3rd Person
Some say conflict is inevitable.
Conflict, struggle, dispute...
The natural order of the galaxy is to hunt or be hunted; every Kaleesh warrior knows this.
Even within balance, there is death.
And yet, not all conflict can be deemed natural.
Nourished by the skeletal ribs of hunger and parched lips of thirst is the rot of every living being.
Fear, hate, avarice...
From the darkest depths of our internal strife comes a new, foul breed of conflict.
War.
Perhaps conflict is inevitable, perhaps not.
In the end, all we can do is choose our battles.
Choose what we fight for.
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From the bridge of a Venator-class Star Destroyer, a man stared down at the surface of Serenno, its lush green and brown hues beneath his boot.
His watchful eye governing every crevice, every crack.
...Every weakness.
The Venators were tens, roughly triple the standard fare he was accustomed to.
As for the Separatist forces...
Seven, maybe eight capital ships hovering within the ether of space.
A dwindling flock.
"If only our leadership had clarity." he muttered to himself, patting down the shoulders of his muddy green officer uniform. "For all their clairvoyance, the Jedi lack the urgency of decisive action."
"Tap. Tap. Tap."
From behind, a clone commander approached the man, Commander Neyo of the 91st legion.
"Sir. What are your orders?"
"You may remain as you are." he responded curtly.
"Roger that, Captain Tarkin."
Adi
Shadows danced around the dim chamber, my uneasiness stoked by flickering green flames overhead.
"Per the Nugoll Accords, all of the planet and the space that surrounds it will be transferred to separatist control." Count Dooku read out, addressing the chamber from the front of the table.
He stood before the table of politicians and corporate leaders, dignified in his obsidian robes... his amber cloak.
One of his weathered hands holding a holotablet, the other gesturing to the large blue holographic projection behind him containing the full extent of the accords.
Why we were not each given personal copies, I'm sure there were multiple sinister reasons for.
Still, I'd already read the Nugoll Accords' contents entirely.
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