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Holonet BREAKING: Battle Station Destroyed Over Atrisia

After much delay due to wartime interference, Trinn Traumsen returns with a special bulletin for a device near you.

"This is Trinn Traumsen reporting to you live from an undisclosed location."


The report began with Trinn behind a desk, staring coldly into the camera. Dark circles under her eyes and a disheveled look suggest she hadn't slept for a few days.

"Reports are coming in from all over the Alliance, confirming to us now that the Battle Station over Atrisia has been destroyed."

Distant cheers and other approving noises are heard in the background.

She continued, "While details remain unconfirmed, a credible intelligence report suggests that the Imperial Confederation's naval forces are ultimately responsible for the superweapon's destruction. Neither the Confederation, its government, nor Supreme Commander Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen has yet claimed responsibility for the act, however."

The woman paused, took a sip of water, and slouched in front of her datapad. "Regardless of how events have transpired, we can safely say that a crushing blow has been dealt to the Empire's war effort, halting what has been a brief yet terrifying campaign in the Core Worlds. Yet, only time will tell if the Alliance has the will or resources to mount a counteroffensive...

"Or if all has been sacrificed in a last stand over Atrisia."


The holocamera remained locked on Trinn, who looked ready to collapse at her desk.

The feed ended there.
 
As the feed went dark, static appeared on the line for a moment, before resolving into a grainy hologram of the Vahlan warlord Gerra standing before a viewport.

Behind him and out in the blackness of space, barely visible in the distorted image, floated the severed spire of the Death Star’s throne room.

“Effete worlds of the Core…

I am Hasuras na-Gerra

Breaker of Thrones

The fire that will feast upon your sons

Herald my coming.”

The line cut to black.
 
Arris had been lounging in a chair, smoke and drink in hand, feet kicked up, and watching the holofeed from her viewscreen.

Her attention had all been glazed over by the previous report when suddenly the feed was hijacked...

“Effete worlds of the Core…

I am Hasuras na-Gerra

Breaker of Thrones

The fire that will feast upon your sons

Herald my coming.”

This prompted her to lean forward and point at the screen in recognition.
 
It was a day later... Tagge had been in the battle and was exhausted, and had nearly gone through his liquor stash in his office. The third Death Star had been destroyed and it was a terrible time to be Imperial. As he and his cruiser orbited Kuat, he watched the news. In a half drunk, half depressed state, he noticed the hijacking. "Herald my coming". Tagge's blood pressure spiked almost in an instant as he started jumping to conclusions, was it the Yuuzhan Vong from legend? Is Hasuras na-Gerra their leader? Or maybe he is something worse? Tagge had no idea who this could be as he slumped over in an attempt to calm himself, and brace himself for the possible heart-attack that was coming on.

(I feel like I sold on this post lowkey xd)
 
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