The newcomer was met with flashes of cameras, and brave security running for their lives among the confusion. There was a single office clerk still at work on the third floor down, who just carried on typing pretending not to see her, hoping that she wouldn't be shot. Someone else was holding a sound mic over a door, hiding behind the wall, but he soon legged it running off. Along the floor she’d see some of those corpses were hastily erected props, but one or two were unfortunate interns that just didn’t understand how badly some people hated reporters.
After all the GNN had only just started broadcasting again! The paint was barely dry yet!
As she got deeper into the building she'd find the bodies were not so fake, and the fallen were indeed office workers or members of the public that just didn't get out of the way fast enough. There were some people shooting ahead of her, gunning down civilians, gang members probably and just for the sheer hell of it. But there was always one that didn’t understand. Always one paper pusher who had to do it. As Iniquitous Ren reached lower down, to sub level 5, assuming she was progressing through the complex. She’d find a stern faced office clerk with far too much time on his hands, holding a hand up.
“ID?” He cleared his throat. Apparently he’d been sleeping through the lightshow upstairs, that or he was one of those people, you know the ones where you parked just one inch over the line with your speeder and they’d argue with you for thirty minutes about it. Costing more than the fine in their salary.
“Can’t let you past without...” Yes. He was one of those people. Falling forward toward her. Sadly for him, and fortunately for her, he'd just been shot by one of the thugs.
Meanwhile back at the front desk on sub level 10.
“And that was our sports round up for the week… back to Danzel and Marci in the studio!”
“BREAKING NEWS. CHILLING IMAGES from here at Coruscant. DON’T MISS our special report! Sponsored by Hazelmat Headwear, never go without a blaster rifle in your sun hat again.”
CUE LOUD MUSIC. FLASHING LIGHTS. FAR TOO MUCH NEON.
“This is Danzel Kvinan bringing you continuing updates on the GNN Headquarters terror attack. Reports are pouring in, now at least two strangers and an unknown number of terrorists have breached our building here in Coruscant, and the casualty reports just keep coming in. We might not have long left, so we go live to our team down on the upper floors! How does it look up there Rubta?”
Static. Overly dramatic shots of smoke, a few blaster shots from somewhere, and a young rodian holding his earpiece. Probably the newest member of the news team, as everyone with any sense or credits had evacuated. His basic was passable as he spoke.
“Its not looking good Danzel,” he ducked down avoiding what looked to be shots, but they could have been anything.
“There have been multiple wounded evacuated from the building, and our security forces are doing their best but it sadly,” blast blast blast,
“looks like it won’t be enough. There’s just too many of…” blast blast blast. He ducked down again, very dramatically making a run back now on camera, the man holding it following.
“As you can see ladies and gentlemen the situation is grim here at the news station, we don’t know how many have entered the building, or what their intent is, but rest assured, we will keep broadcasting as long as possible, we are here for you our public, even in this time of shared crisis against the free press.” The cameras went off, and both news anchors were running out the door. They left pictures of the emergancy services that would soon be arriving to see what was going on, the caption read, OPEL CITY on FIRE, The GNN comes under attack at Coruscant, and the Faridge Hypersonic Football team take the intergalactic Huttchump cup 19-10.
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