering. "Long live Andoris! Ruler of Kharan!" many cheered.
Silencing the crowd, Andoris shook his head. "I have lived a long life," he spoke, "I have lived to see Kharan's beauty before it was touched by the Republic's filthy hand; I have lived to see it free again today. I have seen through the Force that it is my destiny to guide; not to lead. My home is at last free; I am at peace. I have grown old; it will not be long before I go to join with the Force. New, younger leaders; but those who show wisdom; must be appointed in my stead. Ragoris Sirava, step forward."
With a look of complete shock, Ragoris stepped forward beside Andoris, the crowd cheering again.
"Though in law, you are my legal-nephew; in heart, you are my son, Ragoris." spoke Andoris, in a tone strangely soft for such a battle-hardened warrior, "Rule Kharan well in my stead."
Ragoris nodded slowly, for once in his life unable to think of words to say to befit the situation, "I... I can't thank you enough for this ... this great honor!" he exclaimed, "All glory should go to you, my Master; without you, none of us would be here today."
Andoris smiled, shaking his head again, "No, Ragoris; the glory is yours. Throughout all the many years of revolution, you always stood loyally by my side. You showed a dedication to Kharan that few others shared."
Reaching down, Andoris withdrew a mystical cloak; that of Lotrokis himself. "This is Lotrokis's cloak," he said, "given to me by the High Sage himself. Bear it well, my son."
"But, you were not alone in such. Lagia, please step forward as well." Andoris continued
"I can't," whispered Lagia, nervous out of her wits, "I'm not even a Kharan - I'm in no state to rule over these people."
"You Lagia, are the granddaughter of Dooku; heir to the entire CIS were it not Republic-occupied," responded Andoris, "And yet you will not take the throne of a single world within it? From the moment I met you on Serrenno, you have been as a daughter to me; you have always been Kharanai to me, and I challenge anyone in this crowd to say otherwise."
Smiling very nervously, Lagia stepped forward; the entire audience aplauding her. Reaching down once more, Andoris withdrew another cloak; that of Silla.
"And now my dearest daughter, I give to you the cloak of Silla," said Andoris, a tear coming to his eye, "Wear it proudly, for in all ways you share her heritage."
For minutes on end, the crowed thundered with wild cheers and applause, until a young boy at last reached the pedestal, handing a rolled-up flag to Andoris. Motioning for his two apprentices to follow, Andoris attached the flag at last to the flagpole; then together, the three great leaders pulled the ropes lifting the flag high into the air as it swayed nobly in Kharan's gentle breeze.
"Vidok e'Baliin! Vidok e'Kharan!" exclaimed the crowds at last; tears of joy coming to Lagia's eyes.
"I never thought we'd see this day, Master Andoris," she said, "I wouldn't trade the entire universe for it."