Taking up the burden of the fallen (Recruit thread)
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Old 04-22-2011, 07:33 PM
Onomoor Onomiti
Onomoor Onomiti sat at the desk in his hotel room, his hands resting at the keyboard. The terminal there was off, and the quiet darkness was only penetrated by the occasional speeder wheeling past his window. He had just returned from the funeral. It felt unreal to him, consoling and being consoled by her squadmates, whom he had met for the first time a few days before. The crisp precision and gravity of a military funeral was foreign to the traditions of the Mon Cal, whose funerals celebrated the creations the deceased achieved during life. The Republic's bare and quiet ceremony seemed only to reinforce the absence of his sister's vivacious, cheerful activity. But Tralmon had chosen the Republic's tradition, giving even with her death to her chosen cause. He sighed.
Her life, her ready sacrifice, had to be honored. The survivors of the fallen had to take up, in some way, a part of the dead's burden. This was also Mon Cal tradition, and as a historian, he was a traditionalist. She was the best of the two of them, and Onomoor knew it: more brave, more active, more creative, more dedicated. He was just as proud of her as his parents that she had been accepted as a pilot for the New Republic. They would suffer much for her loss, both his family and the Republic. And no one to take up the burden but himself.
His mother and father would continue to support the New Republic, as they had always done, but could not serve it directly. Onomoor could. No, not in the way Tralmon had; he was a frail, sickly being, and his body could not stand the contest of physical combat. He had, however, a first class mind, sharpened by years of analysis, and that he could offer to the cause which his sister left behind. He nodded, firmly, then stood. Tomorrow.
Tomorrow found him in the home offices of the New Republic's Internship program. He had submitted his resignation to his university employers, not without a twinge of regret for his former career. He felt his new path would take him to a far different place than that of a historian and teacher.
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Old 05-02-2011, 11:10 PM
Alizabeth Moroveston
Alizabeth was taking the time when others had gone to lunch to go around and pick up the missives that needed to be sent to other offices within the Senate compound. She had found that the running back n forth had done far more than taught her the layout of the various buildings and their offices, but also gave her something important to do. It didn't hurt that with her recorder on, she was learning important information. She was learning about Drunkenwell, about Coruscant, about a million cities on a hundred worlds all across the galaxies. Some under Senate control, some under Senate protection... some under Imperial rule. She learned who worked with whom, who had control, and who she could approach about things if and when time ever came that she was in need.
As she stepped into the recruiting office, she gasped and almost dropped the plasfiles in her hand. “OH! What are you doing here?” Realizing that was a dumb question in a recruiting office, she laughed softly. “Forgive me, I had not meant to ask that. You are here to join us, aren't you.” She set the plasfile pile on the desk and looked at him. “So what is your name? I fear everyone has gone to lunch, but I would be happy to speak to you. Unless you desired someone else?”
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Old 05-03-2011, 05:20 PM
Ono
Onomoor looked up at the sound of the human woman's voice, and the clear eyelids that had covered his eyes during his contemplation retreated. He concentrated a moment, trying to recall what the woman had said.
"Yes, I am here to join you. And I would be most happy to speak with you, as well. I am not as familiar with the recruitment process as I would like." His words had a faint but distinct gurgling quality.
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Old 05-04-2011, 01:22 AM
Liz
Liz smiled and nodded towards the hall. "Come on. Let's go find someplace to talk. It will be crowded in here again when lunch is over." She led the way down the hall to a nearby spare office. There were several of these in the compound. Places people could go with communication devises and computers so they would be able to work within the systems in case they didn't have their own offices. Liz used one close to her room just so she didn't have far to go. "Here we are. This will work." She offered him a seat and moved to sit behind the desk. The ever present recorder in her pocket was absently adjusted as she removed a plaspad stick from her pocket and sat down. "So.... tell me a bit about yourself. How did you come to want to serve in the Senate with the Republic?" It was a common enough question and seemed to be the opening line to nearly any recruiting office on any planet in the system. It was what set someoen at ease and helped them get their thoughts in order. At least it had for her. Evan had made her feel at ease from the start. Realizing her mind was wandering, she blushed slightly then refocused on Onomoor and smiled awaiting his response.
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Old 05-04-2011, 03:15 AM
Ono
Onomoor stood and followed the woman into the office and sat int he chair indicated. Once he had settled himself in his chair, he answered her question.
"Yes, I'm here to join the Senate." He pulled at the barbels hanging from his chin, wondering about how much to tell, how much was relevant, and how much he could keep to himself as personal. After a few moments, he decided that honesty was the best policy. This might be the last time that was the case.
"I was a historian on Dac. I was visiting my sister here, who was a fighter pilot with the Republic, when the Empire struck Telos. She was killed in the attack." He stopped, eyes blinking, then continued. "I cannot let a cause and people she gave her life to defend fall by the wayside."
He blinked again as he realized how that could be misinterpreted. "Not that it would, of course, but I feel that I should honor her sacrifice by contributing however I can." He motioned towards his body, frail and skinny, even by the standard of the Mon Cal. "I am not a warrior. But I am a thinker and planner. An analyst. With my historical background, I feel I can best serve my sister's cause, the Republic, in the Senate."
Onomoor Onomiti
Onomoor Onomiti sat at the desk in his hotel room, his hands resting at the keyboard. The terminal there was off, and the quiet darkness was only penetrated by the occasional speeder wheeling past his window. He had just returned from the funeral. It felt unreal to him, consoling and being consoled by her squadmates, whom he had met for the first time a few days before. The crisp precision and gravity of a military funeral was foreign to the traditions of the Mon Cal, whose funerals celebrated the creations the deceased achieved during life. The Republic's bare and quiet ceremony seemed only to reinforce the absence of his sister's vivacious, cheerful activity. But Tralmon had chosen the Republic's tradition, giving even with her death to her chosen cause. He sighed.
Her life, her ready sacrifice, had to be honored. The survivors of the fallen had to take up, in some way, a part of the dead's burden. This was also Mon Cal tradition, and as a historian, he was a traditionalist. She was the best of the two of them, and Onomoor knew it: more brave, more active, more creative, more dedicated. He was just as proud of her as his parents that she had been accepted as a pilot for the New Republic. They would suffer much for her loss, both his family and the Republic. And no one to take up the burden but himself.
His mother and father would continue to support the New Republic, as they had always done, but could not serve it directly. Onomoor could. No, not in the way Tralmon had; he was a frail, sickly being, and his body could not stand the contest of physical combat. He had, however, a first class mind, sharpened by years of analysis, and that he could offer to the cause which his sister left behind. He nodded, firmly, then stood. Tomorrow.
Tomorrow found him in the home offices of the New Republic's Internship program. He had submitted his resignation to his university employers, not without a twinge of regret for his former career. He felt his new path would take him to a far different place than that of a historian and teacher.
***
Old 05-02-2011, 11:10 PM
Alizabeth Moroveston
Alizabeth was taking the time when others had gone to lunch to go around and pick up the missives that needed to be sent to other offices within the Senate compound. She had found that the running back n forth had done far more than taught her the layout of the various buildings and their offices, but also gave her something important to do. It didn't hurt that with her recorder on, she was learning important information. She was learning about Drunkenwell, about Coruscant, about a million cities on a hundred worlds all across the galaxies. Some under Senate control, some under Senate protection... some under Imperial rule. She learned who worked with whom, who had control, and who she could approach about things if and when time ever came that she was in need.
As she stepped into the recruiting office, she gasped and almost dropped the plasfiles in her hand. “OH! What are you doing here?” Realizing that was a dumb question in a recruiting office, she laughed softly. “Forgive me, I had not meant to ask that. You are here to join us, aren't you.” She set the plasfile pile on the desk and looked at him. “So what is your name? I fear everyone has gone to lunch, but I would be happy to speak to you. Unless you desired someone else?”
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Old 05-03-2011, 05:20 PM
Ono
Onomoor looked up at the sound of the human woman's voice, and the clear eyelids that had covered his eyes during his contemplation retreated. He concentrated a moment, trying to recall what the woman had said.
"Yes, I am here to join you. And I would be most happy to speak with you, as well. I am not as familiar with the recruitment process as I would like." His words had a faint but distinct gurgling quality.
***
Old 05-04-2011, 01:22 AM
Liz
Liz smiled and nodded towards the hall. "Come on. Let's go find someplace to talk. It will be crowded in here again when lunch is over." She led the way down the hall to a nearby spare office. There were several of these in the compound. Places people could go with communication devises and computers so they would be able to work within the systems in case they didn't have their own offices. Liz used one close to her room just so she didn't have far to go. "Here we are. This will work." She offered him a seat and moved to sit behind the desk. The ever present recorder in her pocket was absently adjusted as she removed a plaspad stick from her pocket and sat down. "So.... tell me a bit about yourself. How did you come to want to serve in the Senate with the Republic?" It was a common enough question and seemed to be the opening line to nearly any recruiting office on any planet in the system. It was what set someoen at ease and helped them get their thoughts in order. At least it had for her. Evan had made her feel at ease from the start. Realizing her mind was wandering, she blushed slightly then refocused on Onomoor and smiled awaiting his response.
***
Old 05-04-2011, 03:15 AM
Ono
Onomoor stood and followed the woman into the office and sat int he chair indicated. Once he had settled himself in his chair, he answered her question.
"Yes, I'm here to join the Senate." He pulled at the barbels hanging from his chin, wondering about how much to tell, how much was relevant, and how much he could keep to himself as personal. After a few moments, he decided that honesty was the best policy. This might be the last time that was the case.
"I was a historian on Dac. I was visiting my sister here, who was a fighter pilot with the Republic, when the Empire struck Telos. She was killed in the attack." He stopped, eyes blinking, then continued. "I cannot let a cause and people she gave her life to defend fall by the wayside."
He blinked again as he realized how that could be misinterpreted. "Not that it would, of course, but I feel that I should honor her sacrifice by contributing however I can." He motioned towards his body, frail and skinny, even by the standard of the Mon Cal. "I am not a warrior. But I am a thinker and planner. An analyst. With my historical background, I feel I can best serve my sister's cause, the Republic, in the Senate."