Post by Jenno on Jul 19, 2007 15:20:42 GMT -5
A Mygeetan perched itself on the limb of a tree and looked out into a small and dying forest. It was one of the few natural forests left on Mygeeto, and it would not last for long.
Mygeeto was a small planet, located far from its sun. For millions of years, this had been a sweltering and humid world, covered in lush jungles and vast inland seas. And for millions of years, the vast plant life had drained the atmosphere of carbon and had saturated it with oxygen. This had caused an interesting climatic trend. The lack of carbon in the air had caused les and less solar heat to be trapped by the atmosphere, causing a general cooling trend. But, at the same time, the increase of oxygen, in the form of ozone, created an almost equal warming trend, which kept the planet more or less equalized in climate. But, several million years ago, with the emergance of sentient animal life in the form of the Mygeetans, the balance of power shifted from plant to animal, and less and less oxygen was placed into the atmosphere, while more and more was utilized by the recently evolved animal life. The end result was the end of that warming trend caused by the ozone in the atmosphere. And, with the incredible lack of carbon in the atmosphere, there was nothing left to warm the planet.
It had been like blasting a hole in the hull of a starship in deep space.
In those few million years since, the planet found itself flung into an Ice Age. And that cold had killed off more and more plants, which only caused colder and colder temperatures. And now, the Mygeetans had found themselves at the brink of the inevitable. Their planet was dying. And they could not survive alone. They had managed to keep themselves suported for millenia past by operating under the InterGalactic Banking Clan as a mining colony of the Muuns.
But now, they found themselves drawn between their innate alliegance to the Republic, and the Muuns and their Sith Empire. And, with the Republic's unwillingness to get invovled in their climatic struggle, the choice seemed to have already been made. Which was why Farris Dewne, head of intergalatic trade affairs of the Mygeetan government, and secret insurgent of the sith Empire, now sat on this perch and looked out over this last bito f forest.
Far off, in the administrative city of Dega Mygee, Muunilist for "Gem of Gems", a meeting was being held for all political supporters of the Republic to meet with Mygeeto's senator to discuss Mygeeto's plans to deal with the Republic exclusively. Farris had been invited, but he had called in sick.
On his tree perch, the Mygeetan turned around and faced Dega Mygee, specifically, the apartment complex where the meeting was taking place. A beep came from his wrist computer. Three seconds later, the penthouse of that apartment complex exploded, pouring ash into the snowy skies.
Farris picked up his comm link and relayed the message to Muunilist.
"Negotiations Complete..."
No reply. He re-sent the message. Jammed. Some other signal was blocking his own. He switched his comm-link to search for a signal. One was being sent from the south. He picked up his comm-link one last time and sent a message to the sith troops which had been sent in case he was unsuccesful.
"We have rogues south of my position blocking my signal. Send word to Muunilist and meet me here."
(Move to Mandalorian Facility. Yeah, Axelpro. I'm comin' for ya!)
Mygeeto was a small planet, located far from its sun. For millions of years, this had been a sweltering and humid world, covered in lush jungles and vast inland seas. And for millions of years, the vast plant life had drained the atmosphere of carbon and had saturated it with oxygen. This had caused an interesting climatic trend. The lack of carbon in the air had caused les and less solar heat to be trapped by the atmosphere, causing a general cooling trend. But, at the same time, the increase of oxygen, in the form of ozone, created an almost equal warming trend, which kept the planet more or less equalized in climate. But, several million years ago, with the emergance of sentient animal life in the form of the Mygeetans, the balance of power shifted from plant to animal, and less and less oxygen was placed into the atmosphere, while more and more was utilized by the recently evolved animal life. The end result was the end of that warming trend caused by the ozone in the atmosphere. And, with the incredible lack of carbon in the atmosphere, there was nothing left to warm the planet.
It had been like blasting a hole in the hull of a starship in deep space.
In those few million years since, the planet found itself flung into an Ice Age. And that cold had killed off more and more plants, which only caused colder and colder temperatures. And now, the Mygeetans had found themselves at the brink of the inevitable. Their planet was dying. And they could not survive alone. They had managed to keep themselves suported for millenia past by operating under the InterGalactic Banking Clan as a mining colony of the Muuns.
But now, they found themselves drawn between their innate alliegance to the Republic, and the Muuns and their Sith Empire. And, with the Republic's unwillingness to get invovled in their climatic struggle, the choice seemed to have already been made. Which was why Farris Dewne, head of intergalatic trade affairs of the Mygeetan government, and secret insurgent of the sith Empire, now sat on this perch and looked out over this last bito f forest.
Far off, in the administrative city of Dega Mygee, Muunilist for "Gem of Gems", a meeting was being held for all political supporters of the Republic to meet with Mygeeto's senator to discuss Mygeeto's plans to deal with the Republic exclusively. Farris had been invited, but he had called in sick.
On his tree perch, the Mygeetan turned around and faced Dega Mygee, specifically, the apartment complex where the meeting was taking place. A beep came from his wrist computer. Three seconds later, the penthouse of that apartment complex exploded, pouring ash into the snowy skies.
Farris picked up his comm link and relayed the message to Muunilist.
"Negotiations Complete..."
No reply. He re-sent the message. Jammed. Some other signal was blocking his own. He switched his comm-link to search for a signal. One was being sent from the south. He picked up his comm-link one last time and sent a message to the sith troops which had been sent in case he was unsuccesful.
"We have rogues south of my position blocking my signal. Send word to Muunilist and meet me here."
(Move to Mandalorian Facility. Yeah, Axelpro. I'm comin' for ya!)