Heir to the Emperor, Senator of Denon
OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
Holoreord detailing and steps and phases as well as much of the technologies that were brought into be used in the revitalization efforts.
CONTENT INFORMATION
"Welcome to Denon – A World Reborn"
The holo-feed opens on a smooth tracking shot: Ayumi Pallopides glides barefoot down the wide steps of the Corporate Authorities' central tower in District One. Her flowing crimson dress silk woven with subtle gold threads billows gently in the recycled breeze, the hem brushing polished marble. Long honeyed hair sways unbound, catching the soft azure light of the dome overhead. No shoes; the cool stone and soft new grass under her feet are deliberate a symbol of connection to the world she helped remake.
She speaks directly to the camera, voice warm and melodic, Atrisian cadence inviting every viewer in.
"Welcome to Denon, travelers, dreamers, seekers of wonder. Whether you arrive by sleek liner at the Space Bazaar or slip quietly through the hyperlanes, know this: you are home now. Not in the old sense of shadowed spires and endless grind but in a Denon reborn."
She descends into the revitalized streets of District Two, clean boulevards lined with blooming vertical gardens. Passersby Denonites and offworld visitors alike smile and nod; a few wave shyly. Ayumi pauses to clasp hands with a young family, crouching slightly to meet the child's wide eyes.
"Once, this world was known for its relentless drive, its towering ambition. We mined moons to dust, filled oceans with steel, and called the result progress. But progress without heart is just noise. We chose differently."
She continues walking, barefoot steps silent on reclaimed pathways. The camera pans up: waterfalls now cascade between mid-level platforms, mist catching rainbows from hidden lights. Exotic creatures luminous avians from Felucia, gentle herbivores from Kashyyyk move behind transparent enclosures in the new district zoos, their habitats lush and open.
"Look around. Clean air you can taste. Waterways pure enough to swim, engineered for joy as much as function. Food grown fresh in every quarter no more sealed rations from distant stars. Zoos on every level, bringing the galaxy's wonders close enough to touch. Parks where children run free and elders rest in peace."
Ayumi reaches a bustling park in District Seven. She greets a group of tourists a Twi'lek couple, a human engineer, a cluster of wide-eyed students touching forearms in the old Denonite way, laughing at a shared joke. A small striped felid from the nearby enclosure pads to the barrier; she kneels, pressing her palm to the transparisteel as it mirrors the gesture.
"We've taken care of the shadows that once haunted these streets. Dangerous elements those who would tear down what we build have been addressed with precision and resolve. CorpSec stands vigilant, but not oppressive. Safety here is not a luxury; it is a promise. You can walk these levels at any hour and feel the pulse of a world that protects its own and its guests."
She rises, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, honeyed eyes sparkling with playful fire.
"So come. Explore the revitalized depths where innovation meets nature. Dine in floating restaurants above artificial seas. Lose yourself in the new cultural districts, where art and history breathe again. Shop the orbital bazaars, invest in the future we're writing together, or simply sit by a waterfall and breathe.
Denon is open. Denon is alive. Denon is waiting for you."
Ayumi turns toward the camera one last time, spreading her arms wide as the shot pulls back revealing layers of gleaming city rising into the dome, alive with lights, laughter, and life.
"Enjoy your stay. Make it yours. And when you leave, carry a piece of our light with you."
She smiles warm, genuine, radiant and the feed fades to the Ascendancy crest overlaid with simple text:
Denon Awaits. Come See the Future.
HISTORICAL INFORMATION
There is not a massive history to the Denon quarterly as it was made from several of the holostations and broadcasters who were mostly in the red.
- Intent: To codexify an aspect of Denon for lore expansion
- Image Credit: N/A
- Canon: N/A
- Permissions: N/A
- Links: Denon
- Media Name: Denon Recruitment Ad
- Format: Holorecord
- Distribution: Rare (tied to Denon records and for public officials)
- Length: Medium
- Description: Published by the newer holonews network on Denon. The holorecords that they publish are on datadiscs for some and always available on the net.
- Author: Ayumi
- Publisher: District Libraries
- Reception: Neutral reception at first as it was attempted during the time of the Republic. Failing as it lost support and funding from the waning government. A mistake on her end but this time she had much better means and ideas for how to be successful in the implementation.
Holoreord detailing and steps and phases as well as much of the technologies that were brought into be used in the revitalization efforts.
CONTENT INFORMATION
"Welcome to Denon – A World Reborn"
The holo-feed opens on a smooth tracking shot: Ayumi Pallopides glides barefoot down the wide steps of the Corporate Authorities' central tower in District One. Her flowing crimson dress silk woven with subtle gold threads billows gently in the recycled breeze, the hem brushing polished marble. Long honeyed hair sways unbound, catching the soft azure light of the dome overhead. No shoes; the cool stone and soft new grass under her feet are deliberate a symbol of connection to the world she helped remake.
She speaks directly to the camera, voice warm and melodic, Atrisian cadence inviting every viewer in.
"Welcome to Denon, travelers, dreamers, seekers of wonder. Whether you arrive by sleek liner at the Space Bazaar or slip quietly through the hyperlanes, know this: you are home now. Not in the old sense of shadowed spires and endless grind but in a Denon reborn."
She descends into the revitalized streets of District Two, clean boulevards lined with blooming vertical gardens. Passersby Denonites and offworld visitors alike smile and nod; a few wave shyly. Ayumi pauses to clasp hands with a young family, crouching slightly to meet the child's wide eyes.
"Once, this world was known for its relentless drive, its towering ambition. We mined moons to dust, filled oceans with steel, and called the result progress. But progress without heart is just noise. We chose differently."
She continues walking, barefoot steps silent on reclaimed pathways. The camera pans up: waterfalls now cascade between mid-level platforms, mist catching rainbows from hidden lights. Exotic creatures luminous avians from Felucia, gentle herbivores from Kashyyyk move behind transparent enclosures in the new district zoos, their habitats lush and open.
"Look around. Clean air you can taste. Waterways pure enough to swim, engineered for joy as much as function. Food grown fresh in every quarter no more sealed rations from distant stars. Zoos on every level, bringing the galaxy's wonders close enough to touch. Parks where children run free and elders rest in peace."
Ayumi reaches a bustling park in District Seven. She greets a group of tourists a Twi'lek couple, a human engineer, a cluster of wide-eyed students touching forearms in the old Denonite way, laughing at a shared joke. A small striped felid from the nearby enclosure pads to the barrier; she kneels, pressing her palm to the transparisteel as it mirrors the gesture.
"We've taken care of the shadows that once haunted these streets. Dangerous elements those who would tear down what we build have been addressed with precision and resolve. CorpSec stands vigilant, but not oppressive. Safety here is not a luxury; it is a promise. You can walk these levels at any hour and feel the pulse of a world that protects its own and its guests."
She rises, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, honeyed eyes sparkling with playful fire.
"So come. Explore the revitalized depths where innovation meets nature. Dine in floating restaurants above artificial seas. Lose yourself in the new cultural districts, where art and history breathe again. Shop the orbital bazaars, invest in the future we're writing together, or simply sit by a waterfall and breathe.
Denon is open. Denon is alive. Denon is waiting for you."
Ayumi turns toward the camera one last time, spreading her arms wide as the shot pulls back revealing layers of gleaming city rising into the dome, alive with lights, laughter, and life.
"Enjoy your stay. Make it yours. And when you leave, carry a piece of our light with you."
She smiles warm, genuine, radiant and the feed fades to the Ascendancy crest overlaid with simple text:
Denon Awaits. Come See the Future.
HISTORICAL INFORMATION
There is not a massive history to the Denon quarterly as it was made from several of the holostations and broadcasters who were mostly in the red.