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[Long Gone]

“And in other news, we have received reports that the One Sith are celebra-“ The GNN reporter would be cut off in mid-sentence and replaced with a logo of Republic, shortly after the logo would fade and images of screaming people would fill the screen. Scenes of violence and bloodshed from war torn worlds – everywhere ranging from Coruscant which had seen oppression since the occupation of the One Sith and a downward spiral in its economy, the Alderaan system and how once a prominent place within the Republic turned into a Vong wasteland - to the recent invasion of Manaan and the sinking of Ahto City and the near extinction of the Selkath race. Of course, the latest images would be from Manaan, one could not properly convey the true intent of the Sith war machine without showing the utter devastation wrought at Ahto City.

Republic Soliders would be seen fighting bravely until they were overcome by the zombie Sithspawn that were generated by the One Sith. It would depict an effort of courage and sacrifice by the Republic. It would highlight the unrelenting, slaughtering by the One Sith, a bloodlust that was merciless against even defenseless Selkath. There would be murdered women and children in the streets, One Sith walkers stomping past the view of the camera, creating massive craters in the grounds of Ahto City as they walked passed. The cameras would shift, in an attempt to show the devestation in their wake, shaking violently with each movement of the walkers themselves.

These scenes were too familiar for those who experienced everything the One Sith had to offer first hand, and their conquest across the Galaxy. Perhaps it had been too long since the entire Galaxy had seen it, now might be the right time to remind them what was waiting around the corner. The frame of the Senator or rather former Senator from Alderaan would come into view, as she gestured to the Sith Lords battling the Jedi who were defending Manaan. “The One Sith have no desire for peace. They believed they could silence me by destroying my homeworld but my resolve is stronger than that.” A Jedi was cut down after attempting to appear to surrender. “They don’t care for us, or for your homes and your livelihood.”

The scene moved to the remains of Ahto City, the floating debris and the forms of various beings on the surface –aid workers attempting to sift through the debris searching for survivors. “The One Sith claimed victory here, but at what cost?” She shook her head softly. “This is their goal, the destruction of our worlds until everything that is associated with freedom is swept away. Until you’re under the One Sith banner and the will of their Dark Lord.” She gestured to various figureheads that the Republic knew were apart of the One Sith leadership “They will not stop until you and your family are dead or slaves to their Master.”

“I call upon the Lords of the Fringe, the Omega Protectorate, the Mandalorians…” She gestured to their symbols behind them, various scenes of battle from across the Galaxy. “We have had our differences, but it’s time to put them aside. I ask that the Silver Jedi, the Levantines and others pick up arms against the One Sith, strike now – before it’s too late. We must stand united as free people of the Galaxy before they’re knocking on your sovereign territories and pulling your families into the streets and slaughtering them without mercy."

There would be no fanfare, no epic rally behind her. Just a simple message. “They will not stop until all who oppose them are destroyed…”

She would end it with a simple message. “May the Force be with us all.”

Her image would fade to another version of the Republic logo before that too would be interrupted by the frantic looking GNN Reporter who was searching around his notes for something to say. “We..uh..let’s just go ahead to commercial.”

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Selka, having been at both the First and Second Battle of Manaan as a bystander and businessperson, and having been seriously injured, along with her employees, by indiscriminate Republic attacks on both occasions -- events which had precipitated her current, though secret, allegiance -- slugged back a tumbler of Whyren's Reserve in her apartment and had a good sad laugh at the holoscreen.

 

[Darth Nephthys]

O N E S I T H S P A C E ​

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Filtered information would not reveal any of the so called holonet delivery. Like the Empire of old, instead this propaganda, the holonet within and outside of One Sith Space would spread the might of economy and organization within One Sith rule.​

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Within these territories, the civilians lived peacefully, enjoying capitalism at its finest. Several companies have seen expansive growth. Production has been at an all time high, and the inclusive nature of allowing all save that of the Jedi live peacefully within the eye of the Dark Lord has brought dozens of Fringe Force groups to find sanctuary from persecution.​

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It was a great and fantastic economical time to live within the One Sith Empire. ​

 

[The Red of Sinner]

[member="Alyesa Praxon-Organa"]

Romeo watching the news smiled. "Good job." He sat back in his chair watching this all from his studies in his room. He clapped, and laughed out loud. "M'lord?" A servant stepped in to check on him. "Is everything okay?" He nodded at her. "Yes my friend, all is fine."

 

[Veino Garn]

Somewhere on a backwater moon in the Outer Rim, a cantina fell quiet as the patrons absorbed that information. Tyria threw a glance towards Veino, or in his present guise, Vaal. He shrugged. The footage was accurate. He'd been in many of the major battles with the One Sith. Something prickled at the back of his neck. No indication of who the presence was however. He gave a short nod, and slid some credit chips across the bar. He and Tyria rose, and wound their way through the smoky room into the slums outside. The hunt was on.

 

[Placeholder 0123]

The Ge'hutuun was spooling up its hyperdrive when the message came through on Graxin's holovision.

The Reformation was, in fact, en route at that very moment to offer military aid in the forum of its armies, Jedi, and Dreadguard. Alone, nothing more than a limited buffer against Sith Invasion. Allies with the Republic, their forces would be a sizable addition.

Still, he recognized the futility of the message. The senator was asking for the exact same thing that he had left the Republic to do - gather what armies were available to stop the Sith.

That had failed due to the pride and greed of the galactic powers. A fraction of those groups might lend aid, and the Protectorate might commit to full military allegiance, but it was otherwise a failed a gesture.

An admirable one, but failed.

Still, the men and women of Ession had gathered who they could. Jedi that never would have returned to the Republic. Graug armies. Two Mandalorian clans. The Architects, and even a handful of Silver Jedi.

It certainly wasn't enough, not by a longshot, but it would hopefully satisfy the senator and her people when the Reformation arrived.

"Shlurk , before we're out of range, please inform the Republic Senate our fleet is en route to negotiate terms of a military alliance against the One Sith."

The Graug turned to look at him, raising a scaly brow, and rumbled his acknowledgement.

"Tell them the Army of Light will do what it can to help halt the Sith's advancement."





[member="Alyesa Praxon-Organa"]

 

[Feena]

"Majesty?"

Naboo's Queen and Exarch looked up from the sizable pile of work on her desk to examine the handmaiden that had just burst into her office.

"Marea?" she snapped, "What?"

She'd been in a foul mood lately. Not because of her increased work load. No. Feena thrived on a challenge. But she'd received world only days ago about her eldest daughters abduction at the hands of a Sith. Every time she thought she was doing something good for her daughters, the worst happened. In Felicity's case, it was sending her to train with her brother on Ession.
She didn't blame Graxin in the least. He could never have prevented this. If a Sith wanted the girl so badly, he would have taken her no matter where they tried to hide her. That didn't exactly make Naboo's ruler feel any less guilty. Now she was doing all she could to find her.

"Forgive me, Majesty," the young woman said with a bow, "But there is something I think you need to see."

The girl crossed the room and turned on the holo projector on the Queens desk. Feenara slowly set down her datapad, staring at the images with burning intensity until it was all over. Sith. She'd always preferred to stay out of their religious conflicts. Kept neutral. She'd worked with Sith before as well as Jedi. She'd preferred to see them as just another extreme group of religious fanatics.
Then one of them took her daughter. Then it became personal.

"Marea, dear," the Queen instructed, honey absolutely dripping from each syllable, "See if you can contact the Lord Protector, [member="Sarge Potteiger"]. I need to consult him for... advice."

"Yes, your Majesty," the young handmaiden replied, bowing before she scurried off to do as she was told.

Once her office door was closed, the Queen sighed and hid her face in her hands. Sith. Jedi. She didn't care what they believed. But this had gotten out of control. She couldn't remain neutral forever.

 

[Caulder Dune]

"You're not at all concerned about the hijacked broadcast?"
"The last groans of a dying animal, my friend." Tyrin waved dismissively. "Nothing more."

 

[Seris Vant]

Rayl exhaled a breath of smoke to join the hazy air of The Cantina. The holo screen was the brightest part of the bar, but few of the patrons paid it mind for its content. They just wanted to drink and enjoy themselves. Not worry about the state of affairs light years away. Rayl of course had to pay attention to the goings on of the Galaxy. And he caught every moment of the highjacked message for aid. He sucked in another puff off his cigar and thought about the state of affairs. It had been a very long time since the Republic had a real win. Carida in fact. He remembered it well because he was there. Ever since then it was just one defeat after another for them.

Again a mix of carcinogenic vapors was sent upwards to the celing. A sigh along with it. Rayl lowered his arm way. "I think its about time I see them again. Hardly seems like I can pass up whats coming". A fly landed on the bar top. Rayl eyed it for only a moment before burning it to death with the end of his cigar. Quick enough, but painful. And he showed no remorse for ending it. "A Sun needs his cut". The smoke was tossed into an ashtray and he made for the door.

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="The Shadow King"]

Patricia stirred in her sleep and let out a long and drawn out yawn. She wore an oversized t shirt of Romeo's and she trudged out of the bedroom her hair a complete mess. Stepping through the halls of the large palace Patricia looked for her love and eventually found him in his study. Coming up behind him she saw the report and a tear ran down her face. She was there, she was one of the lucky ones who was evacuated. She had survived and now she saw it all again, the aftermath of Manaan.

A young man named Salvador cold and dead in her arms, a republic gunner named Edwards sacrificing himself for her. And for what? Everyone on that god damn city died. For fucking what? A pissing contest between light and dark that raged since the dawn of time. She let out a little sob and she hung her head in failure. She couldn't save them, she couldn't save any of them. She slowly approached Romeo and sat in his lap. She was crying now, the strong and always happy woman was crying.

"Please don't ever leave me again." She said and hugged on to him tight not wanting to be hurt anymore. Just wanting him to tell her it was ok, even If she knew it wasn't

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Ceto : Mid-Morning


Silence fell across the Salacia Consolidated offices. Eyes and optical receptors of all kinds fell on the screen,absorbing the information being broadcast. Salacia had a healthy dose of non-human employees, most either Selkath or Mon Cal. Several had trouble viewing the damage to former homeworlds. Some still had family living in the affected territory. No one was quite certain what the future held. Ceto was far removed from the danger for now. The threat of war still hung across the Galaxy though. How many would called to action was another story.


Finally,Judah spoke up.


"Those that need it can have the day off. In the meantime, we should stick to CNN"

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

"You can't do that, you idiot. You gotta put the card face down." Rusken was casually playing cards with one of the locals of in a nameless cantina on Ession, enjoying some leisurely time for once. He thought to himself that things were potentially getting better in the galaxy, despite reports of the One Sith growing more rampant. The Reformation was steady, and its leader was even more enduring than the old Jedi would have assumed, hell, the man even killed a Terentatek with him and that said enough.

The local that was playing cards with the veteran groaned and made a distasteful expression before grabbing the cards and shuffling the deck. Rusken reached into his pouch at his side and pulled out his pack of cigarettes and lighter, putting the health hazard between his lips as he had done many times before and lighting it up. He smirked weakly at the man across from him which was a rare thing to see on the old man's face. But not before long, it turned into his typical grimly scowl as he gazed upon the holovision above the bar which had been broadcasting huttball, but now distorted into scenes of massacre and loss.

He kept his still posture and dragged on his cigarra slowly and deeply, scanning each detail on the screen with only thoughts of damnation in mind. There wasn't much he hadn't seen already in his life, and even this didn't phase him emotionally. He understood perfectly well what was going on and just what was going to occur soon. War.

He looked back at the man across the table, blowing the malodorous smoke in his face to snap him out of his fixated stare. Subtle tears streamed down the citizen's face, not believing the carnage that beset his eyes.

"Snap out of it and deal the cards. There's nothing to see."

Cold and callous was the only way Rusken understood how to deal with these kinds of things, and he understood that others may be soft towards the subject, but the best he could do was act natural and wait.

There was a storm brewing, and it didn't look good.

 

[The Red of Sinner]

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]


Romeo looked past her, and back at the broadcast, his red eyes showing his mind was rushing back to that time. "I couldn't bring myself to want to hurt Silara...I surrendered to her...and still some how got away from her..." His eyes went from a dark red, to a hot flaring red, then do something that was way to close to the color if actual blood. "I tried...so hard..to help to people...." his hand was slowing closing into a fist, and as he did this, the holoscreen began to crush slowly. "...and...they were...I..." Romeo looked back at Patricia, and his eyes showed the core of his soul, darkness, as was his heritage, born into the darkness, left to stay in it. His hand closed to a full fist, and the screen sparked, and the sound of metal breaking echoed out, and the screen exploded.The glass shot at the two, but they stopped in mid air as Romeo just stared at them, the darkness of the room slowly sinking in. "Not again..next time I will be stronger."

 

[Cryax Bane]

Meanwhile on Antecedent...

Eating spicy fodu noodles with durasteel chopsticks, takeout from his favorite Melahnese restaurant, Cryax Bane, President of the Red Ravens Criminal Syndicate, lounged in his office at the Dragon Palace Casino, watching the Holonews, GNN to be more specific. A chipper talking head was blathering on about the happenings in Republic space, clearly a puff piece or filler of pablum for the masses, when suddenly there was a break in the programming and a logo of the Republic appeared. Bane leaned foward in his chair, fodu noodles hanging from his mouth, his attention now laser-focused on the report. Unedited footage was being broadcast from the One Sith invasion of Manaan. Spurned on by his growing paranoia over the threat of attacks by his own personal enemies, Cryax had put his very own signature on a treaty with the One Sith recently, promising to back them in war if they would do the same. As his glowing red eyes watched the report, he began to wonder if it was a grave mistake.

The Chiss felt his stomach turn at the sight of women and children being slaughtered in the streets. Cryax shook his head mournfully at all of the death and destruction, and the footage of Vong armies marching through the streets almost launched him into a panicky flashback of his own torture at the hands of the Yuuzhan Vong named Dredge. As he continued to watch the atrocities, Cryax realized that he was a fool to think that their sham of an alliance with the Sith meant anything. The One Sith were unholy freaks who would stop at nothing to destroy the entire galaxy. If the Ravens got attacked, the Sith would simply point and laugh. What had he done? Allying with these monsters was a one-way shuttle ticket to hell.

Still, the crime boss would rather kiss a wampa than readily admit his mistakes, especially now that his paranoia had been racheted up to an all-time high. Admitting weaknesses only encouraged your enemies to tear you down. So Cryax simply continued to eat his noodles through the rest of the broadcast. His face twisted into a scowl. The dish was spicier than usual. The restaurant must have changed chefs. He made a mental note to have his staff follow up with some choice words for the restaurant's management.

 

[Kalinai Soluza]

Whilst around the galaxy people angsted over war, suffering and the nature of propaganda...Kalinai didn't.

She was watching the holonet in her cabin on the Flying Pineapple yes, but she wasn't watching the Star Wars analogue of a writer's chosen news station. Rather, she was flicking between 'Blind Man's Buff' (a show about naked blind guys dating people) and 'Survivor Mustafar'. Kalinai was not much of one for sophisticated shows.

Finally, with a snort of derision, she stormed out onto the bridge. Everyone was somber and mopey. "What's up, you lot?" Kalinai demanded.
"The news from...Manaan..." Elayne, her XO began.
"Oh, sod the fish people. You know how many times they've been invaded? In my day there was like six invasions of the place. Ahto City sinks more than an ice rowboat. No, I just heard something much more important! Did you know that they kicked Gram Ordo off Survivor?"
They looked at her. "Ma'am...there's a war on and you're concerned about reality holovision?"
"Of course! We're not in the war, and none of you are fishies, so what's it matter? But fine, I'll be in my cabin. When I come out you lot better be ready to sing a space shanty!"
She slammed her cabin door shut. "Wet hens...wet hens everywhere!" she complained...and went back to looking at dreadful holovision.

 

[Darth Libertas]

As it turned out, the Chaotic Evil former Atrisian Inquisitor was watching telly when suddenly the Republic broadcast its propaganda show about why the Free People of Middlearth...the Galaxy must fight the vile Dark Lord and his seemingly unstoppable legions of doom.



Naamah looked a bit annoyed when the regular programme was interrupted, whilst lounging on the couch. Needless to say it was not her apartment legally speaking, but at present she was wearing the face of its former occupant, a blue Twi'lek. The interior decoration of the place left a bit to be desired, but she was not picky. Anyhow, she suppressed a yawn when the Senator began speechifying, but then started looking actually interested when scenes of bloodshed, gore and devastation were displayed!



See, Naamah did not like the One Sith that much...though mainly because in her opinion they were too orderly. She happened to be the sort to commit heinous acts of murder for no reason other than sheer enjoyment to sate her sadistic urges. In other words, she might be a wee bit nuts, if you want to cast judgement. However, the chaos caused in Manaan clearly pleased her and she giggled slightly. She remembered that one time not so long ago when the Republic had sunk a good chunk of Ahto City. That had been fun as well.


"Oh, gee that's dramatic and dull. Silly fish people. Ahto City gets sunk at least once very season - and rebuilt a couple threads later! Folks should just wipe them out. Or make sushi out of them. Now, is Corellia's Got Talent on at last?" she asked herself before flipping through the channels before she finally found the intellectually stimulating casting show. "Well, that's better!" A smile crossed her lips and she returned back to her meal. It consisted of potatoes, vegetables and...the aforementioned poor Twi'lek who had been so kind to hand over her apartment to her. She tasted very nice with her flesh coated in mayonnaise. With her fork Naamah scooped up a piece of lekku and swallowed it.