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I Can Lead a Nation With a Microphone [CIS]

HYPORI SYSTEM, HYPORI
NEW E'Y-AKH

Hypori. Arid, rocky, stagnating population of 5.3 billion, major droid manufacturing planet, almost always on the cusp of a laborers' revolution. Hypori's corporatocratic government had been persuaded to join the Confederacy after they lent a hand in shutting down widespread riots throughout the planet. Tyrin Ardik had been there during that time in search of a unique lightsaber crystal he never got his hands on, but Gerion Ardik was completely unfamiliar with the place. After they joined the Confederacy, no one had paid very much attention to the planet. Good thing too, it would have been bad publicity for Hypori's Corporatocracy if word got out of the continued protesting, rioting, crime surge, terrorist attacks, and so forth. Thankfully the Corporatocracy kept a lid on these things, but now that lid was dangerously close to popping of.

Ten dead. Normally not a big number, but they were an important ten. They had been attending some soiree in upper New E'y-Akh within a supposedly secure establishment. Secure from everything but explosives, evidently. They had been distinguished businessmen, each a member of one board of directors or another. Power vacuums opened up where they shouldn't have, resulting in more than a little turmoil within the Corporatocracy's normally concrete hierarchy. Messy business, that, but it could have been worse. Evidence pointed towards the more prominent of the terrorist factions, but it remained inconclusive until they announced responsibility and assured more attacks would take place. They called themselves the Red Tide.

What a stereotypical name for a Communist fringe group. They must not have access to the holonet. But they evidently were smart enough to kill just the right people that a crack appeared in the Corporatocracy- if however brief.

Whatever their naming convention, they were gathering momentum. Frightening momentum. Annoying, impertinent momentum. They were disrupting factory production now. Totally unexceptable. If Hyporian exports dropped, the Feds would take notice. Then they would start poking around and possibly find out about Hypori's perpetual labor disputes and whatnot. Frankly, most members of the Corporatocracy would have rather died than switch gears, but they needed help. Firstly they needed a Viceroy so the Confederacy would inspect him instead of them. Then they needed that same Viceroy to work his Viceroy magic in resolving the labor disputes and getting rid of the "Red Tide."

What they didn't seem to understand was that the only way to get rid of the Red Tide was to make some sort of concession to the general public. The profit margins the corporatocracy's members kept going on about would be worthless if a full-scale planetary rebellion took place... Not to mention embarrassing. Gerion Ardik, however, in his clandestine and inexplicable appointment at Viceroy, would make them understand. Retirement just wasn't for everyone. Gerion's first plan of doing so would involve a speech, to let the masses know that they were on his side.

No, no. That he was on their side. That was former Emperor talk. Old habits were hard to break.

The speech was to take place in front of New E'y-Akh's capital building. From a podium placed upon a stage, Gerion would address the teeming masses of the hoi polloi and forever win their hearts. At least, that was the intended result. Shortly thereafter the real work would begin, but not before the reporters peppered him with questions. There was still a chunk of time before the speech was to take place, which Gerion took up by restlessly pacing the floor of the building's main lobby, uttering chunks of his speech in rehearsal.
 

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