The Senate

[Johnathon Lynd]

He stood there facing the window as the sun shown itself and pierced the window pane and reflected off his beautifully decorated office. The Senator and candidate for Supreme Chancellor cupped his hands behind his back as he was deep in thought, carefully watching the scene that was about to unfold before him, the scene that must be executed perfectly if his plan was going to come to fruition everything hinged on this moment, everything that was anything in this galaxy was going to revolve around what happened here today.

There were other things to consider too, the gala later in the evening, a fundraiser for a family whose son was lost to the cartel, final expenses, especially those that are unexpected could be so unbearable to a family, crippling even. It was no matter, he had it on good authority that enough money would be raised. There was a knock at the door, it was time, time for him to step out onto the stage and give a performance of a life time. Intercom buzzed.

::Senator, the reporter from the Galactic Herald is here, as well as Senator Kamori.::

"You may send them in."

He said calmly as he allowed his aura to be filled with the light, a trick that he was getting better and better at over time, one that he had mastered in his dealings with the Jedi.

The door slid open and the men entered, he quickly turned dawning his evening gloves to go with the outfit, that he had picked for the gala later in the evening. He offered a warm smile to both of the men and stepped out from behind his desk offering them a hearty handshake.

"Good Morning Gentlemen, forgive the gloves, they are for the gala later and my assistant picked them up last night and this is the first opportunity I've had to try them. I trust you are both well this morning?"

Senator Kamori nodded and offered a practiced political smile, a smile that said, 'I'm smiling because I have to and it's my job.' The reporter on the other hand did not even feign friendliness as he merely nodded to Samja gave him a handshake that offered little in the way of encouragement as to what his intentions are.

"Shall we get down to business then? Please sit down, we have much to discuss."

The reporter shook his head, and remained standing, but felt a strange light flow over him, it was if he had been here a moment ago, and was picked up and placed in a different setting, yet somehow everything was the same. He blinked for a moment and regained his composure and took a deep breath.

"Senator, you're not going to like what I have to say in my article about your anti crime proposals. I'm only here to get you on record as to what those proposals are so that we are crystal clear. Frankly I'm surprised you agreed to this meeting at all."

Senator Kamori stood awkwardly and began his typically rehearsed political diatribe regarding his neutrality on the topic, but his support for Senator Samja. All of this and Senator Samja just stood there taking it all in, there was a brief flash of light and a sense of isolation, a sense of safety that swept over the other two men. A sense of security.

"Would you like to know the truth of my tactics Mr., I am terribly sorry I did not catch your name?"

"Abeck Dontollio Senator, surely you've heard of me, and please do Senator, tell me."

Naom paused and tapped the side of his head.

"Ahh yes, I vaguely recall reading one of your articles last year. No wait, it wasn't your article, it was an article about you, something dealing with a hotel room filled with spice and and underage girl."

His face reddened with anger, or embarrassment, he wasn't sure which, he had been told that story was dead and would never be printed, how did Samja know?!

"I have no kriffing clue what you are talking about Senator, but we are here about you, not me."

Senator Samja pasued and Kamori overcorrected for what appeared to be Samja's error, explaining that he must have mistaken him with someone else and that nothing was meant by the comment, nothing at all.

Naom smiled again and shook his head, offering a chuckle.

"Oh that's my mistake, it must have been someone else. The truth? The truth is that my plan is exactly what you think it is Mr. Dontollio, I am going to kill every single spice trader and member of the cartel in the galaxy and what's more is that I am going to do it legally and every single citizen of the republic is going to stand and support me. Then once they are taken care of, I'm going to find men like you and kill them as well, because you are all scum and none of you deserve to breathe the same air that I do nor the good people of the Republic, you make me sick to my stomach."

There was a pause and bewilderment from both Senator Kamori and the reporter. There was a hole, a small hole and all of the sudden the men heard their own voices playing loudly in the room, it was an argument, all of them were arguing and it was getting louder. Then there was a pounding on the door, it was jammed shut and the guards could not get in. Then from behind Samja's desk, a small holdout blaster flew directly into the reporters hand and his arm raised against his will and fired once shooting Kamori directly in the face, the blaster was set to a high power and pink mist exploded out the back of Kamori's head as his body fell lifeless to the floor. Then Johnathon's yellow eyes motioned and the blaster was pointed directly at him and discharged, hitting him in the left shoulder, he fell back and clicked a button under his desk, the door sprang open and Johnathon's returned to normal as he sprang to his feet.

"Guards! Help, this man murdered Kamori and shot me!"

The reporter stood there and blinked as he realized the blaster was in his hand, how did it get there. There was blood, the guards were screaming and he felt his hand move and his hand raised, with the blaster why was it doing that?! The guards opened fire, blaster bolts flew into the reporter, knocking him to the ground, a final breath escaped his body.

Naom grabbed his shoulder and winced in agony.[color]

"I....tried to stop him, but he wouldn't listen to reason. I screamed for you, he must have tampered with the door..."

A senatorial guard checked the door and noticed the damage that had been done to the door, it looked like it had been done from the inside. Samja winced again as a guard came over to tend to his wound.


Hours passed.

He was in a sling now. Standing at the gala next to the parents of the child who had been killed by the cartel. He hugged the mother, and then backed away and placed his hand on the father's shoulder as a page delivered an envelope to him.

"I've just been informed that the Galactic Herald has setup a Scholarship in your son's name! In addition to the money raised here tonight for your wonderful child who was taken from you far too soon by the vicious cartel, I will be donating my entirely yearly salary to your son's memory, half will go to the scholarship and the other half will go to you personally to help with any other expenses and cover any additional time away from work that you may need."

The mother threw her arms around him, the flashbulbs went off on the camera's by the hundreds as the father broken down, in tears as well, the headline circled the news and Naom Samja was there consoling a grieving family and putting his money where his mouth was as a true man of the people...