Lambda Vox
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"A crackling radio set upon a log, tuned hopefully up towards the nearest moon. An escape pod drifting slowly away from salvation, tuning to whatever frequency can be caught. A wedding, a funeral, maybe both at once - I wonder where you're hearing us from tonight, listeners. I wonder if you feel in your heart the same ache that I do as you peer up into the night above and below, able to understand and to see and to perhaps even FEEL that there are things beneath the flickering of distant stars and the screaming of the moon. Beneath the visual spectrum, ultras and infras as far as the eye cannot see. Beneath that: sound. Radio. Perhaps thoughts and feelings, emotions that can only be invisibly transmit - sent hurtling across the Hyperlanes like an ancient curse, a malediction. An oath. For when two beings communicate as they do, as we ARE, right now, there is an exchange. Ultras and infras. Thoughts. Feelings. Emotions. And from that simple beginning spills forth all the evil of the Galaxy, doesn't it?"
"Perhaps I can feel your credulity, listener. Perhaps you, like I, know that beneath all the evil of the Galaxy lurks something far worse, far more pervasive, far more powerful and capable of driving men mad: Hope. Understanding. Camaraderie. Welcome to Lambda Vox, listener. I hope you're hoping with us tonight. But for what do we hope? What indeed."
"Tonight, rumors swirl of a Sith Lord who’s defected - not to the Galactic Alliance, but to a small nomadic commune powered by tibanna and loud opinions. We reached out to him for comment. He responded only with laughter and a bouquet of lightsaber hilts welded into a wind chime. We love him already. "
"Developments ongoing at Ka'thaa'rahn, a continued conflict between what is real and what is not. A war between two sides, equal in conviction but unequal in firepower. Listeners, word has been spilling in of great virtue, but also great tragedy. Civilian transports fired upon by military peacekeepers, mercenary extortion, and the ruthless looting of a vibrant and ancient culture which, admittedly, tended to be more than a little loathsome. Does the virtualized engram of a person stored on a crystal have the same rights as a living being? The KKa'venn would like to know: Who's asking? And what gives you the right to question the eternal torment of their servitor caste? Seems harder than just using normal storage solutions, if you ask me. They didn't. Maybe they'll ask you, listener. Why not swing by? Pick up a refugee. Drop off a bomb. If bombs aren't in your budget, perhaps one last expectorate."
"More on Ka'thaa'rahn as the situation implodes. Mark your social calendar, listeners - the Unity Gala is underway! Finally, something to brighten our hearts after the crushing, needless loss of so many innocent souls. Our source on the inside reports that the hors d'oeuvres are simply to die for. She emphasizes that this is a euphemism. She has stated that the Empire's fashion is fantastic and 'on point'. She has insinuated that visitors to the event may need to provide their own lubricant and back-scratchers, as the circle is running low on both. She is adding that this is also a euphamism. No reports on the state of actual lubricants have been forthcoming. More on that situation after we can get ahold of an engine tech or something, listener. In the meantime, if you'd like more word on the fashion? I suggest the holonet news, followed by a supplementary sedative. Really let it soak in there."
"For those of you who are seeking a family getaway this weekend, our tourism board suggests Pesmenben IV - full of activities for the whole family! The weather this weekend should be sunny and clear, resting at a balmy 48c at midday. Don't forget your sunscreen, listener! And some orange slices. Hydration is important when you're touring the slave auctions. You know what they say, listeners. Pesmenben IV: Come for the lithium mines, stay for the lithium mines, die in the lithium mines. If you decide to swing by, be sure to bring extra seating - you never know when a revolt might happen, listener. You never know what might happen on Pesmenben IV."
"Aside from the miners, of course. They know exactly what happens on Pesmenben IV. Stay strong. Help may or may not be on the way."
"Tonight’s guest is a Jedi archivist who insists the Jedi Order never existed and that our memories were implanted by sentient mushrooms living beneath Empress Teta’s crust. He brought charts. We’re listening. You’re listening to Lambda Vox. Stay paranoid. Stay curious. And remember:
"The Force is with you."
Even when you wish it wasn’t."
"Before we open our lines up, listener, recall best practices - if we don't pick up, you weren't secure. If somebody else picks up, you really weren't secure. If somebody else is calling and we pick up, why are you even here? Feel free to leave a message. Feel free to leave your concerns at the door. Feel free to move about the cabin. Feel free to no shoes or shirt - because it won't stop us from serving you regardless. Tonight's encryption key is Lockout-Delta-19-Pink-SHAKA - give us a call if you'd like to weigh in, speak your mind, or ask for advice. Promote your adult film series if you like - I'm not getting paid to do this. Fascinate me. I'd love to fall in love tonight."
"I don't promise to fix your problems, but I'll always hear them out - and we don't have the budget to censor. Caller one, you're live on-air. Unburden your infras and ultras. Let me visualize your light spectrum."