~ Conclusion ~
All Good Things ...
As the suns slowly rise over the mutually agreed upon base of operations for the former Imperial and Rebel forces, it's obvious that something has changed. Smoke billows from the eastern and western wings, alarms blare in a cacophonous roar, each trying to be heard over the next, yet not a soul is to be seen. There are no lasers firing, no incoming fighters or even so much as a sign of life.
Inside the east wing of the base lie the somewhat scattered remains of Pvt. Trent "Madman" Maverick. An arm here, a leg there. His head, a few feet down the hall. Nearby, the equally shattered body of Pvt. Boden Constrek, who he was just about to execute when the bomb went off. He never saw it coming. No one did.
The west wing wasn't much better. Pvt. Quincy J. Mann lay in the middle of the hall, still burning from the explosion that had ripped through the wing and torn off half the roof. His death came quickly as the roof collapsed onto him. The fire was just insult to injury, but he never felt it.
Admiral Blaire and Commander Blazer lay in their respective beds, throats slit in their sleep.
Pvt. Danko "Whatshisname" Legovski frantically kept repeating the distress call from the base command center. He had locked the door, blasted the controls, and piled the furniture in front of it. He couldn't understand why the signal wasn't getting out, but the lack of response left him feeling more and more hopeless. "I can't believe this!"
He never had a chance to decide if he believed in the explosion that ripped apart the command center, he only had time to die.
Far away, the painting of Luke Skywalker feels a disturbance in the force.
Standing alone in the center of the base, Edner "Eddie" Flak couldn't help but grin. He had done it. He had manipulated the fools into killing each other off until all that was left was one of each and the idiot commanders. As he wiped his hands, he thought about how rich he was about to become. "Everything I've ever wanted will be mine, and all I had to do was kill a few people. Not bad. Not bad at all."
A beeping alerted him that his ride had arrived in system.
With a strut in his step, Flak headed out the base doors to an open landing platform. Looking up, he saw the ship arriving, a small shuttle, bristling with weapons. It landed softly and a ramp lowered. As he walked up the ramp, he saw the face of his old friend, Glarg, who some of you may remember as the friendly informant who revealed Black Sun's terrible plans.
Things are not always as they seem, and neither are people. With a chuckle, Glarg and Flak shook hands and took their seats for the long trip back to the Outer Rim Guild, who had orchestrated the whole thing in an attempt to destroy Black Sun and steal their business, while making sure that the peace didn't happen either, to insure that they would actually have someone to sell weapons to.
"Did you leave the evidence we fabricated?" asked Glarg. "Of course," replied Flak, "the fools will think that the Rebels and Imperials double crossed each other, and at the same time I made it clear that Black Sun was working for both sides, which should guarantee that neither will ever trust them again. We're going to be very rich when they come to us for their future needs instead of our old competitors."
"Excellent," replied Glarg as he pulled out a pistol and shot a surprised Flak in the chest. "Shame I can't risk leaving you alive. They know you were here, so they need to find your body here." Glarg quickly dumped the body down the ramp, closed up the ship and headed back home, quite satisfied with himself.
He never saw Grand Admiral Volrik's star destroyer reentering the system, nor would he have had any time to react before his shuttle exploded into a million tiny bits of dust.
Grand Admiral Volrik, standing on the deck of his destroyer, the ImperialShadow, was more interested in the lovely Twilek waiting back in his quarters. "Send me a full report on all of this later, with video, lots of video, I have other matters to attend to right now," he said, as he left the bridge to return to his quarters.
Congratulations to Edner "Eddie" Flak, played by Escape the Fate for a job well done. You had the roughest potential win, having to walk a tightrope and maintain a balance between the loyalists and traitors without letting the game reach any of it's other endings first, and you made the most of it. Well played!
You may notice that you wear a new tag, as well.
Thanks to everyone who played, I hope to see you again in Galactic Paranoia II: Grand Admiral Volrik's Revenge! (I am so kidding here, I'm not doing this again )