The Galactic Adventures of Pierce Darkblade
You insist to Baldee that violence is never the answer and that the people of the commune must protest peacefully against the elite class.
Baldee lets out a barrel chested sigh of dissapointment and dullfully agrees with your position. You speak with a large number of the commune; telling them to make signs and write chants and slogans to shout when they march on the capital building. With much fervor they set to work on this, into the night.
The next morning you head to the commune. There is still a frigid chill under the high ceiling of the commune, but the blizzards seem to have ceased for the moment. Today the sun is shining, a sign of good fortune to come you think.
You watch as Baldee hugs his small sickly son goodbye and walks with all of the men and some women of the commune; marching toward the capital all ready shouting their chants of protest. You join the group in their songs of peaceful protest and smile that these people have embraced peaceful demonstration so openly.
As you and the Freevians march through the streets, you see the Elite begin to stir. They peek out of windows and door ways and city guards with primitive 3 shot laser rifles run towards the center of the city, the high council chamber.
As you reach the snowy square in front of the High Council chamber you see an entire platoon of city guards at the council steps. You also see four members of the council itself present. The roaring crowd grows silent and Baldee speaks for his people...
"HIGH COUNCIL OF FREEVUS! WE, THE FREEVIANS OF THE COMMUNES NO LONGER WILL TOLERATE YOUR MEAGER WAGES AND TREATMENTS FOR OUR HARD DAYS WORK!" The crowd cheers, you along with them. The High council members snarl their lips in disgust.
"WE REFUSE TO WORK UNDER YOUR YOKE ANY LONGER UNTIL WE CAN COME TO A PEACEFUL AGREEMENT AND AMEND OUR LAWS, SO ALL FREEVIANS CAN BE CREATED EQUAL!" The crowd roars, raising their fists and their signs.
You view as an ornately dressed high council member, raises his hand and makes some sort of quick, strange gesture. The crowd gasps as the entire platoon of guards aim their long laser rifles at the crowd.
"Wait! It does not have to be like...." Baldee is shot through the skull with an orange laser blast that shreds his head in two flying chunks of meat. The crowd begins to scream and attempt to run away from the council chamber. You are knocked down in the confusion as orange lasers fly into the crowd, dozens being killed in an instant.
You crawl in the snow, away from the council hall, attempting to remain unoticed. You can't believe how badly things have just turned out.
As you near an alleyway to get up and run, your bright red Alliance uniform betrays your stealth abilities. You are a huge red bullseye, as you stand to make a break into the alley an organge laser blast penetrates your midsection, blowing a hole in your belly the size of a small tree trunk. You fall to your knees, sputter some sort of nonsensical last words and face plant into the snow.
Baldee lets out a barrel chested sigh of dissapointment and dullfully agrees with your position. You speak with a large number of the commune; telling them to make signs and write chants and slogans to shout when they march on the capital building. With much fervor they set to work on this, into the night.
The next morning you head to the commune. There is still a frigid chill under the high ceiling of the commune, but the blizzards seem to have ceased for the moment. Today the sun is shining, a sign of good fortune to come you think.
You watch as Baldee hugs his small sickly son goodbye and walks with all of the men and some women of the commune; marching toward the capital all ready shouting their chants of protest. You join the group in their songs of peaceful protest and smile that these people have embraced peaceful demonstration so openly.
As you and the Freevians march through the streets, you see the Elite begin to stir. They peek out of windows and door ways and city guards with primitive 3 shot laser rifles run towards the center of the city, the high council chamber.
As you reach the snowy square in front of the High Council chamber you see an entire platoon of city guards at the council steps. You also see four members of the council itself present. The roaring crowd grows silent and Baldee speaks for his people...
"HIGH COUNCIL OF FREEVUS! WE, THE FREEVIANS OF THE COMMUNES NO LONGER WILL TOLERATE YOUR MEAGER WAGES AND TREATMENTS FOR OUR HARD DAYS WORK!" The crowd cheers, you along with them. The High council members snarl their lips in disgust.
"WE REFUSE TO WORK UNDER YOUR YOKE ANY LONGER UNTIL WE CAN COME TO A PEACEFUL AGREEMENT AND AMEND OUR LAWS, SO ALL FREEVIANS CAN BE CREATED EQUAL!" The crowd roars, raising their fists and their signs.
You view as an ornately dressed high council member, raises his hand and makes some sort of quick, strange gesture. The crowd gasps as the entire platoon of guards aim their long laser rifles at the crowd.
"Wait! It does not have to be like...." Baldee is shot through the skull with an orange laser blast that shreds his head in two flying chunks of meat. The crowd begins to scream and attempt to run away from the council chamber. You are knocked down in the confusion as orange lasers fly into the crowd, dozens being killed in an instant.
You crawl in the snow, away from the council hall, attempting to remain unoticed. You can't believe how badly things have just turned out.
As you near an alleyway to get up and run, your bright red Alliance uniform betrays your stealth abilities. You are a huge red bullseye, as you stand to make a break into the alley an organge laser blast penetrates your midsection, blowing a hole in your belly the size of a small tree trunk. You fall to your knees, sputter some sort of nonsensical last words and face plant into the snow.
