Galactic News Network Breaking News
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Galactic News Network Breaking News
OOC been a while since we had one of these - we can use this as the war goes on to update galactic events and the general knowledge base of the MBT
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GNN BREAKING NEWS
The words dominated the holonet, imposed over the symbol of the Galactic Empire. It crosssfaded with the picture of Boris Antilles, sitting behind a desk. His face was particularly somber.
"Live from the Imperial Center on Coruscant, I'm Boris Antilles with this Galactic News Network Special report. GNN has learned that a large naval battle has taken place over Ord Mantell, and concluded in a crushing defeat for the Galactic Empire with the possible loss of an entire fleet. The Fleet was beleived to be lead by none other than Admiral Banner Ton and the Super Star Destroyer Cleansing. Both are assumed lost in the battle. It is beleived that the fleet was sent after losing contact with both Ansion and Vortex, and communications with both planets, as well as Ord Mantell are still down. We've recieved no confirmation from Imperial Naval High Command regarding story but we have recieved confirmation from a number of sources within the Imperial hierarchy. In response, the office of the Regent, Grand Admiral Thrawn has called a press conference in response to the story."
"There is no confirmation, on who defeated the Imperial fleet, however, sources within the New Republic, Corellia, the Loris Empire, and Wild Star Confederacy know nothing of the battle. It leaves many questions as to what exactly is occuring. Rumors are circulating the same robotic mechanisms that destroyed the Death Star might be responsible, but that has not been confirmed."
Antilles hesitated a moment as he recieved some new information in his ear.
"The Press Conference will take place at the Imperial Rotunda in three hours, and will be hosted by Deputy Regent Gilad Paelleon. We now return you to your regular programming, this has been a special report, from GNN News."
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GNN BREAKING NEWS
The words dominated the holonet, imposed over the symbol of the Galactic Empire. It crosssfaded with the picture of Boris Antilles, sitting behind a desk. His face was particularly somber.
"Live from the Imperial Center on Coruscant, I'm Boris Antilles with this Galactic News Network Special report. GNN has learned that a large naval battle has taken place over Ord Mantell, and concluded in a crushing defeat for the Galactic Empire with the possible loss of an entire fleet. The Fleet was beleived to be lead by none other than Admiral Banner Ton and the Super Star Destroyer Cleansing. Both are assumed lost in the battle. It is beleived that the fleet was sent after losing contact with both Ansion and Vortex, and communications with both planets, as well as Ord Mantell are still down. We've recieved no confirmation from Imperial Naval High Command regarding story but we have recieved confirmation from a number of sources within the Imperial hierarchy. In response, the office of the Regent, Grand Admiral Thrawn has called a press conference in response to the story."
"There is no confirmation, on who defeated the Imperial fleet, however, sources within the New Republic, Corellia, the Loris Empire, and Wild Star Confederacy know nothing of the battle. It leaves many questions as to what exactly is occuring. Rumors are circulating the same robotic mechanisms that destroyed the Death Star might be responsible, but that has not been confirmed."
Antilles hesitated a moment as he recieved some new information in his ear.
"The Press Conference will take place at the Imperial Rotunda in three hours, and will be hosted by Deputy Regent Gilad Paelleon. We now return you to your regular programming, this has been a special report, from GNN News."
"The goal of war is not to die for your country, it's to make the other bastard die for his." General George S. Patton


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The new cast ended brining back the normal programming and galactic advertisements that would have been playing. The galaxy was full of brilliantly scripted holoplays and absolute drivel that passed for mid day entertainment. However it was one particular advert that day that seemed to be playing more than any other. No doubt at quite the cost.
The scene opened up to show a sun rise on a distant world. The new light almost washing out the picture before passing quickly. As the light passed you could begin to make out the lines of heavy mining equipment and soon the scene cleared to give you a view of the many workers busying themselves with their tasks and presenting big smiles. It was obvious that these roughnecks were well looked after. Then the scene changed to that of space where a miner in a space suit had jumped into a spiral from one walk way to a higher one. Again a big smile on his face. Then came the voice over as the scene turned to the many gleaming facilities that catered to the happy crews.
“Tired of your life? Do you seek adventure? Do you want to pioneer a new frontier? Do you want a high paying job with incentives such as overtime pay and medical? Do you want to work for a company that can offer you stability in an uncertain galaxy? Then Xencon is the company for you. Call Xencon sentient resources located on the holonet today.”
The screen fades to black momentarily before another add began it spiel designed to capture their audiences attention.
The scene opened up to show a sun rise on a distant world. The new light almost washing out the picture before passing quickly. As the light passed you could begin to make out the lines of heavy mining equipment and soon the scene cleared to give you a view of the many workers busying themselves with their tasks and presenting big smiles. It was obvious that these roughnecks were well looked after. Then the scene changed to that of space where a miner in a space suit had jumped into a spiral from one walk way to a higher one. Again a big smile on his face. Then came the voice over as the scene turned to the many gleaming facilities that catered to the happy crews.
“Tired of your life? Do you seek adventure? Do you want to pioneer a new frontier? Do you want a high paying job with incentives such as overtime pay and medical? Do you want to work for a company that can offer you stability in an uncertain galaxy? Then Xencon is the company for you. Call Xencon sentient resources located on the holonet today.”
The screen fades to black momentarily before another add began it spiel designed to capture their audiences attention.
I can feel you in the dark, so full of fear, so close to tears. Don't worry it will be over soon, for I am comming for you...
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OOC the aformentioned Press Conference.
The picture faded to Boris Antilles once more. "My name is Boris Antilles with this GNN special report. We go live to the Imperial Rotunda where Moff Tunis is addressing the media."
It was a typical sunny day on the weather controlled planet of Coruscant. A retinue of Imperial officials had gathered on the dais, with the Moff currently at the mic. Moff Tunis had been put in charge of dealing with the ever powerful galactic media.
"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. Grand Admiral Thrawn won't be joining us, as he is busy dealing with the recent events. Admiral Gilad Paelleon will read a prepared statement, and there will be no questions at this time. I present Admiral Gilad Paelleon.
Tunis stepped away and Paelleon forward. The Admiral was slightly overweight but still stood tall and proud in his officers garb. He had a trimmed mustache and perfectly coiffed hair.
"People of Coruscant, the Empire, and the entire known galaxy. I suggest you take heed of what it is I am about to say for it effects all of you. A new threat is upon us. A species known as the Xen'Chi have revealed themselves from the unknown regions and have entered the known galaxies in Imperial space. Their threat is not to be underestimated. However, Grand Admiral Thrawn was not caught unaware by their attack and has been preparing for this battle. He is familiar with their species and tactics. However, to assume their invasion corridor will be limited to the Galactic Empire would be shortsighted. I advise all governments, galactic and planetary to prepare themselves for this threat. I will not detail the military details of the engagements going on in Imperial space, as per policy. Thank you."
Moff Tunis returned to the mic. "We will be disseminating confirmed information about the Xen Chi. This is what is known, I cannot stress enough that you should not trust any rumors innuendo that may appear not given by us. Thank you."
Boris Antilles' image returned to the screen, and he continued. "The identity of the enemy has been revealed to be a species known as the Xen'Chi. They are not spoken of in the Galactic library. We will continue to follow this breaking story throughout the day and give you information as it becomes available.
Paelleon turned and walked off the stage.
The picture faded to Boris Antilles once more. "My name is Boris Antilles with this GNN special report. We go live to the Imperial Rotunda where Moff Tunis is addressing the media."
It was a typical sunny day on the weather controlled planet of Coruscant. A retinue of Imperial officials had gathered on the dais, with the Moff currently at the mic. Moff Tunis had been put in charge of dealing with the ever powerful galactic media.
"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. Grand Admiral Thrawn won't be joining us, as he is busy dealing with the recent events. Admiral Gilad Paelleon will read a prepared statement, and there will be no questions at this time. I present Admiral Gilad Paelleon.
Tunis stepped away and Paelleon forward. The Admiral was slightly overweight but still stood tall and proud in his officers garb. He had a trimmed mustache and perfectly coiffed hair.
"People of Coruscant, the Empire, and the entire known galaxy. I suggest you take heed of what it is I am about to say for it effects all of you. A new threat is upon us. A species known as the Xen'Chi have revealed themselves from the unknown regions and have entered the known galaxies in Imperial space. Their threat is not to be underestimated. However, Grand Admiral Thrawn was not caught unaware by their attack and has been preparing for this battle. He is familiar with their species and tactics. However, to assume their invasion corridor will be limited to the Galactic Empire would be shortsighted. I advise all governments, galactic and planetary to prepare themselves for this threat. I will not detail the military details of the engagements going on in Imperial space, as per policy. Thank you."
Moff Tunis returned to the mic. "We will be disseminating confirmed information about the Xen Chi. This is what is known, I cannot stress enough that you should not trust any rumors innuendo that may appear not given by us. Thank you."
Boris Antilles' image returned to the screen, and he continued. "The identity of the enemy has been revealed to be a species known as the Xen'Chi. They are not spoken of in the Galactic library. We will continue to follow this breaking story throughout the day and give you information as it becomes available.
Paelleon turned and walked off the stage.
"The goal of war is not to die for your country, it's to make the other bastard die for his." General George S. Patton


Man of Many Faces
ooc and so we continue!!
IC
The picture from the holo-ball matchy quickly faded to the black and silver logo emblazoned on the Imperial Center on Coruscant. Very quickly that faded to reveal a news anchor, Boris Antilles, sitting behind his desk. Behind him glittered a large holographic map of the galaxy.
"I am Boris Antilles with this Galactic News Network special report. We join you this evening live from the Imperial Center with dire news. Trusted sources from deep within the Imperial navy have told GNN of two great defeats. It appears as though the bacta rich world of Thyferra has been taken by the Xen Chi, with only minimal amounts of the substance being taken from the great stores before the Imperial fleet was destroyed. This impending shortage will not only hamper the war-effort but even the most basic medical needs provided at hospitals and other medical centers. We will continue reporting on this story as it develops."
"Our second report focuses around the Yag'dhul system, held by the Wild Star COnfederacy for some time, has also been taken by the Xen Chi. Communications to all systems in the Inner Rim and below has been lost. Attempts at contacting our affiliates or anyone else below the system have met with no success. We have no news the system was actually taken but an emergency signal was sent from the system shortly before it went down - and it has not been working for nearly six hours. This has made vulnerbale the entire civilian and military communication network. We expect an official comment from the IMperial Navy within the hour... more as it develops."
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The picture from the holo-ball matchy quickly faded to the black and silver logo emblazoned on the Imperial Center on Coruscant. Very quickly that faded to reveal a news anchor, Boris Antilles, sitting behind his desk. Behind him glittered a large holographic map of the galaxy.
"I am Boris Antilles with this Galactic News Network special report. We join you this evening live from the Imperial Center with dire news. Trusted sources from deep within the Imperial navy have told GNN of two great defeats. It appears as though the bacta rich world of Thyferra has been taken by the Xen Chi, with only minimal amounts of the substance being taken from the great stores before the Imperial fleet was destroyed. This impending shortage will not only hamper the war-effort but even the most basic medical needs provided at hospitals and other medical centers. We will continue reporting on this story as it develops."
"Our second report focuses around the Yag'dhul system, held by the Wild Star COnfederacy for some time, has also been taken by the Xen Chi. Communications to all systems in the Inner Rim and below has been lost. Attempts at contacting our affiliates or anyone else below the system have met with no success. We have no news the system was actually taken but an emergency signal was sent from the system shortly before it went down - and it has not been working for nearly six hours. This has made vulnerbale the entire civilian and military communication network. We expect an official comment from the IMperial Navy within the hour... more as it develops."
"The goal of war is not to die for your country, it's to make the other bastard die for his." General George S. Patton


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Breaking News from inside Wild Star Confederacy Territory
Sitting at a black desk the lighting low, flickering on and off the image of a formally dressed man appears on the camera. His face shows the stress of the past several months and on the desk sits his credentials, for whatever they are worth in a time like this. Taking in a breath the man, no older then thirty with blonde hair that shows a sign of military cut but has obviously been neglected for a few weeks. "Hello, my name is Preston Whynn I am what you used to call the ambassador of the Wild Star Confederacy. Today you see me simply as someone informing you as to what has happened in these past chaotic months for us all."
Looking down at a datapad he hits a button obviously uncaring that it shows a lack of news etiquette, or in this case him simply not caring. "Most of the galaxy may not care what's happened to the Confederacy, I could tell by the difficulty of even getting a carrier wave out that even an outside Net company wouldn't even help us broadcast that they didn’t' think this would go well, count one favor used."
Sucking on a cigarette that he was holding in his right hand he taps the datapad again. "The Confederacy has always been quiet; in fact I guess you could say secretive. We have had our reasons, good ones in fact that only one dead man outside this government knows."
Taking another drag off the cigarette the man looked into the camera. "So, you are probably wondering why I'm rambling on, well here ya go. The Confederacy has been decimated by the Xen'Chi on our front toward the Outer Rim. We lost our shipyards at Yag'dhul, Ralas and three other worlds before we even knew what hit us. Damn Xen'Chi hit us in three different points at once, at once. You all probably know how we felt, who the hell knew something like this existed?"
"Then came the biggest hit of all," he said taking another drag. "They took down one of our Nemesis carriers like it was a corvette and over half its fleet. We survived that fight, barely, and limped our asses home. Welcome to the frakin' war was obviously the message they wanted to send. We got it."
“The HyperNet crashed all around us and from what I guess, around the galaxy, leaving us cut off from any source of communication. The fleet that struck us at various points laid siege to several of our planets in attempting to land craft to be repelled by the planetary defenses we had along with whatever fleet we could muster to the system at the time. I do not envy the galaxy if this is the damage a single Xen’Chi fleet can do. Force be with you if you believe in that, if not, I hope whatever you believe in gives you comfort at this time.”
Taking another drag off the cigarette Preston looked directly into the camera. “To those of you in control of the New Republic, Empire and other forces involved in this war I have a specific message. In roughly one hour a Xen’Chi fleet will severe the connection from Yag’Dhul to a system sitting near the Corellian Run. We know only that they left roughly one day ago from the Yag’Dhul system.”
Taking his last drag on the cancer stick Preston looked to the monitor as someone was heard verbally off screen. “A Xen’Chi fleet has arrived at our capital system and is moving to engage our defenses so this message will be cut short. There is more information attached to this transmission, the encryption shouldn’t be too hard to crack for you military geniuses. Force be with you all, Preston Whynn out.”
The transmission ended seconds after Preston spoke his last words and he looked off screen to the knot of people watching the transmission, fhree of them were powerful men within the Confederate military. “You think they’ll buy it?”
Shrugging Ethan Griman ran his fingers over the still healing scar that ran jaggedly from above his right eye down to just above his chin snaking its way through the eye, sinus area and lips on its way there. Ethan had opted to having the scar left there but having the rest healed, it made for an interested impression. “I don’t think it will matter whether they do or not. Our goal is simply misdirection to anyone besides the Republic and Empire am I right Admiral?”
“You would be correct Ethan,” the blue skinned, fatigue clad Chiss Admiral said, “the arrival of my fleet to your capital would raise many flags given their unknown nature to this part of the galaxy. You have seen our craft, we fly one of yours in our fighter corps but it is imperative we remain a secret to the rest of the galaxy until the correct moment.”
“Then let’s hope they bought it.” Ethan said, “well done Preston. Get some sleep before we plan our adventure into the den of the enemy.”
OOC: Ball is now in your court Corsos. If you have questions I'll answer them as best I can without killing the plot on the OOC thread.
Breaking News from inside Wild Star Confederacy Territory
Sitting at a black desk the lighting low, flickering on and off the image of a formally dressed man appears on the camera. His face shows the stress of the past several months and on the desk sits his credentials, for whatever they are worth in a time like this. Taking in a breath the man, no older then thirty with blonde hair that shows a sign of military cut but has obviously been neglected for a few weeks. "Hello, my name is Preston Whynn I am what you used to call the ambassador of the Wild Star Confederacy. Today you see me simply as someone informing you as to what has happened in these past chaotic months for us all."
Looking down at a datapad he hits a button obviously uncaring that it shows a lack of news etiquette, or in this case him simply not caring. "Most of the galaxy may not care what's happened to the Confederacy, I could tell by the difficulty of even getting a carrier wave out that even an outside Net company wouldn't even help us broadcast that they didn’t' think this would go well, count one favor used."
Sucking on a cigarette that he was holding in his right hand he taps the datapad again. "The Confederacy has always been quiet; in fact I guess you could say secretive. We have had our reasons, good ones in fact that only one dead man outside this government knows."
Taking another drag off the cigarette the man looked into the camera. "So, you are probably wondering why I'm rambling on, well here ya go. The Confederacy has been decimated by the Xen'Chi on our front toward the Outer Rim. We lost our shipyards at Yag'dhul, Ralas and three other worlds before we even knew what hit us. Damn Xen'Chi hit us in three different points at once, at once. You all probably know how we felt, who the hell knew something like this existed?"
"Then came the biggest hit of all," he said taking another drag. "They took down one of our Nemesis carriers like it was a corvette and over half its fleet. We survived that fight, barely, and limped our asses home. Welcome to the frakin' war was obviously the message they wanted to send. We got it."
“The HyperNet crashed all around us and from what I guess, around the galaxy, leaving us cut off from any source of communication. The fleet that struck us at various points laid siege to several of our planets in attempting to land craft to be repelled by the planetary defenses we had along with whatever fleet we could muster to the system at the time. I do not envy the galaxy if this is the damage a single Xen’Chi fleet can do. Force be with you if you believe in that, if not, I hope whatever you believe in gives you comfort at this time.”
Taking another drag off the cigarette Preston looked directly into the camera. “To those of you in control of the New Republic, Empire and other forces involved in this war I have a specific message. In roughly one hour a Xen’Chi fleet will severe the connection from Yag’Dhul to a system sitting near the Corellian Run. We know only that they left roughly one day ago from the Yag’Dhul system.”
Taking his last drag on the cancer stick Preston looked to the monitor as someone was heard verbally off screen. “A Xen’Chi fleet has arrived at our capital system and is moving to engage our defenses so this message will be cut short. There is more information attached to this transmission, the encryption shouldn’t be too hard to crack for you military geniuses. Force be with you all, Preston Whynn out.”
The transmission ended seconds after Preston spoke his last words and he looked off screen to the knot of people watching the transmission, fhree of them were powerful men within the Confederate military. “You think they’ll buy it?”
Shrugging Ethan Griman ran his fingers over the still healing scar that ran jaggedly from above his right eye down to just above his chin snaking its way through the eye, sinus area and lips on its way there. Ethan had opted to having the scar left there but having the rest healed, it made for an interested impression. “I don’t think it will matter whether they do or not. Our goal is simply misdirection to anyone besides the Republic and Empire am I right Admiral?”
“You would be correct Ethan,” the blue skinned, fatigue clad Chiss Admiral said, “the arrival of my fleet to your capital would raise many flags given their unknown nature to this part of the galaxy. You have seen our craft, we fly one of yours in our fighter corps but it is imperative we remain a secret to the rest of the galaxy until the correct moment.”
“Then let’s hope they bought it.” Ethan said, “well done Preston. Get some sleep before we plan our adventure into the den of the enemy.”
OOC: Ball is now in your court Corsos. If you have questions I'll answer them as best I can without killing the plot on the OOC thread.
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THIS REPORT JUST IN!
An attractive human woman occupied the holoprojectors of a hundred billion homes.
"We apologize for interrupting your regularly scheduled programming, for this message:
Xen'Chi forces are purported to have engaged the Galactic Empire at the capital. Reports from fleeing civilians and media personnel have confirmed that Coruscant's garrison was severely outnumbered.
A single unidentified warship was seen as approaching the battle. Upon entering a two point two million kilometer proximity to the warring forces, it drew to a halt and, as eye witnesses report, precipitated by its presence alone the destruction of the Xen'Chi flagvessel. Information is still inconclusive, but reports indicate that no weapons were fired.
Shortly thereafter, a full communication and sensor blackout enveloped the entire Coruscant system, and still persists. We have no reports on the ongoing battle.
For the Galactic News Network, I'm Anisha Karn."
An attractive human woman occupied the holoprojectors of a hundred billion homes.
"We apologize for interrupting your regularly scheduled programming, for this message:
Xen'Chi forces are purported to have engaged the Galactic Empire at the capital. Reports from fleeing civilians and media personnel have confirmed that Coruscant's garrison was severely outnumbered.
A single unidentified warship was seen as approaching the battle. Upon entering a two point two million kilometer proximity to the warring forces, it drew to a halt and, as eye witnesses report, precipitated by its presence alone the destruction of the Xen'Chi flagvessel. Information is still inconclusive, but reports indicate that no weapons were fired.
Shortly thereafter, a full communication and sensor blackout enveloped the entire Coruscant system, and still persists. We have no reports on the ongoing battle.
For the Galactic News Network, I'm Anisha Karn."
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The sound dissapears
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Cut to the gloomy half-dead man
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It grows louder, more rythmic.
The voiceover begins.
"Hangover? Too much juma, not enough juice?"
The noise is relentless now, almost constant, a deep pulsing.
***A picture of a half-awake man, unshaven, eyes bloodshot, skin a pallid yellow, flashes on the screen, going to black just as he screams and shuts his eyes.***
"Don't let it happen to you!"
The sound dissapears
***The picture returns, this time of a fresh-faced blonde woman, with beautiful green eyes and a glowing complexion. Her skin is large and her mouth, lined with glossy shine, is somehow suggestive***
"I feel wonderful!" She exclaims. "I took a G3 hangover preventer last night while drinking!"
Cut to the gloomy half-dead man
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"I should have remembered my G3!" The man says, and begins weeping bitterly.
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Pattern Interruption
Graphics blast across the screen in one of the oldest tricks of mind-manipulation. Pattern interruption. Show 'em something confusing, like a giant, three-dimensional logo for "GNN" and triumphant orchestral fanfare, and their minds will be thrown off, grasping for straws.
Your next message will be that straw.
"Important news from Sardis Station!" A serious, grave-voiced man says. He seems to be the guy who makes previews for holovids. The camera zooms over an expansive studio, falling on a ridiculously attractive woman.
The wan woman behind the desk seems more artificial than a droid as she plasters on a grin that looks like someone paid bad credit for it.
"Breaking news from our sponsors!" She cheerfully announces. It is the same voice she uses when announcing "there were no survivors."
"Sardis Station will be the site of this years' Galactic Drinking Competition and Pub Quiz, sponsored by the Galactic Guide Publishing Corporation!" She says. It is the same voice she uses to refuse her boyfriend sex.
"Anyone may attend, and anyone who pays the entrance fees may participate! The ante for this years drinking tournament is ten thousand credits. The winner - the last sentient standing - will recieve one hundred thousand credits and a full half of the poolled entry fees. Last year, the contest was won by Garrett G. Granth the IV, who won two hundred thousand credits." The anchoress emits a singular almost imperceptible pause at the mention of the man who... no, there's no time. She goes on with her new life.
"Additionally, Galactic Guide Publishing Corporation will put up fifty thousand credits for the Galactic Pub Quiz Trivia game! The ante is five thousand credits, and again, the winner will win half of the entry fees and the entire fifty thousand credits! Teams of up to three sentients may participate!"
"Winner will win?" She thinks - who is writing this garbage on the teleprompter?
Further rules and regulations may be found here courtesy of GNN and Galactic Guide!
Remember, the Galactic Guide! Don't leave your home system without it!
The screen fades out and eventually scantily-clad twilek females start slapping one another in the next advert, for the Galactic Guide itself.
Your next message will be that straw.
"Important news from Sardis Station!" A serious, grave-voiced man says. He seems to be the guy who makes previews for holovids. The camera zooms over an expansive studio, falling on a ridiculously attractive woman.
The wan woman behind the desk seems more artificial than a droid as she plasters on a grin that looks like someone paid bad credit for it.
"Breaking news from our sponsors!" She cheerfully announces. It is the same voice she uses when announcing "there were no survivors."
"Sardis Station will be the site of this years' Galactic Drinking Competition and Pub Quiz, sponsored by the Galactic Guide Publishing Corporation!" She says. It is the same voice she uses to refuse her boyfriend sex.
"Anyone may attend, and anyone who pays the entrance fees may participate! The ante for this years drinking tournament is ten thousand credits. The winner - the last sentient standing - will recieve one hundred thousand credits and a full half of the poolled entry fees. Last year, the contest was won by Garrett G. Granth the IV, who won two hundred thousand credits." The anchoress emits a singular almost imperceptible pause at the mention of the man who... no, there's no time. She goes on with her new life.
"Additionally, Galactic Guide Publishing Corporation will put up fifty thousand credits for the Galactic Pub Quiz Trivia game! The ante is five thousand credits, and again, the winner will win half of the entry fees and the entire fifty thousand credits! Teams of up to three sentients may participate!"
"Winner will win?" She thinks - who is writing this garbage on the teleprompter?
Further rules and regulations may be found here courtesy of GNN and Galactic Guide!
Remember, the Galactic Guide! Don't leave your home system without it!
The screen fades out and eventually scantily-clad twilek females start slapping one another in the next advert, for the Galactic Guide itself.
Man of Many Faces
War Update
A gray clad Naval liason officer stood in front of a holographic map.
"Good evening. The Great Imperial Navy brings glorious news from the battlefront. Our great fleets have retaken the planets of Pantolomin, Svivren and Chawza and are swiftly moving towards the remaining Core Worlds under the control of our cowardly enemy."
The mpa behind him shifted showing more worlds in the hands of the Empire.
"Unfortunately, our savage enemies have left these worlds ravaged and stripped of many of the basic amenities of life. We call upon the loyal citizens of the Empire to open their hearts, and credit purses and give to the cause of caring for the suffereing populaces of these planets. Please see your local military liason center for details."
"Good evening. The Great Imperial Navy brings glorious news from the battlefront. Our great fleets have retaken the planets of Pantolomin, Svivren and Chawza and are swiftly moving towards the remaining Core Worlds under the control of our cowardly enemy."
The mpa behind him shifted showing more worlds in the hands of the Empire.
"Unfortunately, our savage enemies have left these worlds ravaged and stripped of many of the basic amenities of life. We call upon the loyal citizens of the Empire to open their hearts, and credit purses and give to the cause of caring for the suffereing populaces of these planets. Please see your local military liason center for details."
"The goal of war is not to die for your country, it's to make the other bastard die for his." General George S. Patton


Man of Many Faces
The gray and black Imperial logo slowly solidified on the holonet, blocking out of the holodrama that had been entertaining half the galaxy. A very somber woman in a gray suit sat behind a desk, black hair cropped short around her face.
"We interrupt your scheduled programming with news from across the galaxy." The picture flashed to images of chaos, flashing from one location to the next. Fire, smoke and wreckage to go along with stampeding populations was common place. She spoke over the images. "A series of explosions have erupted on multiple systems across Imperial space. Confirmed incidents on Coruscant, Anaxes, Ralltiir, and Chandrila. Casualties at this time are in the thousands, and there is speculation that those responsible for the attacks are collaborators with the Xen Chi. Unfortunately we have very little information at this point, but we will pass it on to you, as soon as it comes in... Once again..."
"We interrupt your scheduled programming with news from across the galaxy." The picture flashed to images of chaos, flashing from one location to the next. Fire, smoke and wreckage to go along with stampeding populations was common place. She spoke over the images. "A series of explosions have erupted on multiple systems across Imperial space. Confirmed incidents on Coruscant, Anaxes, Ralltiir, and Chandrila. Casualties at this time are in the thousands, and there is speculation that those responsible for the attacks are collaborators with the Xen Chi. Unfortunately we have very little information at this point, but we will pass it on to you, as soon as it comes in... Once again..."
"The goal of war is not to die for your country, it's to make the other bastard die for his." General George S. Patton


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