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Blackholelord - You'll just have to wait and see what happens….but deffo no Borg…yet.
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Terra, Terra Nova, Public Garden 3
25th January 2004
10:53 hours
Narim was out walking amongst the trees and bushes in the public garden. It had been so long since he'd seen green vegetation. When Tollana was burned by the orbital bombardments, nothing remained around the city apart from scorched soil. Now that his people were safe, he could once again allow himself moments to relax and walk on the grass. The Tollan people had lived with the Federation Colonists for a week or so and were already feeling welcomed and calm. Narim of course knew that this was the calm before the storm. There was tension and where there was tension, there was bound to be friction sooner or later.
Narim continues to walk on grass that surrounds a all pristine pond at the heart of a luscious garden. Tall trees gently swayed in the light breeze. The whispering sound of leaves brushing against one another filled the air. Narim closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. The forgotten sound soothed the man. There was no one else in this particular garden. Which also soothed Narim and he momentarily lower his guard. The world around him melted away and for the first time in what felt like decades, he was truly relaxed.
Terra, Terra Nova, Tollan Governmental sector, Tollan Curia Courtyard
25th January 2004
11:10 hours
The Curia had finally been voted in. Even though most of the new Curia members were high ranking officers from the ships that bought the Tollan Remnant here, they were still treated with respect. For the most part anyway. The courtyard was classic Tollan design. A completely open space with minimal number of benches, small amount of greenery and almost no decorations. There was a scheduled mass funeral for all those souls lost during the Goa'uld siege of Tollana. All of the Tollan leadership were attending with it being broadcasted throughout Terra Nova as a Cultural Aid for the Federation.
The Courtyard itself was normally empty, but with the planning of the funeral, many Tollan officials and ship-bound citizens had been called in to help. Many were just walking around checking on their assigned tasks. One member of the small crowd stands out in particular. His black jacket was fuller than his frame would suggest it should be. His black hair silky with sweat with some of the moisture dripped from his nose. His hands fidgeted and his eyes darted from left to right as people walked past him. He reached what he assumed is the centre a large collection of busy people. He placed his right hand in his pocket and looked upwards before closing his eyes.
"FOR THE TRUE CURIA!" He shouted. A large explosion that emanated from his chest spread out and consumed a large portion of the crowd and courtyard. Within minutes Federation and Tollan medical staff filtered into the charred and blackened stone quad to help the injured. But by the time the medical services arrived, many that had not died in the initial blast were now dead from their injuries.
What many did not realise, was that the courtyard had Federation security officers in disguise at the request of the Curia. Most of these officers had died in this horrific incident.
Terra, Terra Nova, Tollan Governmental sector, Tollan Curia Courtyard
25th January 2004
11:20 hours
Narim was now stood in the blackened courtyard. He had been alerted to this violent incident a few minutes before but only arrived a few seconds ago. The bodies of the dead were still around the small area. Even a few body parts lay scattered. There were so few medically trained personnel that the twenty or so that were qualified were only capable of gathering up the living and taking them off to the Hospital/Medical Centre. They were so understaffed to deal with this sort of incident that civilians and crew members from the ship in orbit that had medical training had been called down to assist. But they still had no available personnel to gather the dead. Narim just stood and looked around. He felt close to tears that this once advanced civilisation had turned into such a rash and murderous society. This was one of the most extreme protests Narim had ever witnessed.
The Tollan had lost so many people in the Goa'uld attack on Tollana, in the following skirmishes and in the galactic migration that this barbaric killing of fellow Tollan was something that Narim could not let happen again. It had decreased their small population by several dozen and with them already so close to extinction, this would not help increase their odds of a future.
Terra Orbit, Tollan Ha'tak 'Tollan Vengeance'
25th January 2004
11:31 hours
Travell was studying recent reports from the surface. Her attack on the False Curia had worked. She had successfully killed several high ranking officers in the 'Military' and killed one Curia member. This would no doubt send the rest of the false council members into a worried panic making them somewhat easier to target. A knock at the door of her hidden chamber and she raised her head.
"Enter." Travell commands. The door opens and a single muscular man is stood in the doorway.
"Excellency, the council wishes to speak with you," the man says with a deep voice filled with respect.
"Very well," Travell nods and stands. She straightened out her grey dress and leaves her sanctuary. When she enters a small cargo hold, the table is surrounded by two women and five male Tollan all of whom are hooded for traditional purposes. All along the walls of the cargo hold were Guards loyal to Travell, and her alone.
"Curia." Travell bowed her head as following tradition rather than showing her respect.
"High Councillor Travell, explain your actions," one of the hooded women states.
"I was unaware that my actions needed explaining to the Curia." Travell countered.
"Explain your reasoning for sanctioning an attack on our own people." The hooded man closest to her ordered.
"They are not Tollan. They were traitors to us all." Travell calmly replied.
"Was it sanctioned by this council?" The other hooded female asked.
"It was not." Travell replied.
"Yet you ordered it anyway!" A cloaked man stood in-between the two women shouts. The closest of the guards slowly place their hands on their drawable weapons.
"That is true." Travell nodded.
"Why?" Another man asked the almost powerless Tollan leader.
"Because we need to kill the false Curia. Now that one of the council members has been killed, the others will become targets. They will request more security and we can make sure that their security details are filled with people loyal to us. This will make replacing them, easier." Travell defended herself.
"It was still not your decision to make." One of the women retorted.
"There was no time to inform you." Travell defended again.
"You have left us with no other choice," the other women replies.
"What are you talking about?" Travell asked confused.
"You have acted without the knowledge of this council and have committed a great crime against our race, be they loyal or not." A male responded.
"It is for this reason that the Curia has voted to remove you from your post and imprison you until such a time as this council can agree upon a punishment," a women continued.
"Arrest her," the other women ordered the guards. The guards in the room remain at their posts and don't move.
"Arrest her!" The man closest to Travell ordered.
"You stupid fools. I am Travell, the high councillor and Eminence of the Tollan people. You have no power here. You never did," Travell almost laughs. She nodded to her guards. Several of them walk forwards and force the Curia members down to their knees.
"What is the meaning of this!" One of the women shouted in outrage.
"This? This is the Tollan people rising and reclaiming their place in the galaxy!" Travell shouted. She smiled and her guards fire fatal shots from their weapons at the kneeling Curia.
Well there you go…a super short chapter, but this is where I felt comfortable leaving the chapter. There will be other chapters like this one all throughout. Remember to check my profile regularly as it's the easiest to update. This fic won't be updated until around next month as I'm trying to get more fans for Stargate: Return of the Old Ones and I'm also starting a new project. Talk to you guys/gals soon and R&R, let me know if u prefer this or my previous writing technique. - Spearhead