ATTN: The Way of the Tusa

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The HoloNets were on fire tonight- breaking news across a dozen channels in countless regions of space. Beings of all sizes, all shapes, beings of every age group and demographic of the millions species in the galaxy gathered with held breaths and pounding hearts. Not in the better half of a decade had such anxiety rested on the simultaneous broadcast- a live feed of the Hutt Imperial Palace on Nal Hutta. Was it true? Could the Emperor really be dead?

Over four hours had come and gone since the fateful Bogan assassination attempt on Bothawui, resulting in at least seven confirmed deaths and over a dozen additional injuries, with no official announcement from the Empire. Speculations were rampant on the evening news channels- estimations of the coming downfall of the Empire, the Republic's involvement in the assassination... If only they knew the half of it.

Finally, the reporters in the boardroom quieted down enough. A black-haired man stepped from the left side of the stage, striding to the center podium through the murmurs- a man in a military uniform? The officer cleared his throat and centered himself, looking directly forward at the half-dozen cameras and thirty-some microphones in front of him. He took a moment to gaze across the press members before speaking.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Grand Admiral Jaka Tyrell of the Imperial Second fleet. I will be fielding questions about today's attacks." Tensions rose. It was extremely atypical for the Emperor to not respond to such a senate meeting.

"Today, there was an assassination attempt on Bothawui on a critical Hutt target." Gasps- it was true?! The Grand Admiral raised his hand and shook his head in a calming gesture- although the effect had been preplanned and anticipated, High Command must strive to appear above such pageantry.

"As you all no doubt know, his almighty Emperor Tusa Ujalli Hai was to finish his inspection of the newly-completed Bothan Shipyards today. Before his convoy could reach its destination of the capital building, it was assaulted by two beings now identified as agents of the Dark Jedi of the Bogan- a Mr. Yueh Kravek and a Ms. Traina Lee'ra. The vehicle carrying the VIP was destroyed, and all on board have been killed. That being was not the Emperor." Gasps and shrieks of anger and joy from across the galaxy- tears and fists. The Emperor was alive- the war continued.

"Due to a last-minute scheduling conflict, the Emperor was unable to attend the christening of the Bothan Shipyards, and instead sent the now-deceased Duke Ereiss. The Bogan assassins did not receive this intelligence, and now another soul is lost to their treachery. In the good Duke's honor, the Empire has decided to christen the new shipyards Ereiss Docks, so his spirit may live on and guide us in this war for liberty." Questions exploded from the peanut gallery, but one stood out- "What are we to do about the Bogan?" Tyrell smiled, and nodded slightly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, beings of known space- I give you Emperor Tusa Ujalli Hai." A roar of applause from the Outer Rim territories, wail of children from the Core.

The curtains behind Tyrell split, and the Imperial march blared as the head slug himself slithered forward, decorated in his best- a multi-million dollar ensemble of fine fabrics and gold, woven into an elaborate and intimidating costume fitting of a god. Resolve spread across his face, the Hutt stopped at the podium and surveyed the assembled beings, pouring regality through the cameras and into the universe. The shit had hit the fan.

In a booming voice he spoke- "Today is a dark day for the Empire!" he called, exhuming strength and power with every tendon in his muscular body. “Today, there was an attempt on my life! Today there was an attempt on OUR SOCIETY!”

Now bellowing, the Hutt rose to his full, terrifying height. Anger and fear were prevalent in his voice- uncharacteristic for the Emperor and frightening in its own manner. Had things devolved so badly? Had things gotten to the point where even a god could tremble?

“Five years ago, we made a deal with the Bogan. Despite the warnings of the Jedi and of the Republic, we gave their fledgling culture the chance to flourish, and they have used our ships and our strategies to subjugate an entire star system with a false religion! With blood rights and sacrifices, these monsters have enslaved innocent beings, and now they have turned their murderous lust outwards! These animals must be stopped!” A meaty fist slammed on the podium to emphasize the action, with a ripple effect of billions of startled beings.

“This act of transgression has not been their first. As you beings of the galaxy have seen, the Bogan have recently made moves to side with the Republic- the same Republic they fought against at Ando Prime! If it is not clear to the Republic, it is clear to me- today, we must correct our past errors and fight against the Bogan!” Another violent slam on the hardwood, another anguished tone to the Emperor’s voice.

“Today, I make a declaration of intent- we will launch our ships against the Bogan of the Esstran sector. It is with a heavy heart I declare another war in such a dire hour, but it is our duty- not just to the Empire, but also to the Republic, to the Jedi, to everyone in between. To all the beings of the known universe and beyond- now, the Hutt Empire stands against the Bogan for you. Now, we fight for you. Now, we die for you.” The universe erupted- cheers, cries, screams… Anger, joy, sorrow. With a deep, honorable bow, the Emperor of the Hutt Territories turned and moved back behind the curtains, the Grand Admiral stepping to make a closing statement that would be washed out by the noise of a universe. Instead of the end of a war, it was the beginning of another, but such was the way of the galaxy.

The Emperor smiled. Such is the way of Tusa Ujalli Hai.
 

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It had only been a matter of days since the last meeting, and already the galaxy had gone up in arms. Due to a burst of renewed strength by the Hutt Empire, the Republic was stretched thin- defending every corner of its regions with all available forces. The battles would be fierce, long, and costly, but the beings of the Republic had committed to their cause in defense of their homeland. Unfortunately for those deployed on the front lines, they would never feel the taste of victory, especially not this day. Not if Tusa had his way.

For the second time in a month, Tusa Ujalli Hai sat behind the curtains of the media room in his private palace on Nal Hutta. Once again adorned in his extravagant Emperor’s attire, the head Hutt reviewed the notes held in front of him by a trusted aide. From his side, the same middle-aged Grand Admiral spoke, arms folded in a professional yet arrogant pose. He put on no additional airs for the Emperor.

“…message will only be received by the Imperial Navy, my lord. A public announcement will follow our victory and be recorded from your new location.”

[Very well, Jaka. I must say, I didn’t expect to be so nervous.] Another, gruffer voice came from the opposite side- that of the Emperor’s Darksaber, Cedos Sola.

“The news came quickly, m’lord. I think after five years everyone began to lose faith in Nightmare. Still, it will be a welcome announcement to the military and the people at large.”

[Yes, of course you’re right. We’ve worked for nearly a decade; it’s time to bring an end to it all.]

A pause between the three as the aides cleared the room. It was a heavy thought, considering the impact the fighting has had on the hundred quintillion chronicled sentient beings in the galaxy. Tyrell was the first to break the silence.

“It’s time to claim your throne.”

As if on cue, the curtains parted to reveal the Emperor in all of his glory. Military reporters from across known space swarmed for better video angles as the single most powerful individual slithered from the shadows and to his familiar podium. He rested his hands on it and squeezed the edges of the Kashyyykian hardwood… It would be the last time he’d use this podium, he knew. The next will be made of gold.

[Good morning, afternoon, and evening my friends. Today, I speak to you of a new opportunity that has presented itself to our Empire.] He smiled his bone-chilling Hutt smile, the impact of speaking directly via live feed to his most trusted commanders never lost on the warlike creature.

[After many years of research and exploration, we have made a critical breakthrough that will end this war. Using the Givin natural ability at mathematics and navigation, Imperial explorers have forged a temporary, stable path from Yag’Dhul out of the galactic disk- a momentous occasion in its own right, but not the plan in its entirety. From our position outside of the galactic disk, we can move unhindered and undetected through Republic space.] The Emperor allowed his words to settle with his commanders before continuing.

[It’s time to attack our primary target. Triple zero… Coruscant. From our position outside of the galaxy, we will move into the Deep Core and reenter the disk. Using gravitational cover, our forces will be undetected until our arrival in their capital. You are all instructed to move your forces to the rendezvous point within 72 hours from now. I will see you there.]

The transmission would end there, and the orders were given. The Battle for Coruscant was underway.
 
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