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On Coruscant, there is no news program leading off with its headliner during early evening primetime…

A System-Wide Emergency Alert System alert blares on all holovisions and across most major holosites being accessed on local networks.

Planetary Alert

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Another alert follows after the Planetary alert and both cycle in a loop.



EMERGENCY ALERT

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HOSTILE INVASION WARNING FROM SYSTEM EMERGENCY MANAGEMENT AGENCY

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URGENT MESSAGE FROM YOUR LOCAL CIVIL AUTHORITIES

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PLEASE LISTEN AND FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS

“This is Defense Ministry Director for Public Information Lesin Dux. We are currently under attack by the fleet of the Eternal Empire. All citizens are to report to designated police and military checkpoints for escort into fortified shelters in your local sectors in Galactic City. Please do not attempt to save personal belongings, and make it a priority to help the disabled, infirm, and other less capable citizens get to the shelters. The Republic is depending on YOU to cooperate with civil authorities. May the Force be with us all.”

Meanwhile, social media on the Holonet is abuzz in the shelters, though fewer messages get out as time goes on while Holonet hubs and network connections are destroyed and severed by the severe orbital bombardment by the Eternal Fleet.

“Just got inside the shelter safely. Are you safe, Hali?”

“What’s going on? Why are they attacking us when we signed the treaty?!”

“this is an afront to diplomcy, Zakuul should pay 4 this!”

“i can’t get to a shelter someone help”

“A ship just destroyed the grocery store I go to in the Old Galactic Market (½)”

“how will I buy food now???? (2/2)”

“Why isn’t our fleet protecting us?”

“my home is gone…”

“by the force where are you Maxo? i can’t find you!!!!”

As the day passes into dusk, there seems no hope of stopping the assault, but suddenly the Eternal Fleet ships stop firing and turn back, departing from the system. First responders flood into the streets and reconstruction crews diligently begin to clear debris and rubble.

Citizens remain in their shelters for the day until first responders and other civil officials deem it safe to return, but the property damage and the casualty counts are high indeed...

A transmission is received from Zakuul across holofrequencies across the galaxy, declaring the Outlander as the one sitting in the Eternal Throne and the apparent successor to Vaylin. Whether the rule of the Outlander in the Throne will be benevolent or malicious, analysts spend time speculating, but it is clear that the Eternal Fleet has stopped its rampage and the galaxy can rest for a time, as the Outlander and the heads of state for both Empire and Republic have agreed that there is no longer any suzerainty or tribute between them.

A mainstream news program originating from Coruscant is in the middle of a low-rated show during the late hours of the Coruscanti night…

 

“... and what do Loth-cats eat, Jackie?”

 

“Well, Becky, they eat Loth-rats! Besides being super adorable, they also keep pests away.”

 

“That’s great, Jackie. In just a moment, we’ll have some adorable Loth-cat videos for our viewers, which you can find more of on our holonet site at-”

 

Becky puts two of her fingers to her earpiece and listens to something inaudible.

 

“This just in, we’ve got reports of a battle in Wild Space… over to you, Chaz.”

 

Chaz, a formally dressed Mirialan, pulls up a hologram of several thousands of Eternal Fleet ships blockading a planet. The news feed at the bottom of the news program’s transmission starts showing additional information about the time of the beginning of the battle and other details in a continuing loop.

 

“Now this is the entire Eternal Fleet bearing down on what we now know as Odessen. We’re calling it the ‘Assault on Odessen’, and it is an assault. It is clearly a full invasion force by Empress Vaylin, and she is out for blood. We already have reports from Alliance members circulating out of the front lines and posting on the Holonet that Vaylin has sent full squads of walkers, Skytroopers, Zakuul knights, and regular ground forces to wipe out the Alliance, but the Alliance is putting up fierce resistance.”

 

Several images and clips of intense fighting on Odessen are shown in the background over Chaz’s left shoulder.

“Continuing our most recent coverage of the Assault on Odessen, I’m joined now by foreign policy expert Gram Rethir. Mister Rethir, can you tell us about what the implications of this battle are for the galaxy?”

 

Gram Rethir, a green middle-aged male twi’lek wearing a formal suit and coiled lekku around his neck, clears his throat and begins to speak with a slight Rylothian accent.

 

“First of all, thank you for inviting me back to the program, Chaz.”

 

“You’re very welcome.”

 

“Now, what we have to keep in mind is that a lot has been happening. The Battle of Voss was Empress Vaylin’s first attempt to crack down on the Alliance, but as we’ve seen, the outcome of the battle was not favorable for her. She still attempted to pull a public relations stunt - the, ah, the ‘Grand Festival of Empress Vaylin’ as it was officially called, but as we saw not too long ago, it was a complete, unmitigated disaster.”

 

Chaz suddenly interjects with a question.

 

“But what about the current battle? What does this particular battle mean for the galaxy?”

 

Rethir clears his throat.

 

“Ahem, I was, uh, I was getting to that. The Empress is putting direct pressure on the Alliance. Before this attack, the invasion of Voss was just a stunt to show she meant business and to draw out the Alliance from their fortified base on Odessen. Since that failed, my inference is that after the attack, she consolidated her forces and decided to strike directly at her enemies.”

 

“Thank you Gram.”

 

“Uh-”

 

The feed suddenly cuts back to the battle above Odessen, as a lone ship departs from the surface of the planet. It engages immediately, destroying Eternal Fleet ships in droves with a powerful cannon. As the day goes on and hours pass into the night, older footage submitted by Alliance publicity officers shows the battle on the ground, mostly showcasing Alliance victories in the face of overwhelming odds.

 

In the late hours of the night, when most of the anchors have stopped narrating or making observations about the state of the battle and its implications since it has become in many areas a stalemate, energy readings near the Alliance base spike and in less than five standard minutes afterward, the entire Eternal Fleet retreats and the Zakuulan ground forces surrender by the thousands. The footage is placed in the upper left-hand corner of a newsroom, the camera showing Chaz quickly sitting down.

 

“Yes, that’s right, we are getting confirmed reports, I repeat, confirmed reports that Zakuul has retreated from the battle. It’s a rout!”

 

The anchors and talking heads start getting on the air once again to discuss the implications of the battle. Into the early morning, reports are confirmed that Empress Vaylin was killed in action, leaving the Eternal Empire’s throne vacant with no clear successor…

 

A mainstream news program originating from Coruscant leads off with its headline story during brunch hour…

The animated logo of GNN plays as the broadcast begins. The intro music plays, with the anchor speaking over the tail-end of it.

“This just in, we’ve got live coverage of the Grand Festival of Empress Vaylin on Zakuul! That’s right folks, the Empress’s media secretary has granted GNN the right to raw footage of her party at her palace on Zakuul. Our attending reporter on the ground, Jan Durling, will give us additional details. How’s the party down there, Jan? Having fun?”

A young human woman in nearly garish formal attire is shown; Zakuulan citizens and a smattering of waiters and other staff are passing by in the background.

“You betcha, Cathy! Zakuulan socialites and partygoers are everywhere. I got the chance to mingle with a few of them, and I was even able to personally give my compliments to the chef and kitchen staff for an excellent nerf steak.”

“That’s great Jan.”

The feed cuts to a holorecording from one of Zakuul’s droid holocameras.

“And here we can see Indo Zal, personal attendant to Empress Vaylin, talking to two Zakuul Knights. What do we know about Indo Zal, Jan?”

The feed returns to Jan Durling, who is talking to a rather handsome Zakuulan. She turns around suddenly, looking a little surprised and blushing as she returns her earpiece to its place.

“Oh! Uh, yes, Indo Zal. He’s the personal attendant to Empress Vaylin, and rumor has it he is not happy with her rule. We can’t confirm or deny these rumors, but some say that he’s an Alliance sympathizer. He denies these claims, though, and has stated in the past that his only desire is to throw the grandest parties in the galaxy!”

“And it seems he’s outdone himself this time, Jan.”

Without warning Vaylin approaches on her platform and is surrounded by three droid holocameras. The GNN broadcast switches rapidly from feed to feed until it settles on alternating between her hologram and raw footage from her droids.

“Zakuul! My empire! The Alliance tried to destroy me, but I ground them to dust. Now the Outlander hides in fear, as my fleet rips through the galaxy.”

“I am the wrath of the dragon’s fire. I am your eternal empress!”

Cheering from the Zakuulan citizens follows Vaylin’s posturing.

“Today we celebrate the Eternal Empire’s strength, and watch our enemies suffer. The rebels who spit on Izax… and the worm who betrayed me.”

Several prisoners, including Indo Zal, are paraded around the central pit and then pushed onto the ray shield. A mixture of fear and hatred cloud their expressions, but they put up little struggle against their Skytrooper captors.

“They deserve an eternity of torment. And no one, not even the Outlander, can save them.”

A figure strides through the crowd and speaks out loudly enough for even Vaylin to hear atop her platform. The cameras do not make out the face of the Outlander very well, nor do they capture the Outlander’s voice very accurately.

“The Alliance never abandons its own!”

Without warning, the ray shield deactivates, and the prisoners and their Skytrooper captors are dropped into the pit. Vaylin approaches the railing of her platform, placing one hand on her hip while the other hand gestures at the Outlander.

“So you’re Indo’s puppet master - or is Father controlling you both?”

The Outlander responds once more.

“You’re the only one under Valkorion’s spell. Does the public know about your conditioning?”

The GNN broadcast changes feeds to show Vaylin reaching out with her hands and using the Force to pull a decoration hanging from the palace ceiling. Before she can drop it on the Outlander, the distorted voice rings out again.

“Kneel before the dragon of Zakuul!”

Vaylin drops to her knees and screams; the huge decorations drops and shatters into several chunks in the back of the main hall.

“Smile for the cameras!”

After the Outlander’s lame one-liner, several EMP explosions rock the palace; Zakuul Knight squads acting in response are held up by the beasts released from automated captivity and some of the citizens begin to ambush the Skytroopers and take their weapons from them. Vaylin activates her yellow lightsaber and scowls.

“You can’t win, Outlander!”

“Your own people have joined the Alliance. I’d say you already lost.”

“After I kill you, I’ll mount Indo’s head on the throne room wall.”

The palace is rocked once again by more explosions, and the blaster bolts from a gunship’s cannon rip through the glass and burn the flesh of some of the panicking citizens. Zakuulan troopers enter the upper level, and a holocamera droid catches former Emperor Arcann while another shows Vaylin leaving the platform. The feeds on the GNN broadcast are switching rapidly as some of the holocamera droids are destroyed in the fighting. The Outlander and another dressed in a red and black jacket jump into the central pit just before the blast doors close over the pit.

Suddenly, the feeds show Vaylin and Arcann dueling in the roof garden. She throws a speeder at him, knocking him over. As Arcann recovers, she jumps over his body onto a speeder, which zooms away after a short moment. The dialogue between the Outlander and Arcann is lost in the sounds of battle and chaos nearby, and the two begin fighting Vaylin’s Horizon Guard. After they are defeated, Arcann and the Outlander turn to the remaining droid holocameras and start speaking, but the feed is lost for the duration of the Outlander’s speech. When it returns, it shows Eternal Fleet ships bombarding the palace, which explodes in short order.

The feeds are lost once again and the stunned anchor’s mouth is hanging open slightly.

“That… that was something. Um.”

She starts to look at her datapad, then around at the camera crew surrounding her.

“We’ll have a panel discussing the incredible turn of events today in three standard hours. Stay tuned for more information.”

The news is once again abuzz with talking heads debating and analyzing the events of Vaylin’s crashed party and the implications of the Outlander and former Emperor Arcann working together.

Alarms begin blaring suddenly all over Cadannia, and the oversized turrets on the roof of the temple spool up.

Swiftly, a dispatch of Eternal Fleet ships move in above around Cadannia, weapons bristling. Breaking from the cluster, a small strike craft drops toward the atmosphere and hails the Temple, blaring a message.

"We know you're there, Jedi. Surrender to the Eternal Empire, or be destroyed. This is your only warning."

A mainstream news program originating from Coruscant leads off with its headline story during dinner hour…

The animated logo of GNN plays as the broadcast begins. The intro music plays, with the anchor speaking over the tail-end of it.


“This just in! We’ve been given a live feed straight from Alliance Headquarters on Odessen.”


The familiar figure of former Supreme Chancellor Leontyne Saresh, a green-skinned Twi’lek dressed in a white tunic and cloak, ascends the ramp to the platform. Many Alliance members are gathered in an unruly mob in front of the platform, but uncertainty is drawn on their faces and no one makes a move; low murmuring and whispering increases as more people gather into the assembly. With a confidence and brashness typical of her term as Supreme Chancellor, Saresh strides to the podium and allows a dramatic pause before she begins to speak.



“Members of the Alliance! As many of you have already heard, your commander is dead.”

The last word is quieter than the others, and a news feed closeup of her visage shows a brief hint of uncertainty in the word’s use.

The murmuring of the Alliance assembly grows into a clamor as several members are shown with despair on their own faces. A clang sounds out off-screen, with no indication as to where it came from.


“There are dark times ahead. But fear not, I have come to offer you a beacon!”


A figure enters the crowd, which promptly parts to allow it to come forward. As Saresh sees the Outlander, the fear on her face is so pronounced that it’s almost comical seeing the rapid transition.

The former Supreme Chancellor turns and starts to run from the podium, until a blonde Sith dressed in a grey tunic draws her red lightsaber. A man with cybernetic implants wearing a red and black jacket and brown pants approaches with his blaster drawn. Saresh, cornered, turns to face the Outlander.


“I assume you know everything, then.”

The Outlander doesn’t say a word, instead opting to throw a hard punch straight to the Twi’lek’s face.

“I’ll take that as a yes. It doesn’t matter. The Alliance needs a leader like me. I saw an opportunity and I took it. I won’t apologize for that.”

The blonde Sith speaks out with contempt.

“We are well beyond apologies.”

The man with his blaster drawn speaks out as well.

“What do we do with her?”

Saresh replies with no remorse in her voice, but instead a seeming defiance.

“Execution, I expect. It’s what Vaylin would do. It’s what I would do.”

Before the Outlander has a chance to respond, the live feed cuts out. The anchor’s head reappears on the screen.

“Ohhh no. Let’s see if we can get the holo back, obviously we lost our connection. Sorry about the technical difficulties, we apologize for the inconvenience. Anyway…”

The anchor doesn’t even show a hint of genuine consternation at the loss of the live feed. Slightly covered by his podium, a small button pinned to his formal jacket says, “Saresh for Chancellor ATC 23.”

On other news channels, the media explodes with analysis and debate between talking heads over the implications of what is presumably Saresh’s ultimate deposition by the Outlander. A statement made by Supreme Chancellor Madon follows shortly thereafter, condemning the Alliance for actions against a former Supreme Chancellor and esteemed citizen of the Republic.

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