HoloNet News AMS Containment - An Offer to MorataCorp

[Alyse Ti'Varnus]

The day was certainly proving to be one of the more intensive ones within the blonde's recent memory, having barely had much time since the shuttle from the Prytis had touched back down onto Bakura's surface to eat yet alone properly prepare - but given the circumstances and the arising situation that was currently developing within the newly established containment zone within the planet's local sector, any delay could lead to a lost opportunity. So much was the haste in which things had moved, the halls of the Bakur Memorial Building was a hive of activity as staff were busy setting up the briefing chambers for an address that was to be pushed not only to the local populace but onto the wider holonet.

"Governor Ti'Varnus, they will be ready to broadcast in five minutes" a young suited aide advised as he stepped through the open door, quickening his pace to catch up to keep in step with the blonde. Stopping in her movements, the blonde looked up towards the aide, and nodded, offering a slight smile at the edge of her lips. As the aid broke off from the Governor's side, headed towards the adjoining room. Alyse made her own way over towards the towards the podium, tapping a few folded pieces of parchment against her hand for a moment. Before taking a brief moment to quickly unfold the sheets of parchment and cast another skimming glance over the penned words that she had scribbled down during the shuttle's return to the planet's surface.

After she had skimmed through the pages of scrawled notes, Alyse set the sheets down on the lectern in front of her, taking a deep breath for a moment before looking up from the lectern and towards the array of cameras and spot lights that were focused on her. Her gaze moving away from the cameras as she watched the various aides and press crew mulling about in front of her, out of sight of the cameras

"To those who are receiving this over the Holonet. I am Governor Ti'Varnus representative of the people of Bakura. I am addressing not only you but to the populace of Bakura, to inform you that as of 11:00 hours today, during the christening flight of the newest Bakuran Defence Fleet's ship, a rogue unresponsive transport was encountered." Alyse spoke, before taking a deep breath and pausing for a moment. "A routine holding and boarding procedure was carried out. Where it was discovered that those onboard had succumbed to the AMS Virus. It is with regret that the personnel assigned to the boarding party were lost, their families have been notified" The blonde continued, before falling silent for a few moments, her eyes flitting between the lectern and the cameras during her silence.

"Procedures have been taken to contain the ship to ensure that it and those infected cannot reach the surface or the populace of Bakura" The Governor resumed, looking to give a degree of reassurance to those who reside on Bakura that they would not be at risk of being exposed to the virus that was plaguing various regions of the Galaxy. "The transport ship has been towed to a remote region of our sector and a containment zone has been established" she continued for a brief moment, before her features contorted into an expression that would effectively convey the gravity of the situation. "As part of the procedures put in place. A regional lockdown has been enforced to protect Bakura and her neighbouring worlds, Hyperspace Navigation beacons for both the Bakura Trace and Shiritoku Way trade routes within our sector have been locally deactivated, restricting all travel within our sector to Sub-light transit only"

"Whilst I know that the steps taken to protect those within this region will have an impact on the movement of goods and general travel for the short term. There is an opportunity for a contribution to be made to the wider efforts in combatting the AMS plague. To the representatives of MorataCorp's Efforts we offer the ship in it's contained state for study and testing of the infected onboard." The governor resumed after a further moment's silence and thought as she pieced together her thoughts. "Should you wish to make use of the opportunity to test and examine the virus in it's contained state, please rendezvous with either the B.D.S D'aarmont stationed at Timora, or the B.D.S Braad stationed at Rattatak, who will make arrangements for your escort to the containment zone. In light of the situation, the use of Droid's within Bakuran space would be permitted, however their use would be heavily restricted and strictly confined to the containment zone"

 

[Lorcan]

"Who gives a shite?"

Staring at the holonet broadcast he'd managed to catch while he was preparing for a second hyperspace jump, Lorcan found himself so utterly bewildered that he was beginning to think someone had drugged him. Only thing that convinced him that he was fully sober was the fact that neither Thing One, nor Thing Two had the literally bollocks to try something like that. And it was Waaaaaaay too much like a good time to be Thing A.

So.

He wasn't high.

Which meant that Darth Cervix thought that any of this horseshite actually made enough sense to call a karking holonet broadcast for. Like he knew he hadn't seen Doc in awhile but she'd never been dumb enough to fall for something this absolutely karking dumb as this, right? Cus the way he saw it, this HAD to be Cervix trying for some heavy-handed, dumb as shrak, ambush attempt or something.

Because the alternative was that a Darth of the Sith Eternal... thought that the person spearheading the research and development needed to reach out to her over a single karking ship of AMS dead-bods.

As if the entire karking Galaxy didn't already have more than enough of those.

"I need to change over to CSI Corellia - more karking common sense in that dumpster fire than this shrak."

 

[Dr Ilana Morata]

She stood behind a desk. Every inch the professional, but even with the tall posture, they could see the lab coat, the solemn expression. The broadcast would be made to directly address the governor of a planet she hadn't even heard of, much less visited. She would treat it as a genuine call for help, but it could likely be a trap, or worse.

"Governer Ti'Varnus. I thank you for your consideration of MorataCorp and its' affiliates; however, at this time I must decline your request. We are no longer in need of samples, we have collected from across the galaxy and are currently still working on a Testing Phase. However, I strongly recommend to you, as well as to those whose planets are affected--"

She drew herself to her full height. She would address the galaxy directly, her expression firm. "For those with affected carriers in orbit, do not let them board on your planets or your space stations. Limit interactions with planets most heavily afflicted, and abide by your planet's quarantine laws. For those that are heaviest afflicted, know that you drive us in mind and we are working night and day to provide an answer to the galaxy. We will find an answer."

She opened her palm to the camera. "And we will find it together. As for those who have lost their lives defending against the virus, and those that maintain the quarantine, you honor us, and we honor you. We will never stop until this virus is contained and eliminated." Her expression was intense, conviction lacing every word. "We abide by our tenets; Do No Harm, Provide for All, and to Uphold and Maintain Care for All Sentience. And when we provide an answer to the terrible threat that is this virus, I hope that we may come together to defeat it once and for all. Thank you."

And with that, the broadcast shut off, leaving only the logo of MC.

@Topher