Cinnagar - Home of Tetan Defense Force Commanding Officer.
He heard the footsteps pounding though the building as they charged to the rich old man's office. Odium had been here for sometime. Waiting. Examining. The old noble had enjoyed a great deal of personal gain from the Galactic Alliance occupation. It was cleverly hidden in small transactions and well distributed assets. But the pattern was there like a picture carefully hidden in another. Once you first find it, it's all you can see.
The man burst through the door, far to worried about escape and far to confident in his personal security. He went straight for his safe, there had been a disruptor, fake identification and copious amounts of unregistered galactic credits. It was too bad the combination was so simple. He dropped in from of the hidden safe and slid the floor panel aside as Odium turned in the chair at the man's desk.
"You know." He began to speak and gained the shock he had hoped for, "Every previous revolutionary movement in galactic history has made the same basic mistake. They’ve all seen power as a static apparatus, as a structure. And it’s not. It’s a dynamic, a flow system with two possible tendencies. Power either accumulates, or it diffuses through the system. In most societies, it’s in accumulative mode, and most revolutionary movements are only really interested in reconstituting the accumulation in a new location. A genuine revolution has to reverse the flow. And no one ever does that, because they’re all too scared of losing their conning tower moment in the historical process. If you tear down one agglutinative power dynamic and put another one in its place, you’ve changed nothing. You’re not going to solve any of that society’s problems, they’ll just reemerge at a new angle. You’ve got to set up the microsystems that will deal with the problems on its own. You’ve got to build the structures that allow for diffusion of power, not re-grouping. Accountability, demodynamic access, systems of constituted rights, education in the use of political infrastructure. Without these things, you're engaging in childish ego stroking and just lashing out from selfish pubescent angst that only proves you're the last one that needs to rebel anything."
"HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE?!" The man demanded as if out of all the concerns he could possibly have Odium's means of entry was the one he should be worried about.
Odium stood. His simple dark clothing nothing near the opulence that half of this world's nobility would wear even while engaging in a planet wide Coup. He gave the man a small apologetic smile.
"What should concern you, is less how I entered and more you you'll exit." Odium replied.
"Guards!" He shouted.
"Gone." Odium replied. "I'm afraid it's time to answer for your crimes against the crown."
"I have committed no-" He began.
"You have committed the crime of unwarranted pride and utter stupidity." Odium interupted. "I'm sorry. This conversation is closed, sadly."
Odium raised the man's disruptor and fired. The blueish bolt streaked the short distance and added a definitive punctuation to his purpose. He dropped the weapon on the man's body as he walked out and lifted the comlink to his lips.
"Tetan defense head has been neutralized." He said calmly as he moved to the landing pad, "Heading to rendezvous at the Iron Citadel."
He heard the footsteps pounding though the building as they charged to the rich old man's office. Odium had been here for sometime. Waiting. Examining. The old noble had enjoyed a great deal of personal gain from the Galactic Alliance occupation. It was cleverly hidden in small transactions and well distributed assets. But the pattern was there like a picture carefully hidden in another. Once you first find it, it's all you can see.
The man burst through the door, far to worried about escape and far to confident in his personal security. He went straight for his safe, there had been a disruptor, fake identification and copious amounts of unregistered galactic credits. It was too bad the combination was so simple. He dropped in from of the hidden safe and slid the floor panel aside as Odium turned in the chair at the man's desk.
"You know." He began to speak and gained the shock he had hoped for, "Every previous revolutionary movement in galactic history has made the same basic mistake. They’ve all seen power as a static apparatus, as a structure. And it’s not. It’s a dynamic, a flow system with two possible tendencies. Power either accumulates, or it diffuses through the system. In most societies, it’s in accumulative mode, and most revolutionary movements are only really interested in reconstituting the accumulation in a new location. A genuine revolution has to reverse the flow. And no one ever does that, because they’re all too scared of losing their conning tower moment in the historical process. If you tear down one agglutinative power dynamic and put another one in its place, you’ve changed nothing. You’re not going to solve any of that society’s problems, they’ll just reemerge at a new angle. You’ve got to set up the microsystems that will deal with the problems on its own. You’ve got to build the structures that allow for diffusion of power, not re-grouping. Accountability, demodynamic access, systems of constituted rights, education in the use of political infrastructure. Without these things, you're engaging in childish ego stroking and just lashing out from selfish pubescent angst that only proves you're the last one that needs to rebel anything."
"HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE?!" The man demanded as if out of all the concerns he could possibly have Odium's means of entry was the one he should be worried about.
Odium stood. His simple dark clothing nothing near the opulence that half of this world's nobility would wear even while engaging in a planet wide Coup. He gave the man a small apologetic smile.
"What should concern you, is less how I entered and more you you'll exit." Odium replied.
"Guards!" He shouted.
"Gone." Odium replied. "I'm afraid it's time to answer for your crimes against the crown."
"I have committed no-" He began.
"You have committed the crime of unwarranted pride and utter stupidity." Odium interupted. "I'm sorry. This conversation is closed, sadly."
Odium raised the man's disruptor and fired. The blueish bolt streaked the short distance and added a definitive punctuation to his purpose. He dropped the weapon on the man's body as he walked out and lifted the comlink to his lips.
"Tetan defense head has been neutralized." He said calmly as he moved to the landing pad, "Heading to rendezvous at the Iron Citadel."