Fic: Coup d'Etat [1/4]
Title: Coup d'Etat
Author: Elena
Fandom: Star Wars EU - LotF speculation
Summary: Revolution comes to Corellia.
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Vare Burl had learned to enjoy the sight of Corellia during regime change. There was something about the sight of fighting in the streets, something about angry mobs and street agitators that made her heart lift up and sing the wonders of democracy - especially when her shop was being burned to the ground by anti-alien activists.
This was the first time that Vare had ever seen the rioting from this angle, though. To be fair, though, this was the first time Vare had been kidnapped by independent soldiers and brought to the top of the Capitol Building in Coronet City. She’d been placed in the office of the former Diktat, and from what she’d been able to glean from her untalkative guards, the only reason the new one wasn’t here was because of some unfinished business on Centerpoint.
That made sense to her. There wasn’t any resistance in the city below, that was for sure. There were an awful lot of armed soldiers patrolling the streets, and an awful lot of Sal-Solo’s scum scrambling in back alleys, but there weren’t any mobs. No fires, either. Vase breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe her store would survive to the morning after all.
“Miss Burl,” said one of the guards. He was a young Zabrak male, his skin the dark gold of the Talus colony. “Miss Burl, the General will be here in a few minutes. Do you require anything before he comes?”
Vare sighs internally. She could only wish her accent sounded as good as his. “No thanks, kid. After your General talks with me, I’m outta here.”
The guard looks uncertain, his black facial tattoos drawing tight around his eyes, but his partner, a black-furred Selonian woman Vase thought to be her own age, just shook her head sharply, and he relaxed. Vase turned away and looked out the window. Their General would come on his own time, obviously - she just hoped he came before morning, because she couldn’t afford to lose the business sure to come her way after this latest and greatest revolution.
“Miss Burl?” the Zabrak guard called softly. “The General is going to come in now - Chertyl and I will be right outside if you need anything.” Vare gestured absentmindedly as the two leave, and grins when she finally sees their General. She sizes him up, noticing the grey in his hair and the thickening around his middle. It looked good on him, middle age. He looked like he did more than survive on caf and plan for the next engagement, and she hoped she looked the same. Thirty years ago…well, she hadn’t been at her best the last time she had seen him and served under him.
“It’s good to see you again, Commander,” she says, a full grin stretching across her face. “Or should I call you General?”
He laughs quietly and ends his own inspection of her. “Technically, it’s Diktat now,” Wedge Antilles says mildly. “Although I think, Gara, that we’ve known each other long enough to be on a first name basis by now.”
Author: Elena
Fandom: Star Wars EU - LotF speculation
Summary: Revolution comes to Corellia.
Next Part - Story Index
Vare Burl had learned to enjoy the sight of Corellia during regime change. There was something about the sight of fighting in the streets, something about angry mobs and street agitators that made her heart lift up and sing the wonders of democracy - especially when her shop was being burned to the ground by anti-alien activists.
This was the first time that Vare had ever seen the rioting from this angle, though. To be fair, though, this was the first time Vare had been kidnapped by independent soldiers and brought to the top of the Capitol Building in Coronet City. She’d been placed in the office of the former Diktat, and from what she’d been able to glean from her untalkative guards, the only reason the new one wasn’t here was because of some unfinished business on Centerpoint.
That made sense to her. There wasn’t any resistance in the city below, that was for sure. There were an awful lot of armed soldiers patrolling the streets, and an awful lot of Sal-Solo’s scum scrambling in back alleys, but there weren’t any mobs. No fires, either. Vase breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe her store would survive to the morning after all.
“Miss Burl,” said one of the guards. He was a young Zabrak male, his skin the dark gold of the Talus colony. “Miss Burl, the General will be here in a few minutes. Do you require anything before he comes?”
Vare sighs internally. She could only wish her accent sounded as good as his. “No thanks, kid. After your General talks with me, I’m outta here.”
The guard looks uncertain, his black facial tattoos drawing tight around his eyes, but his partner, a black-furred Selonian woman Vase thought to be her own age, just shook her head sharply, and he relaxed. Vase turned away and looked out the window. Their General would come on his own time, obviously - she just hoped he came before morning, because she couldn’t afford to lose the business sure to come her way after this latest and greatest revolution.
“Miss Burl?” the Zabrak guard called softly. “The General is going to come in now - Chertyl and I will be right outside if you need anything.” Vare gestured absentmindedly as the two leave, and grins when she finally sees their General. She sizes him up, noticing the grey in his hair and the thickening around his middle. It looked good on him, middle age. He looked like he did more than survive on caf and plan for the next engagement, and she hoped she looked the same. Thirty years ago…well, she hadn’t been at her best the last time she had seen him and served under him.
“It’s good to see you again, Commander,” she says, a full grin stretching across her face. “Or should I call you General?”
He laughs quietly and ends his own inspection of her. “Technically, it’s Diktat now,” Wedge Antilles says mildly. “Although I think, Gara, that we’ve known each other long enough to be on a first name basis by now.”