Prologue: Of Pride and Purgatory
Taking a shove from an exciteable guard droid, you begin to miss the makeshift holding cell the Republic had set up in an abandoned apartment building. The guard you're following, likely a war vet relegated to prison work, walks at a slow pace, forcing you to falter back, only to get pushed forward by your robotic escorts.
You're forcibly sat down in the back seat of a shuttle, your hands still fastened behind your back. The man you were following takes the passenger seat, while the driver, another guard, sets the vehicle in motion.
Coruscant's towers and constant vehicle traffic pass you by as you are driven along a route reserved for government use. Up ahead looms the Senate building, an enormous structure, obvious from any distance. The guards attain clearance to land, and do so at a landing pad cordoned off from the general public.
A new set of droids is there waiting, and their gleeful pushing continues. The droids seem to have been programmed to take pleasure in shoving people around. You're thrust into the building through empty hallways covered in the usual intricacy and beauty that is always such a stark contrast to the lower levels of the city planet.
Finally, you find yourself in a meeting room, and your cuffs unfasten, falling unceremoniously to the floor. Another door opens nearby, and another prisoner is shoved in with about the same amount of effort given to grace and kindness, their stumbling form attempting to regain balance.
[Private to Oriana Cy'Kast: His shaggy, chin-length red hair and questionable taste in facial hair give away his identity immediately: Hector Terrachova, the man who nearly killed Kai Marigg.]
[Private to Hector Terrachova: The orange shades and auburn hair resemble a human woman so strikingly familiar that you are almost sure you've met, or gotten shot at by, her before.]
Sitting at the head of the room's large table is an older human woman, gray hair pulled back into a bun. Her gray military uniform, adorned with a number of accolades, bears four stars down the shoulder. You are greeted by this General of the Republic military tersely, with "Hello. Please, take a seat."
She would appear to be alone, but you would guess there are probably more hidden cameras in here than in the prison you were just brought from. The room is well-lit and the table has entirely more chairs than is needed for the three people in the room.
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