fandomhighdorms | Second Floor Common Room, Friday Morning

Sure, Anakin had to go to class later. But he needed food, first, and a very large bowl of cereal in the common room appeared to be the solution to that this morning. He wasn't in the mood for quiet, so he turned the TV on and found a soccer game on. Earth sports were weird, but with weird similarities to the ones he knew from home, and apparently there were a lot of them on TV lately. He didn't mind; he wasn't particularly into them, but he didn't mind either. (He had his doubts about the red-and-white striped jerseys one of the teams was wearing, though.)

He was perfectly prepared to just have the game on as background noise while he ate until he caught sight of one of the players, standing in front of a giant net wearing padded gloves, as a graphic reading "Hope Solo" flashed up on the screen.

"Um."

She totally looked like she could be related to him, and needless to say Anakin would be paying attention for the rest of the match.

[OOC: Making Star Wars references to soccer games in game is pretty much a tradition for me. Shut up. And open.]

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Well, a Sith-run one now, but they weren't the real Empire to her anyway.

"A benevolent one," Sia replied. "What Palpatine did simply didn't work, and was done for his own gain, with no regard for the people he ruled. We don't enslave non-human races, we don't keep women to the sidelines and we don't march into war every three weeks with a superweapon like they'll solve all the galaxy's problems."

"I find that hard to believe," Anakin muttered, except that he got the distinct feeling she was telling him the truth.

That was a little unsettling.

"So you're an Empire that works for the good of its own people," he concluded, still skeptical. But at least willing to listen, so there was that.

"We try to. The people who live under Imperial rule are affected by what those in power do, and why tempt a rebellion when you can simply do what you can in the best interests of everyone?" she explained. "It isn't a democracy, no, but it's not tyranny, either."

Again, speaking for her Empire.

As opposed to that Sith-run one that would have Anakin saying 'I told you so.'

"At the moment it's not tyranny," he replied. "Who's to say it's going to stay that way?"

"No one can say for sure. But I will say that in three generations any large-scale problems that have occurred were of no real fault of the Emperor." No, for that they could blame the Moffs. She did blame her father for allying with the Sith, but she also knew there was a system of checks in balances in place to prevent the very thing he'd needed to do, which was to say no without consulting anyone else.

"Do you want us to be the bad guys?"

"No!" Anakin blurted out, and ran a hand through his hair in frustration. This was why he left political talk to other people. "I'm just having a really hard time thinking of you as the good guys."

Sia paused for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to put this that might help him understand.

"I'm an Imperial, and related to you," she said. "Do you think that any of your relatives would willingly join the Empire if it was still the same thing your parents had fought against?"

Anakin tried to picture either one of his siblings in that situation, and pretty much failed.

"All right, no," he conceded reluctantly. "Then again, I can't see any of my relatives backing down when they've made up their minds about something, no matter who tries to talk them out of it, either."

She had a point, and he knew it. He just wasn't willing to outright say so, which really just backed up his point. Sort of.

"But do you trust their judgment?" Sia asked. This was a biased question on her part, as she was pretty satisfied with how things had gone until four years ago, but she felt it should be asked.

Second Floor Common Room, Friday Morning

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