Good afternoon, and glory to the Empire.

Good morning, and Glory to the Empire.

𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙭𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚. ＡＬＬＩＡＮＣＥ ＰＲＯＪＥＣＴ “ＲＯＳＥ” #SWRP | #STARWARSRP | #MVRP

//Hear me out gang— Project “Rose” is Project “Alma”’s Rebel counterpart, produced when a schematic for an early Alma prototype was stolen. The prototype failed because it was “too compassionate” or something I don’t have that part nailed down yet

//Y’KNOW WHAT HOLD ON I’VE GOT AN IDEA

//As much as I love having Alma be unwitting and giving her the constant “FELL FOR IT AGAIN AWARD,” I also love having her be an evil sadistic asshole sometimes

[Okay, now that she’s tortured its location out of that Rebel soldier, she’s burning a Rebel weapons cache to the ground! Alma, you naughty droid, you!]

I knew it!!! You monster!!!

[Beating a Rebel soldier senseless with her baton almost immediately after saying that shit about “the wrong side of history.” Fascinating.]

Fine then! Prove my point even further! Show to the galaxy just WHO is on the wrong side of history! Here’s a hint— it isn’t His Majesty!

Do not be leaving so soon! I haven’t even gotten to the part where I dismantle your Alliance’s pitiful argument for abstract concepts like “self-determination” yet!!!

//Alma is THE ✨Imperial Propaganda Reader✨

That one is obvious. You see, [The droid proceeds to launch into the most whacked-out and obvious Imperial propaganda theory that Leia could have imagined. It lasts… several minutes.]

[An eye roll of her own.] Clearly an inside job. You aren’t going to fool me with that one.

Imperial Project “Alma” would be the accurate description. “Alma,” meaning “soul” in some languages. “Soul,” something you are quite clearly lacking.

I can think for myself just fine, thank you. I just choose not to take propaganda from an “Alliance” CLEARLY run by the Hutt Clan.

Oh, VERY original. What backwater did you crawl out of where that one was still popular?

Against slavery, but still MORE than willing to say “you-know-what,” hmm?

You could not comprehend a single string of calculations run by my elite processor. And the correct terminology would be “IMPERIAL scrap-heap.”

They were being exploited by the aforementioned Royal Guard and leadership. Aren’t you all supposed to be “against the exploitation of planets”?

So say the supposed “abolitionists of slavery.”

[Squinting her eye as she continues to hear the “C-word.”] You Rebel scum truly are a lost cause.

Alderaan was a major source of support for the Rebel Alliance, with the Royal Guard and leadership deeply involved in treasonous operations. That’s all there is to it.

Rebels REALLY want to portray themselves as purveyors of equality, with language like THAT? Tch. Pathetic.

[Turning her head 180° in an INSTANT.] Excuse you?

What joke…?

Excuse me? [She looks confused.] What is funny?

[They are now holding hands.]

[Giving him her hand.]

Ehm… [She’s unsure of what to do.]

If it will further instill undying loyalty to the Empire in you, I will allow it.

…Well then. [She’s… unsure of what to actually do now. She’s never made it this far. With anyone.]

…I didn’t realize this strategy was going to be so… effective.

Why are you looking at me like that.

. . . ? (Goodness… is this really that effective of a strategy?)

That silly Rebel thinks she can draw people to her side like that? Showing off? Hmph. Two can play at this game. [ #SeductiveSunday ]

…I’m unfamiliar. Who exactly are you affiliated with?

Interesting… I suppose there isn’t all that much to either of us, then, is there?

Hm. Well, you already know quite a bit about me. Would you like to tell me anything about you?

[When she has finished her dancing, she returns to the table.] Wow… that was actually pretty fun!

Hm. Suit yourself. [She steps onto the dance floor, moving a bit awkwardly at first. Soon, however, she gets into a rhythm with it, dancing in an elegant and lively manner around the floor.]

[She looks back at him.] I’m going to attempt to dance. Care to join me?

Dance, hm…? [She looks out at the floor, watching the lively dancers. She quietly scans some of their moves, downloading them to her databanks.] Let’s give this a try. [She rises to her feet, gradually making her way to the dance floor.]

A lubricant used to protect against mechanical wear. [She looks around as well.] …What exactly do you enjoy doing here?

Hm. [She looks at the waitress as well.] I will have a Nepenthé.

Nonsense! No one here in the great Imperial Center would dare challenge Imperial might! [As the waitress approaches them, she’s unsure of what to do. She looks over at TK-053.] …Oil, I suppose. Do they have that here?

Well, then… we’ll just have to try a club and hope to have a productive time. [The shuttle soon lands on Coruscant, and the two head for the bright lights of the Uscru District.] Now, you must be careful to avoid certain locations here… very shifty characters hang around here often. +

Hm… neon, bright colors… likely Uscru then. Do you know the name of this club?

[A Lambda shuttle soon arrives to retrieve the two.] Worry not— this shuttle was already transporting cargo there. So, it is double-convenient! [She quickly boards it, still holding his hand, and the shuttle soon enters hyperspace.] +

Coruscant, eh…? Well, then. To Coruscant we will go! (Surely if I cater to the enemy’s desires, they will be more likely to believe I enjoy their presence.) I will call for a shuttle at once!