Pal Polloda

The alliance contingent heads through space magnificent as ever. Sent with the good will of senator Palloda and the rest of the Mon Calamarians, the ships would serve the alliance well.

The three ships leave the Mon Calamari ship yards and head for Coruscant.

The diplomatic vessel exited hyperspace above Mon Calamari. The senator aboard sat at the main view port of his ship dressed in a rather regal attire fit for the senate chambers on Coruscant. Beyond the window one could see the immense Mon Cal ship yards. Finished in these yards were three ships, one of immense size and proportion. Crew shuttles could be seen escorting crews aboard their designated ships. An MC90a retrofitted with more proton Torpedo tubes was ready as well as a Mediator class cruiser which neared the size of the venerable, but much less powerful Home One used by Admiral Ackbar at the battle of Endor. Pal Palloda sat in his window as his crew received clearance to land planetside. The Mon Calamarians bullbus eyes wandered over the two ships but as they cast their gaze beyond them, the green crested windows into the aliens soul caught a glimpse of the magnificent Viscount cruiser. Nearly the size of the massive Executor star destroyer the ships shields could nearly sustain it from a full on barrage of three ships to one. It's proton torpedo tubes littered the hull ready to fling their lethal cargos at enemy ships. Pal leaned back in his pristeen white chair as the ship entered the atmosphere obscuring his view of the three ships. With a flick of his webbed finger one of the aides came running. Send this transmission to Admiral Starlisk. Encrypted and untrackable Three ships are ready, they will be routed to Coruscant shortly. Your flagship is magnificent! Reguards, Senator Palloda

The Mon Calamarian leaves the capital to tend to alliance matters on his home planet. With his diplomatic aides at his side he enters a small sleak Mon Calamari ship and takes off for his home. While in route, the veteran statesman receieves word from the thriving Mon Calamari ship yards. A smirk crosses his orange face as his green eyes widen with anticipation. The ships crew is ordered to make all speed to Mon Calamari.

The daily galactic news is viewed by trillions of beings. As many come from their daily jobs, this nights news would not be normal. The Galactic Federation Smoldering ruins of the jedi temple and the upper levels are shown, but this time with an unfamiliar site accompanying them. Rebel personel with species of all kinds among their ranks are rebuilding city blocks and homes. Soldiers can be seen giving candy to little children who come to play around the debre of fallen imperial fighters and vehicles. Banners carrying rebel insignia are hung in windows and fireworks are set off at night by B-Wings flying over the massive city scape. Other planets off the same scenes. Children walk out of houses not afraid anymore, the streets are full of markets and games and everyday business is resumed. Species of all kinds are all smiles as the screen switches from planet to planet, each with their own small story of freedom. A raspy voice comes in and the planet scenes fade into background as a Mon Calamari steps forward. "Beings of the galaxy, this is a day to rejoice. A time of rebirth is at hand. Once more we are able to stand together as one like the old republic of yester year"..... The image of the Pal Polloda fades out and is replaced by more scenes of beings on many planets voting in polls to elect their senator for the new senate. After many principle planets are shown the screen ques back on the Mon Calamari senator. "Our new government is called the The Galactic Federation. We all have a voice in this new government. This galaxy will be the better for all of our participation. I and the other senators cannot rebuild the galaxy alone. We need every individual. Get to the poles and vote. Be democratic." The insignia of the new Galactic Federation fades into existence as the news cast ends.

As he was watering one the many assortmant of underwater fauna in his office Pal receives the message from Admiral Kirana via his secretaries. With a distinct smile he glances back at the computer screen on his desk as it shoots up the finished schematics for the Mon Calamari cruisers that have recently been finished in orbit above the planet surface. The request of the rebel Admiral was a weighty one at best. The new order of the galaxy would be fragile and would need strong leaders of moral character who could withstand the pressure brought on by a term in the senate. Pal considered himself one of good testicular fortitude, and after careful thoughtout deliberation the politician....one of few on the straight and narrow....replied simply to Kirana. Transmission I'd be honored to represent Mon Calamari. I will see to it that this is the will of our people to have me as a delegate in the senate for them. As election notices are posted, the Mon Calamari cruisers are boarded by their crews who quickly throw themselves into their duties to become acquainted with their new homes. This was not for the rebellion anymore, but for the Galactic Federation.

Construction begins on a massive defender class ship to replace the Galans Pride. Two MC90a's are completed and finished....ready to be claimed by the rebels. Another MC90a and a Mediator class battlecruise are also begun. The Calamarians take to their tasks with pride. Pal Polloda can often be seen visiting the construction sites and urging the workers on.

It had been a long time since Pal had contacted the rebellion. His sentaorial duties had kept him bogged down in procedures and paper. The Mon Cals had been busy since however, as evacuation and shipbuilding on the planet had taken place. The ship yards were still in full swing as two more rebel ships were being built. Pals white washed office was typical for that of a high ranking Mon Calamari official. Trimmed with a light blue sea pattern above the windows and the doors, the office was quite welcoming. Pal had signed the last of his documents for the day and leaned back in his chair, bringing his webbed hands together and flexing his appendiges against eachother. The Mon Calamarian sighed as he typed up a transmission code on his small datapad. It was an old code, not used for some time, but it would still work. News had reached the ears of Pal about the new leader of the rebellion, Kirana Sunrider. Simply wishing to make her acquaintance and send intell about the ships in production the Calamari senator left a quick conscise message for the admiral. This is senator Pal Polloda of the Mon Calamarians. I bestowe my warmest reguards on you Admiral Sunrider, and wish to inform you that your ships are well on their way to completion. Let me know if there is anything else Mon Calamari can do for the alliance.

Ok, you see that post up there ^...the one from page 7...well thats about 1/5 of what I was going to write. The problem is that MY COMPUTER IS GAY, LITTERALLY! I went to Preview, but the darn thing went to submit...then my computer froze..and then I had to leave and therefore couldn't fix it..and then, I took a sledgehammer and killed it because it is retarded..Ok, done venting...this is my "catch up post, so it isn't that great. IC: Pal landed the Mon Cal Starfighter and joined teh others at the table. "I am Pal Polloda, here to offer my services to the Galactic Alliance."

...Kamino's alias... Pal Polloda slowly guided his MonCal Starfighter out of hyperspace. As the Calamarian descended toward the ice-planet called Hoth, he thought about why he was here. Pal recalled his days serving the Republic as President of the Mon Calamarie Counsel...He remembered the peace the Republic had spread...and the freedoms he, and all the other citizens, shared. But now...the peace was gone. People were oppressed and depressed. They had lost their freedom to the Empire. Pal had made the commitment to suffer the way his people do. Thus, he had shed his regal garments and fancy protection. Pal Polloda was dedicated to the liberation of his people, and he would use his wealth to help his people.

"I am always eager to share my opinions!" Pal turned to regard both the newcomer and Malachi...he had a feeling the latter could use a little love in his life. "To find love, you must look in many places. Love does not come to you, you must search for it. To hunt for it succesfully, you must always stay optimistic. A pessimist refuses to find love. Keep your eyes open, love comes in a variety of forms. Many times, it is their and we don't even reconize it. Affection does not make love, but love is a catalyst for affection. Your pespective of love can differ greatly, therefore it may be neccesary to embrace diffrent aspects of love...The Empire has long forbid poligamy(sp?), which some thought I was implying." Simply put, to find love engage in many activities and stay alert. It is possible to love all people, everyone has qualities we like...the hard part is finding them.

Pal sat back in his seat and finished his drink. "Me? Well, back in the day I traveled around the Galaxy...preaching messages of peace, love, and freedom. Needless to say, some of my philosophies contradicted with the Empire's beliefs. They jailed me in one of the most brutal prisons imaginable. Years of being raped and tortured didn't suit me too well. The Rebel Alliance learned what happend and freed me. Since that time I have been working for the Alliance, providing all the resources I can to help the cause." As President Polloda wrapped up his story, he and Malachi were approached by a visitor. Pal had ran out of beer, so this newcomer was certainly welcome. "Sure, have a seat...I always welcome buyers!"

After finishing his paperwork, Pal Polloda walked down to where Malachi was. "Ahh, I've finished my paper work and I really need to relax. What do ya' say we go on down to this awesome Cantina I know about." The human and Mon Cal exit en route to the Big Eye Cantina. _____________________________________________________________ Upon entering, the two sit down and Pal orders drinks. "So, what has brought you to the Alliance?"

Pal continued to sit in his office and file seemingly endless paper work.

OOC: No offence taken...sorry about the late reply, I tend to post infrequently...just ask anyone else I post with. Therefore, you can post for Pal when I'm not on, which is the vast majority of the time. You seem to be a great poster, so I'm sure you won't get me killed or anything. Pal Polloda, flanked by two guards, emerged before Malachi. "I am Pal Polloda, head of Mon Cal. I would like to welcome you to my home planet...it is an honor to have you here. Do not feel intimidated by the display of power, I am simply trying to protect myself. In the eyes of the Alliance, I am no more a Rebel than you. We are equals, and I hope we will become friends as we battle against the Empire. Any facilities you wish to use our yours. Now, if you will excuse me, I have bussiness to attend to. If you need me, I will be in my confrence room. Good day!" Pal headed off down one of the hallways.