Open Flashpoint Dantooine Preaching to the Choir

[Zor]

What had taken the Dantoooinians centuries to build had been reduced to rubbles by the near-decade of uninterrupted half-resolved-sooner-reignited military confrontations between Jedi, Sith and their respective supporters. The initial uncompleted reconstruction efforts remained visible from the main plaza of Dantoo Town. Despite the resolve of successive governments, scab was just beginning to for over the still-crimson lesions of the devastated planet.

"War ravaged, broken dreams, and for what? For power? For credit-nexus greed? For profits?" the Patriarch commented delivering a sermon that he had carefully crafted with his advisors during their way to the Raioballo sector. "Because leaders aren't wise nor clever enough to see through the lies of otherworldly influences who seek to control your daily lives."

Having traveled all the way from Coruscant with members of his congregation to provide some much-needed relief, Zor was celebrating mass on a makeshift rostrum in front of an impromptu assembly comprised of a diverse assortment of Humans, Rodians, Ithorians, Selkaths, and Sullustans, all immigrated species who had shared Dantooine for thousands of years.

"Jedi, then Sith, then Jedi, then Sith again. There must be more to this life than to stand with either the oppressors or the oppressed. The people of Dantooine deserve their freedom. Freedom to live their lives untroubled by the whims of sacrilegious megalomaniacs who pray at the altars of a false god and justify their unholy crusade by fallacious rhetorics."

The cheers of the ever-growing crowd seemed to be getting livelier as the homily went on. Rising his hand to reach for the Goddess's embrace, the Fallen hoped to challenge his audience directly. If the wheels that sought to endlessly crush them were to truly ever be broken, the Dantooinians would have to be the ones at the forefront of this revolution.

"How long will you tolerate this charade? How many of your children must be taken from you before you reject the profanity that Force-users have brought to your home?"

The Patriarch paused hoping someone would speak up either in defiance or in agreement with his words.

 

[Xol Zaa Fenn]

Dantooine was just as much a hell-hole as Denon was thanks to the likes of the Sith and the Jedi. And the Falleen that spoke to the masses was no better than the likes of them. Xol didn't like being told what he already knew- and he didn't like bullies and pirates that picked on those who had nothing. Why was the Enforcer here? Well, the original plan was to get his hands on some imperial cargo that held a few weapons the Zann Consortium might've wanted to test out, but this rousing speech spiked the Tognath's interest.

This guy was familiar...Yes, it was Zor! A fellow triple letter named leader like Xol. Except, instead of a syndicate 'police' force in a lawless city, Zor led a cult. What a creep. Sure, most the people were getting riled up by the older guy's speech, but some of the bystanders seemed...unappeased. Their world was burning, yes, but Zor was...letting it burn. If he cared so much, he'd be doing something to help these poor people out instead of yelling like a madman.

"Why are you here, dipshit?" Xol slurred in probably his best Galactic Basic yet. <Have you come to help us out? Or stand there like a fool? I'm tired of all these speeches condemning Force-users- You want a change? Come fight for it! Your words mean nothing without any effort.> Xol was in the center of the crowd, which as of now, were staring at him. <Come down here with the rest of us, and fight, you damn coward. You're no better than the Jedi! Claiming to be peacekeepers and then half of Kashyyyk becomes the Jundland Wastes of Tatooine. Just another ring leader of manipulation and deceit.> Now the crowd was quiet.

<So, tell me, cultist, have you only come to echo information we already know? If so...fuck off. We've got more productive things to do than to listen to the likes of you.> The Enforcer snarled. It was moments like these that Xol wished he had enough of a presence that he could sway these people into helping him plunder the Imperial cargo, but for now, Xol only wanted to put Zor in his place. And that would be off Dantooine.

@Aberforth