New Divide: Change:
Not so long ago, in our very own galaxy...
Date: January 16, 2012 / 21 ABY
It was another cold, Canadian winter morning in Southern Ontario. Hania Tomahawk, a twelve-year-old girl, sat in her seventh-grade classroom, waiting for someone to come. The desks in the room were in rows of three desks, and the only two empty seats were in the front of the class on either of her sides. So, she knew the new kid coming in today would sit next to her. She just hoped he-- or she-- was nice. When she was new to this school a couple years before, she was greeted by harassment. She didn't want it to be the same with any more new kids. Though she was excited for the kid’s arrival, she was shy around people she wasn’t familiar with. Her teacher, Mr. Wainwright, began calling out each student's name in alphabetical order to do the attendance.
As if on cue, when Mr. Wainwright said "Hania" and her hand rose, there was a knock on the classroom door. The girls--excluding Hania-- giggled as they whispered to each other.
"Matt, go open the door." Mr. Wainwright said in his dull, monotone voice.
The student he called upon stood up and walked over to the door and opened it. As everyone thought, it was the new kid. She stepped into the room with her backpack on. She was black, had light blue eyes, and black hair in a strange style-- the hair on her right was short, on her left was a bit longer than her shoulders, and she had long side bangs that were pulled into a thin braid on the left side of her face. A couple of blue hair clips kept her bangs out of her face. She held her white jacket in her arms, and wore a blue t-shirt and white jeans.
"I'm Mr. Wainright." he said. "Go and introduce yourself to the class."
"Stand in the middle at the front, so everyone can see you." he interrupted.
The new girl shrugged, and walked to the front of the class. The other girls giggled, already dissing her clothes.
"Hi." she said. "My name is Bryda Yurei. I'm thirteen years old."
The bratty girls immediately started whispering rude comments to each other.
"Brida? Like the filter?"
"What's with her hair?"
"Was she held back a grade?"
"Her clothes are lame."
"Now, Breyda, take a seat." Mr. Wainwright said.
"Bryda." she corrected, and then her eyes fell upon Hania and the empty seats on either side of her.
"You will be assigned a locker during the lunch break"
Bryda put her jacket on the seat next to Hania, and her backpack under the desk, and sat down.
"Now, class, open your geography textbooks to page ninety-three and read it."
Bryda took out a pencil case and notebook from her backpack. As she did so, Hania opened her textbook and put it in between their desks.
"Thanks." Bryda said.
"You're welcome." Hania replied.
"Emperor Cassius," a small holographic man stood on the Emperor's desk said, "the project is nearing completion."
"Very good." Emperor Cassius Kugustu said, sitting straight in his chair, in his office. "How much longer until it is operational?"
"Within the next three months."
The Emperor slammed a fist on his desk. "Three blasted months?! You said it was nearing completion!"
"Yes, sir, it is."
"Three months is not close enough!"
"Well, sir, it has been under construction for the past couple years."
"Double your efforts on the station immediately!" the Emperor yelled.
"You mean lord?"
"Yes, my lord.” the man said, annoyed.
He pressed a button on his desk, and the hologram disappeared. Cassius sighed, rolled his eyes, and rested his head on his fist, then spun his chair around to face his window behind him. It looked out at the surface of a moon. Not a moon with any life forms, like the forests of the moon of Endor. It was just a big piece of grey rock in space, circling its planet slowly. Boring. Cassius spun his chair around to face his desk again, and he jumped and his face’s colour flushed away at the surprise of another holographic figure on his desk. Not a small one, like before, but a large bust two feet tall.
"Don't get too comfortable there, Cassius." the figure, a woman, said. "How goes the plans of my station?"
Cassius quickly stood up. "It is nearing completion. Three more months." he answered.
"Good. Does the Republic or any of the planet's citizens know of it?"
"Not that we know of, my lord."
"Good." she said. "And remember, any Jedi you find, capture them. Notify me immediately."
"Yes, Darth Buratti."
"And, two more things.” She said sweetly with a smile. Then, her eyes narrowed and her face darkened. “Get out of my office, and get stop telling my men to call you 'my lord.'"
"Yes my lord." Cassius said quickly.
The hologram disappeared, and Cassius sighed, and then proceeded to walk to the lift to exit the Sith Lord's office.
For now, I do her bidding. But, someday soon, I shall rule the galaxy. Alone. he thought. After all, it was part of the deal. He smiled, and the colour returned to his face.