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| - The small ship dives into the atmosphere of the ecumenopolis, feeling the boiling point of the thermosphere, decreasing temperature throughout the mesosphere, and finally, struggling through flight all around the troposphere turbulence coming around, finally, landing to the docks near a spaceport in the Galactic City. The city, full of life, noise, and light works absorbs the planet while the small ship is safely in the hanger area. A Pantoran jumps out of the small escort ship. Corporal Cosine, a Galactic Peoples Democratic States Avionic Mechanic Corporal Soldier is on leave. “Good afternoon Sir,” says a 3D visual hologram of a male Twilek attendant, “ and may I say how was your flight service?” Corporal Cosine tosses a Topaz coin, “ Fantasticly, fondly”, Cosine says while still heading to the 3-D hologlass doors, knowing he couldn't stand one more GPS(Galactic Positioning System) ship with a woman's voice, produced from the spaceship, showing him the right destinations, when the GPS escort, actually, automated itself almost directly positioning itself straighttoward a star! Everytime inside the ship, he was in a panic trying to adjust that yoke stick from the GPS ship's auto controls, the woman's voice would find another direction, giving him a hard time to adjust the setting of the escort from floating in toward a star , a different spacecraft, into gas fluidic space, or even accidently floating far away from the galaxy while sleeping, while still being annoyed by a woman's automatic emergency calls. After walking like a drunk , from long days in a tiny space ship , he finally stumbles himself to a University. From the tall dome skyscraper, the 120 meter sized 3-D Holonet figures of the Principal, it speaks of an orientation. The auto floor moves under his feet and he slides inside the grand University of Coruscant. Inside the campus he is instantly cleaned up by automatic washing arms, sprayers, and droids alike. The droids, finish dry cloathing his Corporal Uniform, less than 70 miliseconds of a pit crew race. He walks with other astonished citizens in one of Coruscant's most recognized landmark. Inside the famous University, were enormous supershoppingmalls in each direction among the sides of the University walk ways, and also some from the entrance, for students and space citizens who travel, or live near the vicinity. The University had 80 million visits, over 2.5 billion international space visitors annually. Cosine walks down a steep hallway, into a tube, while looking over a glass proofceiling of movable sea creatures from Kamino and the last endangered rainbowlike sea creatures from shallow lakes of Ryloth. Out of the tube, he walks to a Pharmacy shop. Cosine looks over a two-sided mirror of himself, as if it was talking to him saying..... “Welcome to one of the most affordable, qualiti-quantisized landmark in the Galactic City, the galaxy's reknown University of Coruscant. Coruscant's Most finest University, suite, and supermall experience! For reservations, holo toll-free (000)YadiYa-ASAP! University of Coruscant, Searching for, Careers, Jobs, and Communities! Your Era is Now!” Cosine walks slowly back from the mirror as if to have a bad nightmare, until a 3D flying roller coaster dragon hologram, with real people flying inside, it almost nearly decapitates him from behind, soaring all over the mall. The University/Store had 10,000,000 major application careers, as well as 600,000 total stores, owning and donating 1 billion organizations annually around the galaxy. While strolling around he spots a 200 meter wide-large buffet cafetorium, watching movable 60 meter holograms and statues of famous people and founders of the University, especially, ChancellorFillorean. Also, he watched different new greenwork technologies from the Tech Prep Classes, and saw students line up for roleplaying famous figures of the galaxy before transporting on a hover-limousine to the Galactic City's Grand Opera House and Theatre. After exploring, he meets with other space visitors exploring the campus. The space visitors are guided by a hover droid showing them to the U of C theater for the next free show. Inside the University IMAX Theater was a young Pantoran female in front of the theater, who was an engineer chemical speculator and researcher. Walking to the front of the Keyboard, in front of the IMAX theater, she says out loud , “ Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, my name is Professor Onya Chuchi of Chemical Engineering Basis. Before the show may I ask how many people have heard of legendary space monsters, dimensional beings, or even ghostly phantom ships?" All hands stood up. “ What you will be seeing.......are different documents and stories from people who “supposedly” saw a phantom ship near their systems or maybe orbiting their planet, which have given bad omens throughout the ages. This is not for the meek at heart. By all means....Psychic powers, telepathy, telekinesis, precognition, and all the rest have no moral gradient. They are neither good or bad. Ships are different. As my father, a former GPDS sailor once told me, ' Some ships are just born bad.'” The lights go dim to very low. She talks softly while the film begins to play , “Ships, such as this one............. ships.... such as ....the Prosecutor. Now how many of you heard of the legendary Prosecutor?” All hands stood up, although, some start shaking, as if they have seen something they wished to have never seen again. The Imax screen shows of an astronaut recorder's version of the ship as it sails through with a red firey fog distances away from the recorder. One psychic, Sheyrl, is intrigued by the sight, yet starts to become nervous just by the demonic sight of it. "I knew it was large, but that...is ENORMOUS!" “Unfortunately for us.... an enormous dead cell,” Onya explains, “ There have been ,supposedly, no invert manifestations in or around the Prosecutor since, last month or yet so.........I believe that some ships have their own inner life. A life which may or may not be conscious. If there was consciousness in the Prosecutor...............” the film goes to the next footage of 21 BBY The Clone Wars “ it manifestated itself way far earlier." The Republic's galaxy during the Clone Wars was a very different galaxy. Probably more different than any of us imagined,” she continues while the IMAX THEATER shows and moves in 3-D all over the entire City images and other planets during the Republic Clone Wars Era, “ War and Suvival was an ordinary and serious issue, almost as real as a live action killing film. Fortunes were made by mercenaries and bandits with funny helmets and jetpacks. It was either you were saved by the Republic ,start a baby boom, or serve the Separatist, follow their own laws, you either back out of the way, or get run down. Those were the options. Other than that you were on your own. The R.A.S. Prosecutor, ordered by Captain Martz , was built and commissioned by the Republic/Clone Manufactoring, from the agreement of Kaminoan machinery tycoons. The great ship served as a beacon of hope orbiting Geonosis during the Battle of Geonosis. During its service Captain Martz and the highly decorated yet full of arrogance, Clone Commander CC-1999 “Golden Spade Phoenix” commanded the Prosecutor, the great ship protected and traded on nearby trade routes, but there were secrets and mysterious experiments which were onboard the Prosecutor which was held in secrecy by the Republic government. Although, the clone troopers and sailors discovered Isotope star clusters, they were slowed down by unknown frequent solar storms which made their radar vulnerable to any radioactive elements. The clonetroopers were calculating the radiation when all of a sudden droids forces and Trandoshan mercenaries bombed and invaded the ship; all of the crew was massacred. Droids took advantage of the radiation and left a recorder to record the intel com satellite echo message com. They took the chips, the reusable resources and evacuated the abandoned ship with radiation poison and gas spills. The bodies unknown. The trouble started before it became an attraction during the New Republic era. Rediscovered by it's ghostly glow in 20 ABY around the Tatooine star system, more New Republic Construction crews worked 24 hours a day, seven days a week trying to implant more technology on the old Republic ship for people to search, tour, and tell the secrets of the Prosecutor. This was not the problem. The problem, before the attraction began was the ship drove the workers insane....I mean literally...... insane. Bang!! One Dubrillion worker without reason, shot the main Construction Boss over benefits. The Worker made no effort to escape. He just drop the hydroshotgun as if nothing had happened, went onboard an escort into Tattooine and landed in a nearby town, while walking toward inside the tavern, where agents found and captured him by waiting outside the tavern, lunging, grabbing, and tranquilizing him with a sleep shot to the back of his neck once he came outside. The worker's name was Yak Tyina. When he was tried here in the Galactic City, in 20 ABY he said he only remembered nothing from breakfast that morning in Tatooine, heading to the ship, to the time he woke up in the Coruscant undergound jail cells. The Judge didn't believe him, and neither did the jury. He was sentenced to death. Until then, some believe the ship was a bad omen. There's always been a difference between the way the cursed Prosecutor treats the ladies and the gentlemen.” “ Of course, what do you mean exactly..”speaks Cosine knowing this could be another legendary wonderland for another ship attraction. “ In time, sir, all in good time,” says Onya with a soft smile. Cosine continues his poker smooth face smile back to her and the so called “GHOST SHIP”. “Furthermore,” she includes, “ the reconstructions for new parts had been taking over a year and already there had been 300 deaths from unknown causes or phenomena. The First worker later in the year was suffocated and exploded in his new technolized astronaut suit, because the oxygen wire rope, suprisingly, leaked a hole. Another worker felt like he needed to do a mission, an honorable mission, so he electricuted himself with many others inside the ship. Finally, the youngest worker was choked to death while eating a tangerine by an unknown power. This is what it looked during the commission in 21 BBY. Now here's what it looks, today.” she says while showing the new grizzly and skeletal-like photo of the ship. Sheyrl a psychic Quetix looked stunned, “ It seems as if it has.......grown and metalized expandively!” “How many sections does this large ship have?” says a precognate from the Galactic City. “ I don't think anyone ever really knows..” says Onya. “ You can come on the first day, and call on 74, come back three days and come with 87 or 97.” says the Psychology professor. “ That's impossible isn't it?” asked a female tourist. “ It's the Prosecutor sweet heart.” interrupted the professor. “Overall, how many people did, actually, disappear Miss Chuchi, surely there must be an act of recount to that?” asked Cosine still with a calm face. “ I believe twenty-three hundred quadrillion disappearances thoughout the eons right till today.” “If you forgive me, I find that almost impossible to believe” laughs a Besalisk foreseer. “ Of course you did,” continues Onya “Any one would, but I assure it is true. Twenty-three hundred quadrillion disappearances. The Prosecutor always had a particular interest with the ladies.” Some ladies wobble nervously. “ Oh please, please, we are speaking of a ship that is falling dormant.” says Chuchi trying to be patient. Sheryl struggles to murmur something. “ When....was the last disappearance?” asked Cosine. “ Just a month ago, as I said there have been no furthermore phenomena situations...” “Who...who was th-the last victim, please?” asked Sheryl anxiously. “ Maam... maam please come down, we have a lot groundwork to cover on, I hardly think we need to focus on...” “The old woman of the senior's society, ,” interrupted the Professer of psychology, “ she was with a group of elderly senior explorers, when they found the abandoned floating ship, they went into the hangar area. It wasn't until after they came back to the hanger area from observing the ship, they realized she wasn't with them anymore. Although, they did find her gruesome bloodstained purse.” “Finished?” asked Onya impatiently staring at the professor. “Yes Ms. Chuchi” says the professor flatteringly. “ Thank you. The lady's name was Akla Guyante. Sense her disappearance, the ship has rarely never been seen. With no energy to feed it seems to wait in the shadows to stalk its next prey. In a coma like...” “A dead cell ” sighed the Besalisk foreseer. “ Of course, I wouldn't bet that if I were you” Cosine whispers to Sheryl while smiling, and also looking at the Besalisk. “In any case,” says Onya on stage “ during it's active times , women have a tendency to be turn missing, and the men had a final tendency to turn up into different ways of being ...dead.” “ The bad days are over?,” says the old Coruscanti precognate. “Yes, yes they are...” “Are you sure?” “Positive!” “Then, what do you exactly want from us, Dr. Chuchi?” asked Cosine while staring into her eyes. The lights flip on. “ First off this can be a difficult situation for all of us, and neither understand our goals, but I would like to leave you with three thoughts if I may....the first is that the investigation of psychic phenomena is an honorable persuit, despite, the fields' pattern reputation. The Second, is that reality is not always quantifiable. Our inability to count ways, sort, or photograph some things does not mean those things are not existant. Most importantly, third.....please have a nice day.” says, Onya finally. “ Miss Chuchi you didn't answer my question, please.” interrupted Cosine, “ Question.” “Your question?” smiles Chuchi suspiciously. "There are rumors which say you're going to search and investigate the Prosecutor , with a handy-dandy crew ...a psychic field trip. Is that true?” “You are...?” Cosine , Avi...” “I don't recognize you. Is it because the group is large...or is this your first visit to our happy family?” “Mmmmhmmp” mummers Cosine smiling softly, “ Corporal Cosine, Avionic Mechanic of the GPDS...may I be of service, maam?" “Oh, my sympathies, Mr. Cosine.” she acts faintly. “Is it true and if so, do you plan on using departmental funds......or University general funds to finance your latest spook hunt?” She keeps a soft poker face saying, “ As any regular attendee of these classes will tell you...I am extremely interested in the legendary R.A.S. Prosecutor, I talk about it all the time, even have a wall poster of it on my office wall. Even one of CC-1999. But as the Mon Calamari Principal X'aq can tell you, I've filed no request for funds.....to underwrite what you term a "spook hunt". ( guests laugh quietly) If you feel like asking him to confirm that, he's up there,” The all turn to the player room and there was Principal X'aq smiling at Dr. Chuchi. “A question, Mr. Cosine asked, did Principal X'aq suggest....you stop by my office for your question instead of the theater ...like a normal guest.... never mind. Let's consider the issue closed, shall we?” she asked. “ Noooo, you never answered my question... “ “Thank you all for coming, until then fly safely and may the force the be with you, farewell,” she ends with a smile. Everyone starts leaving their place. However, Cosine comes near the stage, “If I embarrassed you, in any way shape or cellular form Dr. Chuchi, I am truly at your det.” “Don't believe it, Mr. Cosine. You just stuck a key in your own back, while Professor X'aq wound you up. It was his intention that I be embarrassed, like he would ever believe a word I say. I am not.” Onya says while still smiling. “Even if you're not using University funds for your expedition... you should rethink, your choices before launching yourself into the dragon's teeth?” “ Farewell, Mr. Cosine”, says Onya finally,smiling, while placing her hand near his cheek and leaving into the mall walk way. Cosine looks toward the sky, nervously, possibly thinking of what is to come of his next mission .
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