The movie was about to begin. Maze could struggle with explaining to her staff why she had wanted to go on her lonesome to a cinema in Coruscant, even on the upper levels where the poor could afford to pay their way for one simple ticket.
Yet, that would be a ticket to set a day behind for the poorest of families, whilst her own prospered back on Karazak without ever needing to wonder about the cost of a movie ticket.
Such dichotomy was recognized loudly enough, even if the public did not hear enough about it, but Mazeryl Xiron was not here to lie to you today about making everything right tomorrow.
She had been offered a VIP box, guarded and gilded, but had turned it down as was the norm. Her aides would insist that such was the folly of a misguided politician, and Maze would tell them that this politician did not suffer the sufferings of others. That was not her calling.
So she chose a seat where no glass could hinder her viewing of the movie screen. They call us privileged, she thought of the galactic denizens. But we hide behind wine and curtains while the real people parade the stages as kings and queens.
Mazeryl Xiron, Governor of Karazak, she had come to Coruscant as just some ordinary moviegoer. The Master of Beth was playing today, newly released to critical acclaim, and Maze would suffer only two delegates sitting either side of her to enjoy it. Enough with the commercials. Time for the previews. The movie will being shortly…
“Madam?” Kerrin asked beside her. “Popcorn?” Maze shook her head.
“Madam?” Errin asked beside her. “Almonds?” Maze obliged, scooping a handful of chocolate almonds and munching on them as the previews began.
Yet, that would be a ticket to set a day behind for the poorest of families, whilst her own prospered back on Karazak without ever needing to wonder about the cost of a movie ticket.
Such dichotomy was recognized loudly enough, even if the public did not hear enough about it, but Mazeryl Xiron was not here to lie to you today about making everything right tomorrow.
She had been offered a VIP box, guarded and gilded, but had turned it down as was the norm. Her aides would insist that such was the folly of a misguided politician, and Maze would tell them that this politician did not suffer the sufferings of others. That was not her calling.
So she chose a seat where no glass could hinder her viewing of the movie screen. They call us privileged, she thought of the galactic denizens. But we hide behind wine and curtains while the real people parade the stages as kings and queens.
Mazeryl Xiron, Governor of Karazak, she had come to Coruscant as just some ordinary moviegoer. The Master of Beth was playing today, newly released to critical acclaim, and Maze would suffer only two delegates sitting either side of her to enjoy it. Enough with the commercials. Time for the previews. The movie will being shortly…
“Madam?” Kerrin asked beside her. “Popcorn?” Maze shook her head.
“Madam?” Errin asked beside her. “Almonds?” Maze obliged, scooping a handful of chocolate almonds and munching on them as the previews began.
