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Setting: The Imperial Office on Coruscant. The room is dark and stark, as is the throne, a black, metalic metalic chair on a raised platform. Emperor Palpatine wears only long robes.
Palpatine: I've never kept my religion a secret. In fact, my apprentice brings it up at meetings. Do you see me stopping him? Nobody can discuss power without him talking about how much more powerful is The Force.
Palpatine: I don't push this in law, because I know that Theocracy isn't the way to go. But, I really do think the Dark Side has a lot to offer the people of the Empire. People need to feel their emotions, to process them and to use them to become stronger and freer, individually and as a unified people.
Camera pans to see a woman holding what could be a pen up: Feel their emotions, like hatred?
Palpatine: That's just one emotion, and unfairly maligned I might add. Hate is an essential emotion to a complex emotional landscape that needs to be explored and contextualized.
A light blinks on the right arm-rest of the throne.
Palpatine: Oh, we're out of time. I've got this appointment with some scientists who say they've made some important discoveries. I hope you have enough for your article.
Woman: Yes, thank you, Emperor.
Palpatine: I look forward to reading it.
The door opens. A man and a woman walk in.
The woman nods to them as she passes, the door closing behind her.
Palpatine: Nice to meet you two. I hear you've discovered some kind of new fuel?
The man steps forward: Not a new fuel, sir. I've made some discoveries about the fundamental properties of how we consume fuel. It has to do with the science fiction technological terminologies that nobody should be expected to understand, because even if I'm using real words I'm not using them accurate to real world science.
Palpatine pauses, trying to keep up: I'm sorry. I really am. But, I'm very much a lay-person.
The woman steps forward: He's the research scientist. I'm the engineer. Put more simply, with his discoveries and my engine designs, we think we can achieve a 99.99999% fuel efficiency.
Palpatine blinks: Okay, I may not be a specialist, but I know that's either impossible or damn near it.
Scientist: Near, just not as near as we used to think.
Engineer: We have the prototypes to prove it.
Palpatine: Where are these prototypes?
Engineer: Schemata and examples are with the Imperial Engineers for inspection, right now.
Scientist: This dramatically alters the scope of what we can do.
Engineer: Remember the time the star of Hephaestus went nova? We didn't have much warning, so we never had the chance to organize an evacuation. The number of survival pods with the shield capacity to survive a nova were... well...
Scientist: We had family on Hephaestus, sir. This is more than a little personal for us.
Palpatine: I understand, an entire planet being destroyed leaves a mark on anybody, let alone people personally connected.
Engineer: But, that doesn't need to happen, anymore. Imagine a star base the size of a moon. Imagine the star base has its own hyperspace drive, enough life support to be able to use all the space, down to the core, and more power still. It would be big enough to house entire cities with families, grow food for them and provide entertainment, and still have enough space for a shield generator that could, for instance, encompass an entire planet to protect it from a star going nova.
Palpatine: That's quite the vision you have.
Engineer: Not only a vision, but possible and possible on that scale with only one exhaust port, no wider than two meters... about the size of a Tatooinian Wamp Rat.
Scientist: That's just one example, of course. It's accomplishable, but just the tip of an iceberg that includes ships traveling farther and carrying more cargo, longer lasting life support, water traveling to desert planets, and all with such a microscopic environmental impact that even the most densly populated planets won't need caps anymore.
Palpatine: These stars of... of good deeds could be ready to help out wherever needed, needing no such tragedies ever again. I'm sorry, what are your names? We have to name this after you!
Scientist: We're siblings, we both share the same last name. We are Jill *points to the engineer* and Jack *points to himself* Death.
Palpatine: Jack and Jill Death?
Engineer: We've already heard the jokes.
Palpatine: Okay, maybe some other way to memorialize you, we'll have the marketing department come up with something.
Scene 2
Setting: Naboo Royal Palace. The Princess sits on her throne, wearing long, flowing robes of red and blue. Her hair is done up in a style that is... just plain unreasonable, but speaks of her wealth and the power that she commands in that nobody snickers.
A man dressed in blue leathers and a red cape rushes in.: Princess! Princess! There is dire news.
Princess Leia: How could things possibly get more dire?
Man: The Empire has made a new discovery, a more efficient method of fuel use. This will make them exponentially more maneuverable. Our ability to plan around them, evade detection, and achieve some kind of freedom from this horrible Empire will be down to nohting.
Princess Leia: Contact the Bothans, we need information and we need to stop this from happening.
Scene 3
Jill Death walks into the Imperial Office.
Palpatine: Jill, you should be taking some time. I only knew Jack for a few days and I feel like *I* should be taking some time.
Jill: No. No time. Time is what was stolen from all of us. Every day of his life. Every moment I could have known my brother was happy and safe and alive.
Jill clenches a fist around some rolled up blueprints.
Palpatine: Really, Jill, you need to take some time and let the grief flow through you, then your path to honoring Jack and living will be begun.
Jill holds out a hand: No. Rename the stations. I have a new design for you, a laser cannon. I want them to feel what I felt and I want them to know it was my family that did it.
Setting: The Imperial Office on Coruscant. The room is dark and stark, as is the throne, a black, metalic metalic chair on a raised platform. Emperor Palpatine wears only long robes.
Palpatine: I've never kept my religion a secret. In fact, my apprentice brings it up at meetings. Do you see me stopping him? Nobody can discuss power without him talking about how much more powerful is The Force.
Palpatine: I don't push this in law, because I know that Theocracy isn't the way to go. But, I really do think the Dark Side has a lot to offer the people of the Empire. People need to feel their emotions, to process them and to use them to become stronger and freer, individually and as a unified people.
Camera pans to see a woman holding what could be a pen up: Feel their emotions, like hatred?
Palpatine: That's just one emotion, and unfairly maligned I might add. Hate is an essential emotion to a complex emotional landscape that needs to be explored and contextualized.
A light blinks on the right arm-rest of the throne.
Palpatine: Oh, we're out of time. I've got this appointment with some scientists who say they've made some important discoveries. I hope you have enough for your article.
Woman: Yes, thank you, Emperor.
Palpatine: I look forward to reading it.
The door opens. A man and a woman walk in.
The woman nods to them as she passes, the door closing behind her.
Palpatine: Nice to meet you two. I hear you've discovered some kind of new fuel?
The man steps forward: Not a new fuel, sir. I've made some discoveries about the fundamental properties of how we consume fuel. It has to do with the science fiction technological terminologies that nobody should be expected to understand, because even if I'm using real words I'm not using them accurate to real world science.
Palpatine pauses, trying to keep up: I'm sorry. I really am. But, I'm very much a lay-person.
The woman steps forward: He's the research scientist. I'm the engineer. Put more simply, with his discoveries and my engine designs, we think we can achieve a 99.99999% fuel efficiency.
Palpatine blinks: Okay, I may not be a specialist, but I know that's either impossible or damn near it.
Scientist: Near, just not as near as we used to think.
Engineer: We have the prototypes to prove it.
Palpatine: Where are these prototypes?
Engineer: Schemata and examples are with the Imperial Engineers for inspection, right now.
Scientist: This dramatically alters the scope of what we can do.
Engineer: Remember the time the star of Hephaestus went nova? We didn't have much warning, so we never had the chance to organize an evacuation. The number of survival pods with the shield capacity to survive a nova were... well...
Scientist: We had family on Hephaestus, sir. This is more than a little personal for us.
Palpatine: I understand, an entire planet being destroyed leaves a mark on anybody, let alone people personally connected.
Engineer: But, that doesn't need to happen, anymore. Imagine a star base the size of a moon. Imagine the star base has its own hyperspace drive, enough life support to be able to use all the space, down to the core, and more power still. It would be big enough to house entire cities with families, grow food for them and provide entertainment, and still have enough space for a shield generator that could, for instance, encompass an entire planet to protect it from a star going nova.
Palpatine: That's quite the vision you have.
Engineer: Not only a vision, but possible and possible on that scale with only one exhaust port, no wider than two meters... about the size of a Tatooinian Wamp Rat.
Scientist: That's just one example, of course. It's accomplishable, but just the tip of an iceberg that includes ships traveling farther and carrying more cargo, longer lasting life support, water traveling to desert planets, and all with such a microscopic environmental impact that even the most densly populated planets won't need caps anymore.
Palpatine: These stars of... of good deeds could be ready to help out wherever needed, needing no such tragedies ever again. I'm sorry, what are your names? We have to name this after you!
Scientist: We're siblings, we both share the same last name. We are Jill *points to the engineer* and Jack *points to himself* Death.
Palpatine: Jack and Jill Death?
Engineer: We've already heard the jokes.
Palpatine: Okay, maybe some other way to memorialize you, we'll have the marketing department come up with something.
Scene 2
Setting: Naboo Royal Palace. The Princess sits on her throne, wearing long, flowing robes of red and blue. Her hair is done up in a style that is... just plain unreasonable, but speaks of her wealth and the power that she commands in that nobody snickers.
A man dressed in blue leathers and a red cape rushes in.: Princess! Princess! There is dire news.
Princess Leia: How could things possibly get more dire?
Man: The Empire has made a new discovery, a more efficient method of fuel use. This will make them exponentially more maneuverable. Our ability to plan around them, evade detection, and achieve some kind of freedom from this horrible Empire will be down to nohting.
Princess Leia: Contact the Bothans, we need information and we need to stop this from happening.
Scene 3
Jill Death walks into the Imperial Office.
Palpatine: Jill, you should be taking some time. I only knew Jack for a few days and I feel like *I* should be taking some time.
Jill: No. No time. Time is what was stolen from all of us. Every day of his life. Every moment I could have known my brother was happy and safe and alive.
Jill clenches a fist around some rolled up blueprints.
Palpatine: Really, Jill, you need to take some time and let the grief flow through you, then your path to honoring Jack and living will be begun.
Jill holds out a hand: No. Rename the stations. I have a new design for you, a laser cannon. I want them to feel what I felt and I want them to know it was my family that did it.
