[Sith War 2002] Pre-Election Chat
Politically Correct Star Wars Fan
"Hello Lord Ponte, it is a pleasure to meet with you to discuss a
possible alliance." The Leader said, sticking a hand out to greet the
paunchy fellow, clearly he had not recovered from Drake's genetic
presence.
"It's nice to meet you also, uh, Leader. Do I call you The Leader, or
Leader or how would you prefer to be addressed?" Ponte said, levering
himself into the comfortable chairs arrayed about for them.
"Ah, simply call me Leader. I know it's a pompous title, but then if
you aren't pompous you really have no place in this war. Don't you
agree?" The Leader said, motioning to Ulca to bring them
refreshments.
"Quite so. Now, what will you expect of me out of this alliance?"
Ponte said, snagging some wampa jerky with nerf sauce from the
refreshment plate.
"Simple, you back me up when I put my plan into motion to nullify the
other nominees. With your help in one move I can knock the list of
those running down from eight to five, plus any write-ins. You sign a
paper granting me all votes attributed to you, will be counted in my
column in exchange for you becoming my Vice President." The Leader
said, sipping on his Chief Crazy Shoes Coco Cola.
"So you get my votes, but what will you expect me to do as Vice
President?" Ponte said, chugging back a Lando endorsed Colt 45.
"You'll run the world for the most part, the day to day matters and
the military. I won't interfere except to make my Politically Correct
Agenda a mainstay. To see to it that everyone has rights and that no
one may discriminate against Ewoks, Gungans or any other socially
ostracized minority. I'll create and mass produce my own works of
fiction and force those in the world to buy it and enjoy it. That's
all the power I want, for the moment." The Leader said, a smirk on
his lips despite the fact that you could barely see his face with the
black mask over it.
"That sounds reasonable, for the moment. You won't interfere in any
of my doings?" Ponte said, shoving Porkinite rinds into his mouth.
"Of course not, you can almost all of the real power, and you can do
so again when you get elected President after my term is up. You'll
get the longest rule." The Leader smiled.
"Well then, I think I'll have to agree to this." Ponte said,
extending his crumb covered hand. Wearily The Leader shook his hand
then motioned for Ulca, who was over conversing with Sean Walsh, to
bring over the papers. Once signed, all was ready.
"Thank you for entering into this now Lord Ponte, and here, let me
give you a gift right now." He said, motioning to Ulca who wheeled
out a vintage motorcycle.
"Oh my stars and garters, that isn't what I think it is, is it?"
Ponte said, bouncing happily at the site.
"It's the authentic bike that was used in 'The Great Escape', it was
ridden by Steve McQueen himself. He'd even signed it." The Leader
said, watching how Lord Ponte ran to the bike and began stroking it in
a disturbing fashion. 'More of the Drake traits I bet. Or at least I
hope that's what it is.' The Leader thought to himself.
"That's so cool, thank you." Ponte said, losing himself in the
beauty. "Can I take it back to my ship now? We've signed the papers
and everything."
"Sure, take it and enjoy it. I'll see you at the election." The
Leader said as he walked back to his throne room.
Ponte wheeled the bike over where Sean was just finishing his
conversation with Ulca, in time to hear Ulca say "Just give me a call
and I'll get you set up in the side-kick's union. Even though you
were a main character for awhile, you should be able to settle in
since you've been relegated to side-kick status again."
"Thanks Ulca, and hey good luck in the war. I've got to help his
Lard, I mean Lordship back to our Death Star." Sean said, before
exiting with Ponte.
* * *
"Did the meeting go well Sir?" Ulca asked respectfully.
"Yes, very well. Now, has all the paperwork been filed for me?" The
Leader said from his throne.
"Yes Sir, by the time you give your speech there will be injunctions
filed against three of those up for the election. Though it won't be
settled in court until after the election, the fact that there are
problems should cost them votes." Ulca said, smiling at the
devilishness of his Master.
"Very good, ready my Gavel Star let's get to the planet then. I have
a speech to give." The Leader said smiling.
SUMMARY:
Prior to the Elections, The Leader and Ponte formed an alliance.
The Leader has plans to disqualify at least three nominees.
The Leader is heading toward the planet in a shuttle from his Gavel
Star to ive his election speech.
Which will be posted just after this.