Holographic camera footage would flicker and then come into focus in an alleyway, outside of an old business known as Siverra. Whatever was going on in that particular moment, was unknown yet there seemed to be some form of argument erupting from a Sullustan like figure and a BB-8 ball droid, completely black with a silver like chrome touch. The audio starts distorted yet it comes into focus just as the Sullustan leaned down and propped up a datapad to record them both, pointing a finger directly at the ball droid in question.
"Peace is a Lie, there is only Passion. Through Passion I gain Strength. Through Strength, I gain Power. Through Power, I gain Victory. Through Victory, I break my Chains. The Force shall free me. Probably did not see that one coming huh? A person whose government denies the thought of the Dark Side of the Force. A Facist Government thats mission is to eradicate the Dark Side...to burn it out. Well let me say this...it is so wrong on multiple levels, it is no longer funny."
The Sullustan got up as datapad was arched a bit before kneeling back over to ensure every part of the conversation was recorded. Turning as its dull green eyes were staring dead into the receptor, the face of the Sullustan appeared to have some emotion, annoyance and possibly aggravation. Judging from the voice and conversation, he was speaking from the chest and the heart, letting out everything without a filter involved.
"Let me start this by saying that the entire Imperium made me forgo that code. For a very long time, that was all I believed in...peace being a lie. Every Jedi I met, attempted to either kill me or was one that refused to see anything but themselves, an absolute or those of a Grey Jedi which are not a Jedi...just someone undecided."
"Yet in all my years living, I never met a Jedi like the Imperiums until a month ago. Not only that, one who would sit and listen to what I have to say. At any point, they could have drawn their blade, at any moment, they could have used the Being a Jedi card to justify any action. Instead, I did not see that occur, not did they strike me down when they had even the best chances on their side. Me laying, burnt half to a crisp and telling what I have done."
"Yet...they did not. They took the time to understand what I myself have been through. Loss, suffering, broken thoughts that all Jedi were the ones that was wrong in this Galaxy. They refused to let my judgement upon myself stand, to be thought as unredeemable. Instead, they showed me the Light and spoke that all men and women have a chance to be something more. Instead of granting me Death I so wished...they gave me hope in my own Life."
"My own experience with them is different from where I used to hail from I had to carry a citizenship card, was a Class C citizen alien where I had almost no rights with Humans having the most of their privileges. It is not that way within the Imperium, I am equal. Where I hailed, parades of their Emperor would go all along the streets with public executions to keep people in line! Not in the Imperium, no parade for one man, an entire nation's banner is hailed, given the right treatment with everyone that can voice if they like their government or not, without repercussions!"
"I used to hide what I believed in, the worship of my ancestors. Having it kept in a small box, pictures of my loved ones long gone and those caught, would have theirs burned and whipped in public. Not in the Imperium, their religion while what they believe is their model, still holds right to all those who wish to practice what they believe in, save for the Dark Side. I can worship those I lost in peace, no longer in fear."
"Is it led my one leader? Yes, the man who gave my life a second chance, Cedric Grayson, a man I deeply respect. I do not see him as a dictator, abusing his power but of a man who must do what is right. Many Jedi Masters in the past had to do things most others would find unpleasant...sometimes an entire order goes extinct and one must become their own Master. Perhaps the government becomes so corrupt, those of the Jedi must step in to restore order till the people are ready to hold it again. Or the worst case...there is no choice but to rise up among the Galaxies most terrifying for to date."
"All the Jedi I seen rushes into Danger, ready to fight. That is not a Jedi, for the moment they take out their lightsaber, they forgo all notions for peace after that moment. They failed themselves as a Jedi when a peaceful solution is present and why I see most of them as not a Jedi. Grayson is a Jedi...and the other Jedi follow that to a certain point, but no one like Grayson. Is he perfect? No one is and I am far from perfect myself."
"He leads because the Galaxy faces a threat unlike any we seen in hundreds of years...and I know when a war is starting to form. If not him, would you rather have warlords fight and kill more people? I kept myself out of conflict for a long time and I see now that some day, we may no longer have that option. It is time to prepare for the worst case scenario, much as no one wants to see it. So to Mishel Kryze from a very old man...start opening your eyes to the events around you and learn what is buried to find the truth. Thank you for your time, I will look elsewhere or buy my materials from someone else."
The Sullustan would ling back up and place the datapad back into his tattered robes, tying them back together as the droid went to record the fingerprint scan he had given earlier. With a simple gesture from the Sullustan with his left hand, it made a rattling noise as it revealed a mechanical hand, meaning it was a synthetic print. Taking a few steps away from the store, the Sullustan walked around towards one of the nearby bars as the camera got a bit closer from afar. The Sullustan would notice the person holding up the camera as the person on the other side spoke, a grunt like voice as it seemed to be of a young voice.
"Say hello to the Holonet! This is Life on Streets of Searatter!"
"Well then...hello Holonet. What you doing out so late?"
"Journalists do not sleep! Now, I have some questions!"
The expression given on the Sullustan was not one of malice or hatred, but of curiosity. Moving both of his hands together, he looked down a bit closer towards the camera as he kneeled over as the voice started to speak some more in Basic. With each question, the Sullustan smiled a bit more and had a bit more red in the cheeks of embarrassment. Being interviewed by someone young, that probably was about to make the Sullustan look rather foolish.
"After that tremendous argument with the droid, who do you think won?!"
"I say the droid, I wore myself out first."
"I would say! Do you honestly believe the Ashlan Imperium is a force of good?"
"I say they are, if not...I would not be here."
"What about what the Alliance says? They say you are made of pure evil!"
"The only evil we have, is sometimes a good man must do bad things."
"What do you think of the Alliance then?"
There was a bit of though as the Sullustan looked to the side. Gently gripping the sides of his chin, he glanced back towards the camera lens as it fluttered for a brief moment. Giving a long sigh, the Sullustan gave his answer as he stared right through it and gave an honest answer.
"I just hope...they find their way. The Galaxy has enough darkness to deal with, what with the Sith and the Bryn'adul...sometimes a bit of peace is all we need."
"That...that is odd for a supposed evil person to say!"
"Oh I am not evil!...just old. I need to get going, can I-"
"Wait wait! Can you call me off? My Life on Streets of Searatter!"
Looking a bit surprised at this, the Sullustans eyes seem to light up with a bit more of an emerald color. Without missing a beat, he leaned a bit more forward till his face was mostly in the cameras frame as he spoke out loud, giving a horribly accented voice that came from a Nolan Nond holo-movie with that grit of a holo-western. There was a smile on the face, a goofy grin as he looked more alive in that moment than any other, in an act of kindness.
"This is the Shaman, the Cranky Old Man, the Puzzle Piece of the Stars! This is Sesara of the Ashlan Imperium, signing off on Life on Streets of Searatter! See you all next time and may Ashla, guide your way!"
With that, the camera then cuts out with a loud CLICKING noise. The registered piece of holo-footage dates forty-five years ago, in the year date of eight hundred and sixty. The Galaxy has indeed changed over the past forty-five years. Governments had risen, some have fallen...some things remained the same, others have not. Perhaps a lesson to be found in just a short recording so long ago?
