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The Emerald Union wrote:

Thorbjørn Jákupsson stands alone in the hallway. It is enclosed on both ends by opulent mahogany doors. They are closed now. The marble walls and floor echo every sound. The walls are scattered with massive paintings depicting events and persons of historical significance. Thorbjørn approaches one of the paintings and swipes the dust off of the placard at the bottom of the frame. "The Meli Massacre, 2020" he reads to himself out loud. The hallway was old. The building was old. But none of that mattered now. A new day was coming. One of the mahogany doors creaks open, the sound echoing throughout the hallway. An armed man now stands in the doorway. "It is time now, Mr. Jákupsson." Thorbjørn sighs and reluctantly follows him out of the hallway, shutting the door behind him.

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Benti stands in a crowd outside of the Old Legislature. It is enclosed on all sides by military personnel and barricades. The crowd, not the building. The building is very old and had not been cared for in decades. It is now decorated and illuminated in the front by hordes of broadcast cameras and event lights. The crowd is dense and excited. It is cold outside. Benti sticks his hands in his coat, which he had not worn in some time. He feels something in his right pocket. He pulls it out. A flyer, covered in a thin film of dust. Benti swipes the dust off of the pamphlet and reads the title to himself silently, The New Politics of Jákupsson. Benti does not remember receiving this pamphlet. He silently places it back in his pocket. It was time now. The crowd begins to explode with cheers.

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Jayden Johnson stands alone inside of his cell. It is enclosed on one side by a wall and one side by a metal door with a small window and even smaller mail slot. He can hear the guards and other prisoners cheering through the mail slot. It's time now, I suppose, he thinks to himself. The cheering stops as the man on the broadcast begins to speak to the crowd. Jayden doesn't listen to the man's words. Jákupsson could say anything and they would eat it up like chocolate, he thinks to himself. An envelope drops through the mail slot. This is unusual. Jayden approaches cautiously and picks up the envelope. He opens it carefully and silently. He is not allowed to receive mail, and even though the monitor guards won't be watching or listening right now, he is not going to take any chances. He spends ten minutes opening the envelope as quietly as possible, facing away from the camera in his room. Once it is opened, he carefully pulls out the singular scrap of paper that the envelope contains. He is shocked. Typed on the piece of paper is one short phrase: "Two weeks." Jayden is astonished. He quickly flushes the envelope and paper down his cell toilet. He then lays down on his bed and pretends to sleep, as he does most nights. Outside of the cell he can hear cheers as midnight strikes. Two weeks.

Malumynumen wrote:

Also, from who do you think Thrawn is based from?

Republic of Callaxium wrote:

This was during 2046 before the NAUS broke up. We tightened corporate control big time once we broke off.

Edit: also remember that 2046 was only a year before we called for revolution.

Things were deteriorating fast across the nation at the time

Republic of Callaxium wrote:

This was during 2046 before the NAUS broke up. We tightened corporate control big time once we broke off.

Edit: also remember that 2046 was only a year before we called for revolution.

Things were deteriorating fast across the nation at the time