Prompt: Week of June 22

[Wes Janson]

Prompt: The recent destruction of Ord Mantell has had a vast impact on many of the characters here. Even if not directly affected, every character will in some way be touched by the planet's destruction. How have the recent events taken an affect on your character?


~Prompt suggested by Darth Vader

2 Paragraphs or more, please. This can be in first or third person.

[Selene]

Selene has known about the destroyed planet. And grievs in her own way. She loathes the fact that the Empire swept over that planet like wild fire. She hated herself for not being there in helping those poor souls. Her whole purpose was to protect the weak. Tears fall down her face as she learns the news from an outside force.

Meaning no one who knows her that was there on the planet. A special person let her know thru the force. Her heart also felt the people screaming as storm troopers were invadding and destroying everything in their path. She knew the Rebel Alliance tried with everything in their might to help thses people. She knew she was not able to be there for she was not able to sneak in on the planet in time.

She stood by a very safe window in a starship heading for the inner cor. But should've had her ship blow up along with them. When an entire race is whipped out it does something to a Jedi's heart that even normal people can not cope with.


[[Have to practice with her character^^ This was a great idea^^]]

[Wes Janson]

Wes was slightly involved in the evacuation of Ord Mantell, he was helping to protect the transports which were leaving. He knew his friends were down there, Wedge and Luke, and was getting increasingly worried as they were the very last to leave. Once the Death Star appeared in his sights, he felt something sharp catch in his chest as already the adrenaline reached past its max. He felt just a little selfish as the first thoughts he had were of Luke and Wedge on the planet, rather than the millions (or billions?) of people who actually lived there. Despite the Rebel's efforts to grab as many as they could, he knew it would be a planetcide. An entire planet, just gone. It was devastating in the fact that that power existed, to destroy a planet. And now, to see it right in front of you? Just this side of terrifying. Of course he'd never admit that to anyone, but it was there. Not like he was the only one feeling the exact same thing. That's what the thing was built for, to inspire terror. Unfortunately it worked rather well at that aspect.

Still, he did have a quiet moment after he jumped to hyperspace just as the planet went kaboom. He knew it'd probably be worse for Luke, he heard of what happened in the Force when stuff like that went down, and didn't envy him.

He wasn't particularly a pessimistic man though he was cynical when the occasion called for it, and right now he was really feeling that very much. This war was dragging on and on and now another devastating loss. When would they ever get a break? They were the good guys, and it was a kick to rebel against 'the man', but some days, it felt like a losing battle. This was one of those days. It made him mad. Seriously angry. Whenever he felt this side of despair, he always felt like doing something about it. Anything. A battle would be really welcome right now, shooting down TIES would help a whooole lot. He felt like his righteous anger could have taken on the Death Star itself. 'Course he'd last as long as a womp rat in a sarlaac pit, but still.

This only added to the list of grievances that the Empire would pay for. And pay they would.

[Darth Vader]

An excript from the personal journal of Lord Vader:

I have destroyed a planet. This adds to the many I have destroyed in my life, another rebel target on a long list of rebel targets that will be destroyed, now that this new Death Star is operational and capable of spreading the Emperor's fear through the galaxy once again. My master will be pleased with the outcome of the mission, but most displeased with the details, especially a certain one that I can think of.

For despite my attempts, an incompitent underling has managed to lose track of the rebels. No matter; once they are inevitably found once again, the Empire can simply destroy whatever planet they happen to be hiding on with the flick of a switch. This demonstration of our station's full destructive power confirms that the Empire is still the supreme power in this galaxy and any other that may have life within.

Power. That's what will decide the outcome of this battle. The Rebels cling to their goodness and self-righteous babblings as if they actually meant something, but they do not realise that it is useless to resist. It is power that wins battles, not good causes. Might will always prevail over Right. The ability to take life on such a massive scale will superceed all thoughts of resistance. The Empire will prevail simply because of its overwhelming strength; the rebels that cling to their dying cause are little more then fools with blasters.

Besides, Ord Mantell has always been filled with villainy and scum. I have done the galaxy a favor by disposing of it.

In a way, it is almost sad that the Jedi Knights have been destroyed. I have had no challenge since the last of their masters fell to my lightsaber in the great Jedi purge. There are none left who can stop me... Save for one. I sensed my son in the last moments of the mockery of a battle, and I know he escaped safely. I do not yet know why that comforts me, but I am glad that he has survived the battle. Perhaps it is that I am anxious for him to come with me, to serve in the Dark Side, teaching him as my master has taught me. Or perhaps it is simply that I wish to crush the life from my most deadly enemy with my own two hands and not at the flick of a powerful weapon's trigger.

Or perhaps it is something else alltogether that I dare not write of within these pages...

[Bria Ryvon]

Bria had grown up knowing pain, terror, and loss. But the sight of an entire planet being destroyed in front of her eyes was not one of the many things she had witnessed.

She was involved, if ever so slightly, with the destruction of Ord Mantell. She had originally started off with a conversation with a young man- one that had changed her life. She began to see the Rebels as friends, not enemies. Watching the Empire murder the innocent lives of those on the planet in cold blood made her see exactly who the enemy was.

In that moment, Bria was morphed from a cold-hearted pirate into a lost, yet world-wise teenager, unsure of her path. The world she had known had exploded with Ord Mantell, and now, she was landed with the people she had once loathed. It was always strange how life would turn out.

[jamie]

I'm from Alderaan, pure and simple. I, like Tycho and many of the other citizens of my planet, had to watch our home destroyed in a single day. What had it been for? A simple way of gaining information from a Rebel about a base that she could never give up. Who did it affect? The entire galaxy. That memory still hurts deep down, but I try to cover it up. That day I lost everything because the Empire felt that a few billion lives were worth sacrificing to find a stupid Rebel base.

That was then, and this is now. In that time not much has changed. Once again I had to sit back and watch the Empire destroy a planet that I called home for at least a few months. That doesn't make it any different though, because yet again people had to die so that the Empire could destroy a Rebel threat that they were scared of.

I'm starting to find it funny, the Empire that is. They keep destroying worlds, one by one just to get rid of the scum they call Rebels. What they don't realize though is that the reaction to all that killing is just more Rebellion. No one wants to see their planet ripped apart by some bloodthirsty war machine. That's why our ranks never seem to falter, no matter how many people we loose. Others like us are trying to prevent their planet from becoming the next Alderaan or Ord Mantell.

I was there for the escape efforts, and looked upon the faces of those who would now be considered refugees. At that moment I realized that they were exactly like me. The memory of Alderaan just returned and stung that much more. I lost my cool, allowed my anger to overwhelm me. I thought about just killing every Imperial I came across. Those thoughts had to be pushed out of my mind though, for they may have corrupted me.

Still, the Imperial war machine has a lot to answer for. For Alderaan and Ord Mantell, they will pay dearly.

[Torin Dol]

ABY 6

The destruction of Ord Mantell weighs heavy in my heart, for I have felt it keenly through the ever-present Force. Even I did not see the surprise attack of the Empire before it was too late, a testimant to how strongly the ballance has shifted so strongly toward the Dark Side. I must keep myself focused from here on out, for only in such a way will I change my destiny. My fears grow for my own home planet of Dorin, for it is not only the place of my family and loved ones. It is also the only planet on which I may walk without this breath mask and eye goggles, safe from suffocation and blindness from the toxic, oxygen-rich atmosphere that surrounds me.

I know that the time for action is now. We cannot sit around and make plans, but rather burst into action as soon as possible. Indeed, it is not in the future that great change is required; it is in the present, that most lucid of times where it is impossible to predict what will truly happen. Reading the future can be easy, simple, for the events that are in the past sometimes set a path in stone for the short term, but in the present nothing is certain. It is a basic lesson all of the Baran Do are taught, myself no different. I simply hope that my superiors in the Alliance can understand the wisdom behind those words and get to the necessary decisive action before it is too late...

[Deckard Longhorn]

Hologram 332

I have heard of the Destruction of Ord Mantell. To think i was one of those on the planet before the Destruction i thank my knowledge of the force that i was able to escape the planet before it was destroyed. The planet was a beautiful one and will burn an image in my memory for as long as i am alive. It is not a pleasing feeling feeling the tremor in the Force when a planet is destroyed i have felt it a few times now. And the more and more i think about it the more i end up hating both the empire and the rebellion.

For Both parties were to blame in the destruction of all those innocent lives. I Despise the Empire for destroying so many lives and for the terror it imposes on this once peaceful galaxy. and i loath the Rebellion for putting so many lives in danger with their presence they should have warned the innocents. But the code teaches us that Hate is an emotion and a step towards the dark side. I will try to quell my emotions for i am a Jedi a keeper of the peace. and i will continue on with my quest. No one will stop me and the memory of those innocent on Ord Mantell will fuel my quest for peace.

[Daelin Draggo]

I was on Ord Mantell, on the base, when we got the notice. It was more of a look-up-in-the-sky at the dark disk that appeared than an actual alarm at first, though the alarm came swiftly after. I was ushered into a transport as soon as possible though I would have rather stayed and helped with the others. I must obey my orders, however, and I ended up on one of the first transports out of there. How I wish I could have been in one of those X-wings, I am a capable pilot but I have other duties, though someday I will try my best to get an assignment in the squadron.

Which meant that I had an excellent view of the rest of the Rebels leaving the planet as well as the Death Star's ominous sphere in orbit. We were in orbit ourselves for a good many minutes, and I dare say that it hurt to see us...running away, I suppose. Not that a straight out fight between the Death Star would be any means of fair, nor would I want to participate in that kind of suicide run. It is just disheartening to see us always leaving, is all.

We left before I could see the tell-tale green lance of light that kills planets, but I knew in my heart that Ord Mantell was dead as soon as we went into Hyperspace. It was a terrible thought, to look down on a planet and know that it is breathing its last at this very moment. All those people dead...the refugees we gained were not nearly enough. And even them, they shall be planetless. They shall know that they will never, ever be able to return home once again.

And that is a terrible crime.