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The Suppression

The excitement of the new day had not even waned by the noon hour. Crowds had flooded the streets and were chanting with excitement. It was cloudy, joyously cloudy. Most importantly, the toughest political foe ever faced was being paraded upon a mobile wooden gallows. Her execution was imminent. Finally, vengeance would be wrought. The prospect was sweeter than a sugar stick.

And lo, the gallows have returned.

"Bring out the other three prisoners!"

Such great pleasure as the guards stepped back toward the jail cells. Here we were, in the back of the main government building, thirteen squads of men readied, as if to invade a rival planet.

"The demonstration should be made public," Mra Tarkin, the most important person in my administration said.

"No, it should not. I have a surprised for Ms. Solus. Plus, we need not make a public example of her. The populace is well within our grasp. The risk of inciting people to turn on us is not worth it."