"-With Casualty numbers still being counted, it is unclear if the Defense of Yaga Minor was truly worth the cost, millions destroy-"
With a large ting of feedback and static, the Diarchy New Network programming would halt completely, slowly fading to someone in unfamiliar armor, no symbols attached or otherwise, behind him laid and open metal room. Just as the Static finally rid itself of the screen, the helmet'd figure would step to the side, a Lilaste Order Soldier taking position nearby, standing at Ease. As the Unknown figure would begin speaking through their Vo-coded Helmet in an old language, the Soldier beginning to translate..
"I am Sentinel Janius Everwall of the Iron Creed, A Vassalized Army of the Lilaste Order. I am using this Soldier next to me in order to speak to all that would watch this programming, and for your interruption, I apologize. However, this is something that is needed to be seen."
The Screen would cut to...An Appalling site, sixteen persons would be nailed by their hands and feet into crosses standing at nearly ten feet each, enough to keep whatever they held off the ground. They seemed to have been beaten, and stripped of all their equipment long before, clear bruising and light bleeding...
"Mand'alor The Iron. Or, Whomever waste of Life sits upon the throne of the Mandalorian Slaughterers. You've strung of Thousands of lives, Men, Women, and Children, over them meeting a leader of an enemy Nation. Innocent Lives, all killed in your own quest for what you believe to be 'Order and Peace'. I figure, why not give you a taste of your own treatment? What stands on this screen is sixteen Capture Mandalorian Soldiers, most surrendered before we threw them into our gunships-"
As the Speech continued, men of another unknown armor would begin to appear on screen, carrying torches and buckets of black liquid...
"-You are Cowards, Dishonorable, Child Murdering Scum on the Galaxy the Iron Creed and Angels of Meu had just been introduced to."
"Mandalorians. I hope your watching, because this is the only fate that awaits you upon capture by our forces."
With a nod from the Sentinel, the Exo-Suited men and women of the Angels of Meu would pour the Buckets of black liquid onto the prisoners. Then throw the torches, setting the Mandalorians ablaze within miliseconds. One or two cheers could be heard in an unknown language as screams began, and just as they did. The Program would cut quickly...
ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR
TRANSMISSION RESTORED
"-And that concludes the Weather Report, now onto Sports."
With a large ting of feedback and static, the Diarchy New Network programming would halt completely, slowly fading to someone in unfamiliar armor, no symbols attached or otherwise, behind him laid and open metal room. Just as the Static finally rid itself of the screen, the helmet'd figure would step to the side, a Lilaste Order Soldier taking position nearby, standing at Ease. As the Unknown figure would begin speaking through their Vo-coded Helmet in an old language, the Soldier beginning to translate..
"I am Sentinel Janius Everwall of the Iron Creed, A Vassalized Army of the Lilaste Order. I am using this Soldier next to me in order to speak to all that would watch this programming, and for your interruption, I apologize. However, this is something that is needed to be seen."
The Screen would cut to...An Appalling site, sixteen persons would be nailed by their hands and feet into crosses standing at nearly ten feet each, enough to keep whatever they held off the ground. They seemed to have been beaten, and stripped of all their equipment long before, clear bruising and light bleeding...
"Mand'alor The Iron. Or, Whomever waste of Life sits upon the throne of the Mandalorian Slaughterers. You've strung of Thousands of lives, Men, Women, and Children, over them meeting a leader of an enemy Nation. Innocent Lives, all killed in your own quest for what you believe to be 'Order and Peace'. I figure, why not give you a taste of your own treatment? What stands on this screen is sixteen Capture Mandalorian Soldiers, most surrendered before we threw them into our gunships-"
As the Speech continued, men of another unknown armor would begin to appear on screen, carrying torches and buckets of black liquid...
"-You are Cowards, Dishonorable, Child Murdering Scum on the Galaxy the Iron Creed and Angels of Meu had just been introduced to."
"Mandalorians. I hope your watching, because this is the only fate that awaits you upon capture by our forces."
With a nod from the Sentinel, the Exo-Suited men and women of the Angels of Meu would pour the Buckets of black liquid onto the prisoners. Then throw the torches, setting the Mandalorians ablaze within miliseconds. One or two cheers could be heard in an unknown language as screams began, and just as they did. The Program would cut quickly...
ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR
TRANSMISSION RESTORED
"-And that concludes the Weather Report, now onto Sports."
