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Serra sat in her office chair, her head resting upon her hand as she watched the sun begin to set on the peaceful world of Naboo. Even through the war, Naboo was lucky enough to be so deep in Alliance Territory, the war could never touch them. At least for the time being, though the war was officially over. Serra let out a small sigh, as a flock of unidentified birds indigenous to Naboo fly gracefully into the blissful sun. Darkness began to take affect all around the sky, an eye-popping orange turning into a drowsy purple. Why would the Imperium want to take away this peaceful light, take away all hope, and give only suffering in return. It was something Serra herself would never be able to answer, she just hoped and prayed that her people would never have to know what the suffering of the Imperium was like first-hand.
Her office resembled that of her office on Coruscant. Pictures of her family hung on the wall, her papers were neatly organized into neat, tidy piles, and a large painting hung over her window. It was quite ironic actually, for the painting resembled the sun setting over the grassy hills of Naboo, just as it was now, and Serra could do nothing but stop to bask in its beauty.
The woman rose from her seat, gently brushing her way out of her office, and onto the balcony of her estate, the breeze causing her hair to sway at its own desire. Serra intensely stared at the clouds in the sky. Though there weren’t many of them, there were enough to make the arrange of colors in the sky appear to be even more delicate, as if one touch could cause the whole sky to shatter down upon the citizens of Naboo.
Serra began to remember her home back on Coruscant, and while Naboo was much closer to her heart than Coruscant would ever be, she still missed it dearly. She may not have been a city girl on Naboo, but Coruscant exposed the city girl-like nature while she was there. The woman smiled gently, thinking of all of her fond memories on the capitol of the Galactic Alliance. Slowly, the smile began to break, and her muscles shifted, causing the smile to transform into a frown. Dark thoughts began to race through the ex-Senator’s head. Suddenly, the comforting planet of Naboo was gone, and she was placed into an entirely different scenario- she was back on Coruscant, sitting in her old desk.
Serra’s mind was ablaze right now. It was almost as if someone had knocked her on the head with a blaster, but then gently laid her down on a comforting bed that would embrace her until the night’s end. It was as if she had traveled back in time, and maybe she did. Maybe this was just a flashback.
It just didn’t feel right, and an uneasy feeling churned in the Senator’s stomach, making her want to vomit all over the floor. Maybe if she had indeed traveled back in time, she could call a cleaning crew to clean it all up.
It was like she was reliving Coruscant’s fall, a memory she had stored away in the back part of her brain, locked up tight, and she had never intended to bring it back out. Was that what was happening? The Senator was frozen, she couldn’t move. All she could do was sit in her office chair and stare at the buzzing streets of Coruscant. They were so…. Alive… They weren’t dead at all. It was as if everyone had totally forgotten the Imperium even existed.
What was going on?
As moments went on, Serra began to feel more and more immersed into the scene that lay before her. She tried to claw her fingers against the chair, but with no avail, as if her nerves refused to cooperate with the Senator. Within a few moments, Serra felt like she was reliving her past, a place she had dared to never go again. It wasn’t even a dream, it was more of a reenactment, of a memory, though Serra didn’t even know what memory it was.
“Senator Talorae,” there was a knock on the Senator’s door. Finally, she was able to move, and with a jump, the Senator sprung out of her chair, her hands by her side.
“Ah, hello. Captain Orznik, are we ready for departure?” The words had flown out of Serra without even her consent. It was like she was forced to rewatch her past from a first person point of view. What was she in store for this time?
“Yes, m’lady. Your ship is prepped, and we will be arriving at Lannik within a short period of time,”
And then it hit her. She remembered this moment in crisp detail, she knew everything that was going to happen, and more, and it made Serra feel the most uncomfortable feeling she had ever felt in the longest time.
“Excellent, I assume Senator Cordovis will be arriving around the same time so we may begin discussion immediately,” Serra questioned her captain, though she should have been questioning him on more pressing matters. She wanted to scream out everything that was going to happen, but it was all compressed inside of her like a bubble- a bubble that would never pop.
“Of course, m’lady, let us get on our way,” With that, the Captain walked out of the room, leaving behind Serra, who was now internally struggling, attempting to resist the Serra from the memory, though it was all in vain. With every step Serra had taken towards the door, she felt herself die down, the memory becoming something much more than a memory- it became a nightmare. And suddenly, Serra watched, horrified, as she was transformed into the Serra from that very day so many years ago.
Her office resembled that of her office on Coruscant. Pictures of her family hung on the wall, her papers were neatly organized into neat, tidy piles, and a large painting hung over her window. It was quite ironic actually, for the painting resembled the sun setting over the grassy hills of Naboo, just as it was now, and Serra could do nothing but stop to bask in its beauty.
The woman rose from her seat, gently brushing her way out of her office, and onto the balcony of her estate, the breeze causing her hair to sway at its own desire. Serra intensely stared at the clouds in the sky. Though there weren’t many of them, there were enough to make the arrange of colors in the sky appear to be even more delicate, as if one touch could cause the whole sky to shatter down upon the citizens of Naboo.
Serra began to remember her home back on Coruscant, and while Naboo was much closer to her heart than Coruscant would ever be, she still missed it dearly. She may not have been a city girl on Naboo, but Coruscant exposed the city girl-like nature while she was there. The woman smiled gently, thinking of all of her fond memories on the capitol of the Galactic Alliance. Slowly, the smile began to break, and her muscles shifted, causing the smile to transform into a frown. Dark thoughts began to race through the ex-Senator’s head. Suddenly, the comforting planet of Naboo was gone, and she was placed into an entirely different scenario- she was back on Coruscant, sitting in her old desk.
Serra’s mind was ablaze right now. It was almost as if someone had knocked her on the head with a blaster, but then gently laid her down on a comforting bed that would embrace her until the night’s end. It was as if she had traveled back in time, and maybe she did. Maybe this was just a flashback.
It just didn’t feel right, and an uneasy feeling churned in the Senator’s stomach, making her want to vomit all over the floor. Maybe if she had indeed traveled back in time, she could call a cleaning crew to clean it all up.
It was like she was reliving Coruscant’s fall, a memory she had stored away in the back part of her brain, locked up tight, and she had never intended to bring it back out. Was that what was happening? The Senator was frozen, she couldn’t move. All she could do was sit in her office chair and stare at the buzzing streets of Coruscant. They were so…. Alive… They weren’t dead at all. It was as if everyone had totally forgotten the Imperium even existed.
What was going on?
As moments went on, Serra began to feel more and more immersed into the scene that lay before her. She tried to claw her fingers against the chair, but with no avail, as if her nerves refused to cooperate with the Senator. Within a few moments, Serra felt like she was reliving her past, a place she had dared to never go again. It wasn’t even a dream, it was more of a reenactment, of a memory, though Serra didn’t even know what memory it was.
“Senator Talorae,” there was a knock on the Senator’s door. Finally, she was able to move, and with a jump, the Senator sprung out of her chair, her hands by her side.
“Ah, hello. Captain Orznik, are we ready for departure?” The words had flown out of Serra without even her consent. It was like she was forced to rewatch her past from a first person point of view. What was she in store for this time?
“Yes, m’lady. Your ship is prepped, and we will be arriving at Lannik within a short period of time,”
And then it hit her. She remembered this moment in crisp detail, she knew everything that was going to happen, and more, and it made Serra feel the most uncomfortable feeling she had ever felt in the longest time.
“Excellent, I assume Senator Cordovis will be arriving around the same time so we may begin discussion immediately,” Serra questioned her captain, though she should have been questioning him on more pressing matters. She wanted to scream out everything that was going to happen, but it was all compressed inside of her like a bubble- a bubble that would never pop.
“Of course, m’lady, let us get on our way,” With that, the Captain walked out of the room, leaving behind Serra, who was now internally struggling, attempting to resist the Serra from the memory, though it was all in vain. With every step Serra had taken towards the door, she felt herself die down, the memory becoming something much more than a memory- it became a nightmare. And suddenly, Serra watched, horrified, as she was transformed into the Serra from that very day so many years ago.
