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The Sepratist Council -- Execution or Reward

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                            Order 66

                      The Separatist Council

                         "Final Moments"

War always ends as it often begins.
Soft conspiring words echoing down catacombs, sharp as daggers, and hard at work.
Count Dooku's promises proliferate more than mere ears,
down into the greed filled minds and hearts of those aspiring for greater power.
Selling out the hopes and dreams of those they represented,
cashing in upon those who were left weak by the expansive, weak Republic.
Blue, purple, yellow, green, black, red,
Bloodshed was inevitable.

One man's lure was so tempting,
High positions in a new government separate from the old, stale, taxing, crippled Senate.
Free trade for the coalitions and corporations we control..
as long as we follow orders from Dooku alone.
This coalition created in secret, swelling in size by the hour.
Our droid army larger than any had seen in thousands of years!
By sheer presence we will have our independence..
and if the council deems the acquisition of another system necessary,
we simply.. shall take it.

Two hapless Jedi and single outspoken senator..
far easier it has been to dispose of more important figures.
From all around the Jedi came sabers in hand,
From above an army thunderously poured,
From within our fear already strode.
Could we be undone already at such an infantile stage?
Their army so fast and rapid,
meeting our forces piece for boot.

Three years our creation lasted.
Dead planets, dead clones, crashed ideas -- all lay strewn our wake.
The brink has approached and gone, but on which side do we stand?
Dooku slain, The Chancellor rescued, Grievous cornered, Clone legions surging fourth.
Little room remains for our certainty.
Darth Sidious sends his emissary to discuss our reward.
Optimistic we are, but a minor feeling is yet to be lost.
Where is our place to stand on the precipice that nears?

Mechanical pieces lay rusting across the galaxy.
Simple pawns moved from square to square..not even players of our own game.
Reward or execution,
we know not what awaits except for the name of the messenger..harbinger of our fate..
..Darth Vader enters.

In he came,
the doors sealed behind.
San Hill was first to recognize the familiar face of a hero we had already come to hate.
Stabbing, slashing, cleaving, choking, crippling..
The command center became an execution chamber, a tomb, the end.
Severing heads and limbs from torsos,
crushing our very bodies with a simple gesture.
We stood no chance.
Again we begged, we pleaded, reminding him of promises once made.
Each retort only adding only insult to injury.

Wat Tambor now slumps over the gray conference table,
My confidant from the invasion of Naboo, Rune Haako, falls lifelessly to the floor.
Only when he's finally muted have I heard his advice,
"We should not have made this bargain."
The Republic's hero approaches.
Anger, hate, burning as if I had attacked someone dear to him in years past.
But ..We were to be taken care of...

"The war is over. Lord Sidious promised us peace! We only want—"
Here is another request.

Towards the end you see it becomes Nute Gunray's thoughts and reflections up until is very death.

Lots of little movie snipits and double meanings can be found within.

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(Viceroy): Please don't kill me!
(Vader): Why shouldn't I?
(Viceroy): What did I ever do to you?!
(Vader): Try to kill my friend, Padme Amidala.
(Viceroy): Fair enough.
(Vader): *kills viceroy*