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Zor
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It had been a month since the bombardment of Kashyyyk and the inadequate Jedi response that had followed; commemorative footage of the blitz attack had submerged the Holonet for most of the day. Editorialists and political commentators had all been eager to vehemently criticized the Sith Empire for this unprovoked onslaught against a civil population and urged intergalactic governmental organizations to retaliate.
From the comfort of his humble office on Coruscant, Patriarch Zor had decided to allocate much of his monthly sermon to sharing his opinions on the matter, for it seemed all the parties responsible for the attack had, in his opinion at least, not gotten their due reprimand.
Although his proclamation was mostly addressed to followers of Pius Dea, it was nonetheless available across all holo-channels in the galaxy. As the mark of the Goddess shone brightly in its golden hue, Zor cleared his throat and prepared to deliver his monologue.
"The Goddess smiles upon you, my brethren," the Patriarch saluted solemnly.
"I will not waste my breath convincing you of the blight that the Sith Empire represents for this galaxy," he began. "Their stench is indeed most potent, but there is a far more vicious threat hanging over our heads. Tonight, I bring your attention to the other belligerent in this agelong senseless war for supremacy that has cost so many lives."
As he paused, his figure was replaced was briefly replaced by a still frame from video reporting of the carnage on Kashyyyk presenting a Jedi craft on which a few too many Wookies and been haphazardly tied with vines. Terror alighted their visage in the face of certain death as the surrounding forest was ablaze. Time had done little to alleviate the impression that the entire ordeal had impressed upon Zor. He could think of very few worst ways to meet your demise.
"The Sith... the Jedi... They're one and the same; just men and women with too much power, squabbling at the altar of their false god, the Force, while the rest of us burn," the Patriarch continued, his anger almost tangible in the tone of his voice.
"Through lies, Jedi seek to convince us that they are the guardians of the peace in the galaxy, but peace is not merely the absence of tension, it is the presence of justice and the only version of justice that the Jedi service is their own," he argued regaining his composure and relaxing his raised cheekbones, thin mouth, and flared nostrils.
"They call themselves our protectors, but we do not need their protection," he insisted punctuating his last remark. "We can see through their deception; their arrogance and superiority towards the general population have been tolerated for too long. They do not care about the underclasses on Coruscant, endlessly ground down by the machinery of a corrupt government and oppressed by the ruling classes. They are too busy pandering to the elite. They really can't be bothered with the likes of us."
The Falleen remembered the contempt he had personally faced in the direct aftermath of the incident that had left him scared some ten years prior.
"They have not even attempted to make excuse for the tragedy that happened on Kashyyyk. Now we owe it to all those who perished to remember the Jedi attack on the Wookies," Zor added pointing to the lack of any official declaration from the Jedi Order in the immediate aftermath of the bombardment or at any time since. "The Free World Alliance and the New Republic like their predecessors have given the Jedi carte blanche authority to enforce whatever "law" as they see fit, and likewise bend it to their purposes."
"For too long, the ignominy of their sins has gone ignored. But no more," the Patriarch declared, and for a moment his eyes seemed to gleam with intense fervor.
"The time has come for all to unite against the tyranny of the Jedi and Sith alike and to reject their profane practices. Join us in this most holy crusade against the iniquities they have brought upon us, and the light of the Goddess will guide us towards a better future," he concluded.
As the transmission ended, Zor did not loosen up turning to the pile of files that had amassed on his desk. The day was young, and he had still so much work to do. He had a revolution to instigate.
From the comfort of his humble office on Coruscant, Patriarch Zor had decided to allocate much of his monthly sermon to sharing his opinions on the matter, for it seemed all the parties responsible for the attack had, in his opinion at least, not gotten their due reprimand.
Although his proclamation was mostly addressed to followers of Pius Dea, it was nonetheless available across all holo-channels in the galaxy. As the mark of the Goddess shone brightly in its golden hue, Zor cleared his throat and prepared to deliver his monologue.
"The Goddess smiles upon you, my brethren," the Patriarch saluted solemnly.
"I will not waste my breath convincing you of the blight that the Sith Empire represents for this galaxy," he began. "Their stench is indeed most potent, but there is a far more vicious threat hanging over our heads. Tonight, I bring your attention to the other belligerent in this agelong senseless war for supremacy that has cost so many lives."
As he paused, his figure was replaced was briefly replaced by a still frame from video reporting of the carnage on Kashyyyk presenting a Jedi craft on which a few too many Wookies and been haphazardly tied with vines. Terror alighted their visage in the face of certain death as the surrounding forest was ablaze. Time had done little to alleviate the impression that the entire ordeal had impressed upon Zor. He could think of very few worst ways to meet your demise.
"The Sith... the Jedi... They're one and the same; just men and women with too much power, squabbling at the altar of their false god, the Force, while the rest of us burn," the Patriarch continued, his anger almost tangible in the tone of his voice.
"Through lies, Jedi seek to convince us that they are the guardians of the peace in the galaxy, but peace is not merely the absence of tension, it is the presence of justice and the only version of justice that the Jedi service is their own," he argued regaining his composure and relaxing his raised cheekbones, thin mouth, and flared nostrils.
"They call themselves our protectors, but we do not need their protection," he insisted punctuating his last remark. "We can see through their deception; their arrogance and superiority towards the general population have been tolerated for too long. They do not care about the underclasses on Coruscant, endlessly ground down by the machinery of a corrupt government and oppressed by the ruling classes. They are too busy pandering to the elite. They really can't be bothered with the likes of us."
The Falleen remembered the contempt he had personally faced in the direct aftermath of the incident that had left him scared some ten years prior.
"They have not even attempted to make excuse for the tragedy that happened on Kashyyyk. Now we owe it to all those who perished to remember the Jedi attack on the Wookies," Zor added pointing to the lack of any official declaration from the Jedi Order in the immediate aftermath of the bombardment or at any time since. "The Free World Alliance and the New Republic like their predecessors have given the Jedi carte blanche authority to enforce whatever "law" as they see fit, and likewise bend it to their purposes."
"For too long, the ignominy of their sins has gone ignored. But no more," the Patriarch declared, and for a moment his eyes seemed to gleam with intense fervor.
"The time has come for all to unite against the tyranny of the Jedi and Sith alike and to reject their profane practices. Join us in this most holy crusade against the iniquities they have brought upon us, and the light of the Goddess will guide us towards a better future," he concluded.
As the transmission ended, Zor did not loosen up turning to the pile of files that had amassed on his desk. The day was young, and he had still so much work to do. He had a revolution to instigate.