Chapter 67: The Spark of Rebellion

As the six-month mark approached since their clandestine meeting, the atmosphere aboard the *Aegis* buzzed with anticipation and tension. Prince Cassian stood on the command deck, the bright stars of space stretching infinitely before him, yet his mind was focused on the impending celebration of the Terran Dominion's founding anniversary. This event, usually filled with pomp and grandeur, would serve as the perfect backdrop for their rebellion.

"Are we ready?" Cassian asked, turning to Admiral Zara, who was meticulously reviewing the final plans on a digital display.

"Almost," she replied, her eyes fixed on the screen. "The council members are set to deliver speeches that align with our narrative. We'll use the crowd's energy to rally support for the cause. But we need to ensure our signals remain covert to avoid arousing any suspicion."

Cassian nodded, appreciating Zara's attention to detail. "And what about the people on the ground? We need to ensure they're prepared for the moment."

Zara looked up, her expression serious. "I've coordinated with our contacts in key cities. They understand the significance of this celebration and are ready to take action. When the time comes, we'll need to make sure our message is loud and clear. This is not just about the council; it's about the people."

Cassian felt a rush of determination. The plan was ambitious, but it was their best chance to galvanize public sentiment. The founding anniversary would not only mark a celebration but also be a signal to the citizens that change was not just possible but necessary.

In the weeks leading up to the event, Cassian and Zara focused on building a network of allies. They met in secret with influential figures from various sectors—merchants, labor leaders, and even former military personnel disillusioned by the emperor's reign. Each meeting reinforced their conviction, igniting a fire of dissent that spread quietly through the Dominion's cities.

As the day of the celebration drew near, preparations intensified. Cassian spent countless hours in strategy sessions, meticulously planning the details of their public statements. Zara, meanwhile, organized teams of loyalists who would help disseminate pamphlets and information throughout the crowds gathered for the festivities.

The grand event was scheduled to take place in the capital, where thousands would gather to celebrate their heritage. Colorful banners would adorn the streets, and performances showcasing the Dominion's strength and unity would fill the air. But hidden beneath the surface was a current of unrest, poised to erupt at the right moment.

On the day of the celebration, the capital was a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds. Music echoed through the streets, and citizens, clad in their finest attire, filled the thoroughfares. Cassian and Zara made their way to the main square, where the speeches would take place. The atmosphere was electric, charged with excitement and anticipation.

"Remember, we need to remain inconspicuous until the speeches begin," Zara reminded Cassian as they moved through the throngs of people. "Our time will come."

As they reached the platform where the council members would speak, Cassian felt his heart race. He spotted Soren and other key allies, their faces set with determination. Each one understood the stakes, and Cassian couldn't help but feel a surge of pride for what they were about to attempt.

The event commenced with a flourish. Council members took turns addressing the crowd, praising the emperor's leadership and the strength of the Dominion. As the speeches droned on, Cassian felt the familiar ache of frustration. These were the very voices that had ignored the needs of the people, yet here they were, basking in adoration.

Finally, the moment arrived. Soren stepped forward, the next in line to speak. Cassian felt the tension in the air shift. It was time to act. He signaled to Zara, who discreetly activated the communication devices they had hidden within the crowd.

"Citizens of the Terran Dominion!" Soren's voice rang out, amplified by the sound system. "Today, we celebrate our strength, our unity, and our future. But let us not forget that true strength lies in our ability to listen to one another."

Cassian's heart raced as he saw Zara move to the side of the stage, her fingers poised over a control panel. She glanced back at him, ensuring he was ready.

Soren continued, his speech carefully crafted to align with Cassian's vision. "In recent times, many voices have gone unheard. We stand at a crossroads, and it is time we reflect on the needs of our people."

At that moment, Zara pressed the button, and a holographic display materialized behind Soren. It flickered to life, showing images of protests, rising taxes, and the struggles of everyday citizens. The crowd fell silent, their eyes wide as they took in the visuals.

"Look around you," Soren urged. "We are not merely subjects of an empire; we are citizens with voices that must be heard!"

A ripple of confusion spread through the audience, and Cassian seized the opportunity. He stepped forward, taking Soren's place. "You are not alone! We, too, have heard your cries, your pain. It is time for a new beginning, one that prioritizes the needs of the people over the desires of the elite!"

The crowd erupted in murmurs, uncertainty transforming into intrigue. Cassian could feel the shift in energy as whispers turned to shouts of support.

Zara moved among the crowd, handing out pamphlets detailing their cause, while Cassian continued to speak, rallying the people to their side. "Together, we will build a Dominion that listens, that adapts, and that respects every voice within its borders!"

As his words resonated, Cassian felt hope bloom within him. The seeds of rebellion had been sown, and the time for change had come. The founding anniversary would no longer be a mere celebration of the past; it would mark the dawn of a new era—a time when the voices of the people would finally be heard.