A Transmission from Radio Free Yavin

“…So I told ’em, but I don’t want to bow to an Emperor. That’s not my business. I don’t want to be ruled or conquer anyone. Hell, if I could, I’d surely help every sentient, Galaxy-wide, every being I possible. Doesn’t matter what they look like, or who their people are. I reckon we all want to help one another. sentients are like that. We want to fill our lives with each other’s joy, not each other’s pain. We don’t want to oppress and despise one another. In this Universe there’s room for everyone and the good galaxy is rich and and has worlds as can provide for everyone.

The kind of life can be free and wonderful, but I also know that we have lost our way. Greed has twisted us down to our souls, has blockaded the galaxy apart with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We once marveled to travel through hyperspace, but we have since shut ourselves in. Droids, such that that give us abundance has left many in need. Our millennia of knowledge has made us skeptical; our ingenuity has turned nasty and unkind as a stun baton. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery we need wisdom. More than ingenuity, we need compassion. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost.

The Hyperlane and the Holonet have broughtus closer together. The very nature of these technologies cries out for the goodness in all people- cries for universal fellowship, for that which unites us all. Even now my voice is reaching Trillions throughout the Galaxy, trillions of despairing children, adults and the elders, all victims of a system that orders people to torture and imprison the innocent. To those multitudes who can hear me, I say: ‘Do not give up hope.’ The suffering that is our lives is but the time of greed, the bitterness of sentients who fear the way of progress. This day of hate will pass, and Emperors die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as individuals die, liberty will never succumb.

Loyalists! Don’t give yourselves to monsters, beings who look down on you and enslave you, who organize your worlds, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel! Who enlist and drill you, diet you, treat you like bantha, use you as laser cannon fodder. Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural ones, machine-like beings with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle! You are sentients! You have the love of living things in your hearts. You don’t hate, only the unloved hate, the unloved and the corrupted.

Troopers! Don’t fight for slavery! Fight for freedom! In the time of the Old Republic, it was taught that the Force is within and of living things, not one living thing, not any specific species of beings but in all of us! In you! You, the people, have the power, the power to engineer tech and grow life. The power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this Galaxy free and beautiful, to make this life a grand adventure. Then in the name of democracy, let us use that power, let us all form an Alliance. Let us fight for a new Galaxy, a decent Galaxy that will give beings a chance to live in peace, that will give youth a future and old age a security.

By the promise of these things, a dictatorship has risen to power. But they lie! They do not fulfil that promise. They never will! emperors free themselves but they enslave the people. Now let us fight to fulfil that promise! Let us fight to free the Galaxy, to do away with political Sectors, to do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a Galaxy of wisdom, a Galaxy where Democracy and progress will lead to all beings’ happiness. Rebels, in the name of democracy, let us unite!”

[Adapted from the Great Dictator by Jarys Maragopoulos]

Jarys Maragopoulos
Jarys Maragopoulos grew up in the suspiciously isolated Ojai valley. Having acted in about a dozen plays as a child, including radio comedy routines, Jarys escaped with a College acceptance letter they had forged out of a hallmark card and octopus Ink. They rode the trains and learned the way of the hobos until arriving at the idyllic city of San Francisco, home to Jarys' dreams. At the University of San Francisco, where they won a Bachelors in History from the Dean in a Kung Fu match, Jarys met their two best friends and stopped blushing when they told people their favorite movie was “Return of the Jedi”. Since that time Jarys has earned their teaching credential (without resorting to thaumaturgy), collected a small library, learned Sumerian, and fell in love.
That list is not causal, they promise.

[Jarys is Genderqueer and, consequently, uses they/their/them pronouns.]

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