<font size=1>It's not great, definately not up to the greatness that was Viryn Quell, but there you go. Enjoy!</font>
In an age where you’re only worth is the number of ships behind you and the competence of the commanders who stand on their command bridges, it’s a small wonder that the entire galaxy is being played like one big-ass, cosmic-scale game.
Point in question, the New Order and their glorious Empire. The Empire has this galaxy sucking milt from her proverbial tit, and our precious leaders are either to damned stupid to see this (Chadd Fearsons), don’t give a rats ass because, in the meantime, they have it all, (Trade Federation Viceroy Nelix Galdra), or are simply to caught up in their own little worlds to see it all (New Republic leader Leia Organa Solo).
Take the current war that the New Order gleefully takes part in against the Galactic Defence Initiative, a faction that has aided the Empire numerous times in the past. The most pointed example of this was their assistance in fighting the former Rogue Empire. The very same Rogue Empire that is now the New Order’s chief ally in this epic battle.
The Empire is like the player that just can’t decide which team to play for, the one that the coach transfers to the other side halfway through because he figures it’ll even things out a bit. Only in this game, the Empire is coach, captain, and star player. And whichever team the Empire chooses always, always, turns out to be the winning side. Little surprise, then, that Emperor Chadd Fearsons would slip a twenty-cred chip into TNO’s pocket for a bit of leverage, there.
Never mind that team A is the good-guy team who play the game fairly and honestly, and team B is the bad-guy team who kick you in the shins when the refs not looking. The Empire wants what they want, and their allegiance depends on whichever teams offers to take them out for a complimentary pizza after the game.
But it’s not the Jutraalians’ fault. After all, like everyone else in this galaxy they’re simply pawns to the grand scheme that the New Order has been cooking up for the past decade. The winning gameplan that’ll take their team to the Intergalactic Championships and win it for the third year running.
So while the Empire moves the pieces on her chessboard of galactic events, remember this. This, my friend, is a game. And in that game, you are a pawn. And like any game, pawns are always sacrificed first.
So while the Empire busies herself with petty problems like ‘What to do with this Dxun Isstal?’ remember that even the loyalist of players are trampled upon when victory is in sight. The Empire loves to win.
Checkmate.
<font size=6>Life as a Game</font size>
By VirginDestiny
By VirginDestiny
In an age where you’re only worth is the number of ships behind you and the competence of the commanders who stand on their command bridges, it’s a small wonder that the entire galaxy is being played like one big-ass, cosmic-scale game.
Point in question, the New Order and their glorious Empire. The Empire has this galaxy sucking milt from her proverbial tit, and our precious leaders are either to damned stupid to see this (Chadd Fearsons), don’t give a rats ass because, in the meantime, they have it all, (Trade Federation Viceroy Nelix Galdra), or are simply to caught up in their own little worlds to see it all (New Republic leader Leia Organa Solo).
Take the current war that the New Order gleefully takes part in against the Galactic Defence Initiative, a faction that has aided the Empire numerous times in the past. The most pointed example of this was their assistance in fighting the former Rogue Empire. The very same Rogue Empire that is now the New Order’s chief ally in this epic battle.
The Empire is like the player that just can’t decide which team to play for, the one that the coach transfers to the other side halfway through because he figures it’ll even things out a bit. Only in this game, the Empire is coach, captain, and star player. And whichever team the Empire chooses always, always, turns out to be the winning side. Little surprise, then, that Emperor Chadd Fearsons would slip a twenty-cred chip into TNO’s pocket for a bit of leverage, there.
Never mind that team A is the good-guy team who play the game fairly and honestly, and team B is the bad-guy team who kick you in the shins when the refs not looking. The Empire wants what they want, and their allegiance depends on whichever teams offers to take them out for a complimentary pizza after the game.
But it’s not the Jutraalians’ fault. After all, like everyone else in this galaxy they’re simply pawns to the grand scheme that the New Order has been cooking up for the past decade. The winning gameplan that’ll take their team to the Intergalactic Championships and win it for the third year running.
So while the Empire moves the pieces on her chessboard of galactic events, remember this. This, my friend, is a game. And in that game, you are a pawn. And like any game, pawns are always sacrificed first.
So while the Empire busies herself with petty problems like ‘What to do with this Dxun Isstal?’ remember that even the loyalist of players are trampled upon when victory is in sight. The Empire loves to win.
Checkmate.