Author's Note: Welcome to the next story!
Not really sure what to say about this one, so just... read it and enjoy!
"You can't just let her in there!" shouted Councilor Exora. Pointing at the planet beyond their space ship.
Councilor Wendon leaned against the side wall, unconcerned, small smile touching his lips. "She says she can make the Trianxyl Generation Plant work without the constant drain on our resources. I say… let her into the plant."
"She's also the Speaker for the Forgotten," Exora snapped. "The fate of our galaxy is in her hands, and she knows it."
Wendon shrugged.
"The Outer Worlds don't trust her," Exora continued. "If they hear we let her change around the equipment in the Generation Plants, the Empire will fall apart!"
Wendon chuckled.
Then waved a syntho-signal through the main base computer. A group of the top scientists flooded the room, responding to the command.
Bustling to prepare equipment and machinery.
"What makes you think," said Wendon, "we're giving her the chance to change anything?"
The pound of footsteps and the scream of "Seo!" was the first sign she was in danger.
Seo spun around from her work on the power turbines. To find her friend, Prosemo, racing along the gantry, fast as he could.
"It's a trap!" Prosemo cried. "They're planning to take you down. You have to run!"
Seo felt her whole face grow red with anger. As she stormed towards him, her fists clenched, her eyes blazing. "Let them," she said. Raised up her hand and shook it. "You hear that, troops waiting outside? You kill me, now, and who knows what could happen? It could mean the end of the Empire. The end of everything!"
Prosemo stared at her.
In ever mounting horror.
"What… what's…?" he cried.
Seo glanced back to him. "See? There's nothing to be afraid of," she said. Spun back to the controls. "They wouldn't dare interrupt me, now. I've been too careful. Whatever the Outer Worlds might think, the Empire can't get rid of me that easily."
"Seo!" Prosemo shouted. Running over to her. "Seo!"
Seo hesitated. Glancing back over her shoulder. "What? Prosemo? What's…?"
But that was when the trap swung shut.
And nothing happened.
For a very long time.