In Which Elena Does the Drabble: Set #2
Theme: War Crimes
Fandom: Star Wars
a. hours
It took little more than one hour to destroy New Oldtown. Fifteen minutes to reach the planet from the outskirts of the system, five minutes to contact the mayor, five minutes for a protracted refusal, and then half an hour of protracted bombardment. Five minutes for course adjustments.
Trigit had killed ten thousand souls, and it was all in a morning’s work to him. Imperial.
It took Gara Petothel significantly longer to take on Lara Notsil’s identity, but she did it without a flicker of remorse. Imperial. It was only later that she repented for the careless cruelty of her act.
b. days
“Well, don’t just stand there,” the lead stormtrooper said. “Start digging.”
The crowd of people milled around uncertainly, but when the safeties clicked off, they found the will to bend down and start scratching away at the earth. They dug quietly and quickly, never looking up.
“Line up.”
Then a spray of clean red blaster bolts hit them in the chest, and the diggers toppled over.
“Get the bulldozers to cover them up,” Lead ordered.
“Slow group,” commented one. “The next’ll have to be quicker.”
“How much longer until we’re finished, sir?”
“Three days, command thinks. Until they’re all dead.”
c. weeks
The first week, they didn’t know it was going to be so bad. By the second, with the ward covered in blood, they did. The third and fourth weeks they worked until their hands went numb. They still couldn’t save any of the victims.
By the fifth week, a quarter of the doctors were dead. By week six, they watched from the hospital as the riots began. After that, all they concentrated on were their bleeding patients. The morgue filled up quickly.
And on the tenth week, Wedge Antilles finally broke the bacta blockade. He was ten weeks too late.
d. months
I remember what it was like to have food at my fingertips all the time, to take clean water for granted and housing a right. It seems like a dream, but I know it was real. I have holos to prove it. But that was before Yavin.
I remember celebrating after Yavin.
Then the Empire came. They destroyed our fields, our forests, our plains. They destroyed everything. Then they took our homes and cast us out into the wilderness to die. But there was mercy. It is so strange, though…
Was it only months ago that I began to beg for food?
e. years
“So, what’s the verdict, doc?”
Doctor Jal Turi glared at the assistant. “Shut up. I didn’t get a Ph.D so I could get lip from an annoying grad student.”
The student just rolled his eyes. “Yeah, whatever. I just want to know what you think about this place. Is it savable? ‘Cause I don’t really want to be around when you tell the natives their planet is dead.”
Turi just gazed at the bleak, sad horizon. Brown dust was floating everywhere, and he absentmindedly sneezed. “I don’t know. It may take years to heal Honoghr, if it heals at all.”
Fandom: Star Wars
a. hours
It took little more than one hour to destroy New Oldtown. Fifteen minutes to reach the planet from the outskirts of the system, five minutes to contact the mayor, five minutes for a protracted refusal, and then half an hour of protracted bombardment. Five minutes for course adjustments.
Trigit had killed ten thousand souls, and it was all in a morning’s work to him. Imperial.
It took Gara Petothel significantly longer to take on Lara Notsil’s identity, but she did it without a flicker of remorse. Imperial. It was only later that she repented for the careless cruelty of her act.
b. days
“Well, don’t just stand there,” the lead stormtrooper said. “Start digging.”
The crowd of people milled around uncertainly, but when the safeties clicked off, they found the will to bend down and start scratching away at the earth. They dug quietly and quickly, never looking up.
“Line up.”
Then a spray of clean red blaster bolts hit them in the chest, and the diggers toppled over.
“Get the bulldozers to cover them up,” Lead ordered.
“Slow group,” commented one. “The next’ll have to be quicker.”
“How much longer until we’re finished, sir?”
“Three days, command thinks. Until they’re all dead.”
c. weeks
The first week, they didn’t know it was going to be so bad. By the second, with the ward covered in blood, they did. The third and fourth weeks they worked until their hands went numb. They still couldn’t save any of the victims.
By the fifth week, a quarter of the doctors were dead. By week six, they watched from the hospital as the riots began. After that, all they concentrated on were their bleeding patients. The morgue filled up quickly.
And on the tenth week, Wedge Antilles finally broke the bacta blockade. He was ten weeks too late.
d. months
I remember what it was like to have food at my fingertips all the time, to take clean water for granted and housing a right. It seems like a dream, but I know it was real. I have holos to prove it. But that was before Yavin.
I remember celebrating after Yavin.
Then the Empire came. They destroyed our fields, our forests, our plains. They destroyed everything. Then they took our homes and cast us out into the wilderness to die. But there was mercy. It is so strange, though…
Was it only months ago that I began to beg for food?
e. years
“So, what’s the verdict, doc?”
Doctor Jal Turi glared at the assistant. “Shut up. I didn’t get a Ph.D so I could get lip from an annoying grad student.”
The student just rolled his eyes. “Yeah, whatever. I just want to know what you think about this place. Is it savable? ‘Cause I don’t really want to be around when you tell the natives their planet is dead.”
Turi just gazed at the bleak, sad horizon. Brown dust was floating everywhere, and he absentmindedly sneezed. “I don’t know. It may take years to heal Honoghr, if it heals at all.”