The Fall of an Empire

[Werah Unon]

Werah waved open the glass doors, and stepped out, onto the podium. He was here, on Roon, to address the people of the Union. He looked out, at the towering skyscrapers, the orange sun, setting in the distant sky. He saw the crowds of people, every race in the galaxy appeared to be represented by the waves of loyal members. As he took a breath, preparing to speak, he thought back on the history of the Union, and his own part in it...

The Techno Union. A true bastion of freedom and democracy. Founded so long ago, rising from the ashes of weaker groups. It grew larger, building sprawling metropolis's, and humongous fleets. New technology came out every minute, and every day the TU grew. Those where the glory day of the Union. At the peak of its power, armies of droids, masters of the force, palaces reaching higher than possibly imaginable. But it couldn't last forever. Production slowed to a halt. The fleets gathered dust in their hangers. The TU had grown too big, and it couldn't sustain itself any longer. Corruption and bureaucracy took their toll, wreaking havoc with the structure of the faction. It was at this point, that Werah entered this tale. A young apprentice, awed by the tales of the advanced technology, and the "strength" of the Union. His awe may have misplaced, but he strove to succeed within the Union. He eventually became a general, leading planets and fleets. But the tipping point had already been reached, and The Techno Union began to fall. Money ran out, and the fleets were sold to keep the wheels turning. The TU was spread to thin, and attacks and raids were hard to stop. Territory was lost, people killed, cities burnt to the ground. Refugees spear to other planets, and Werah did his best to help. But now, it was too late for help. The once great power, The Techno Union, was dead. But the worlds it held, and the people on them, were not, and Werah, now commanding the remnant of the Union, was addressing them...

"PEOPLE OF THE UNION!", said Werah, his voice booming across the landscape. "TODAY IS A TIME OF SORROW! TODAY, WE HAVE LOST MANY FRIENDS. TODAY, DARKNESS OVERWHELMS OUR HEARTS." Werah took a breath, and continued. "BUT TOMMOROW, SHALL BE DIFFERENT. THE UNION IS NO MORE. BUT WE ARE STILL ALIVE! DO NOT FORGET THAT! TOMMOROW, LIFE STARTS AGAIN." Werah closed his eyes, stepping forward onto the upper level. "THIS IS AN ENDING! BUT WITH EVERY ENDING, THERE IS A BEGINNING, WAITING TO START! DO NOT DEDPAIR, PEOPLE OF THE UNION!" "THE BEGINING, HAS JUST BEGUN!!"

 

[Werah Unon]

Werah pressed the button, signalling the start of the council meeting. The speech today had gone down well, and Werah felt almost optimistic, as the agenda was read out. A richly dressed merchant spoke, "Well, our reputation index on Nar Shadda has gone down 6.23%, and this could lead to many administrational problems. I suggest that we focus on this, rather than squandering our resour-" A young officer interrupted the man, saying, "No! We can't fiddle around with bureaucracy, while our civilisation burns. We need to do something drastic, and we need to do it now!" Werah smiled - the young man had spoken Werah's exact thoughts. "I fully support the idea of drastic measures being taken - what did you have in mind?", asked Werah, curious. The young man went quiet, unsure. "Well, I...maybe...we could...do something like...", he said, trailing off. Werah sighed, something needed to be done, but what? He only hoped he could figure it out before it was too late...

 

[Werah Unon]

The meeting had been dragging on for hours, with still no end in sight. Werah wondered what would have to be done, in order to save - save what, exactly?, thought Werah. The citizens out there would go on living, but the TU was gone. He decided that their demise had probably not even changed most of the planets very much. The main exception was Roon itself. The main TU buildings were being repurposed by the New Roon Council, and many former TU officials had simply moved into that. The obsidian order was destroyed in the attack anyway, and it was not going to be rebuilt. The former knights Obsidian would wander off into the galaxy, making their own path. Even these council-members, would soon return to their home planets, forever. Werah considered his personal future. His home on Lirra was nice enough, he could move there, and learn the ways of the force. But he was a general. He had lead fleets into battle, overseen an empire, fought against overwhelming odds. He could not give that life up. Werah realised suddenly that the last person had finished speaking, and Aweah gave the order to end the meeting. The last meeting of the Union. That Union had just broken, it seemed.

Werah stood in the spaceport, arranging for 300 vessels to be secretly transported to his base on Lirra. With the troops he had there, maybe someday, the TU would rise from its ashes. Not today, not tommorow, but maybe someday.

Werah handed over the command codes to the New President of Roon. It was strange to think that he wouldn't even be allowed to visit this planet again, but truthfully, the memories there had not all been good. With that, Werah climbed up the ramp of his shuttle, and watched out a window as they took off, leaving Roon behind. The stars blurred together, becoming lines, and then, they were gone...

 

[Taa Nul]

The Count had not expected the sudden loss of the Union. They'd been good business partners for many years, and their loss would weigh on his mind, no doubt. However, he would not lose out on entirely on his investments if he had anything to say about it. He began the process of quietly siphoning any left over funds the new, weak government would fail to notice missing during this early period of reformation. Private transmissions were also sent to various Techno Union naval and military holdouts that had not gone to Lirra, directing them to proceed to Void Station for ''a grand new purpose.'' What this purpose was would remain unknown to the galaxy at large for the time being, though rumours would persist of several infamous pirate fleets passing through the space near Void Station and disappearing.

[member="Werah Unon"]

 

[Sovra]

[member="Werah Unon"] [member="Count Morcus"]

Sovra had not had the time to lead armies, or to support the government, but he'd always been a loyal supporter and activist of the Techno Union, though he'd mostly been focusing on his work with the New Trade Federation and Inquisition Industries Arms. Sovra walked into the meeting area, and took a seat. He didn't even bother to introduce himself, because he really didn't care anymore, now it seemed like nothing mattered since his closest business partnerships fell into a pit of bantha fodder.