Tabloid Emryc Energy Supports the ISC's War Against the Sith!

[Elora Trevino]

"Lingering rumors that Wampa Way Inc. and its affiliate, Emryc Energy, were considering dissolving after the death of the company's largest shareholder can officially be put to rest, as they just released a brand new line of Emryc Energy drink flavors! The companies flavors and themes have been as varied as the fans of Emryc Thorne, ranging from holiday favorites to familiar Hutt Ball faces and everything in between." That included, of all things, the ISC President's butt cheeks.

"This is the first time, however, that the company has used its platform and influence to express a political agenda, going so far as to promise that a portion of the proceeds from each can sold will be donated to combat the Sith Empire. Our sources from within the company suggest that its newest shareholder is shaking things up. Next up: is the Senator of Trandosha opening a chain of tanning salons? (@Olwin ) We'll have the answer to that question and more right after this word from our sponsors."

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"War with the Sith got ya down?" a handsome Orcolan with a chiseled jawline and defined muscles asked viewers. He was clothed in stained military fatigues, positioned on the frontlines of an unidentified planet. Artillery shells and metal shards were strewn across the ground as dirt rained down on the cameraman and battle tanks exploded in the background. Emryc Energy had spared no expense on this commercial.

Out of thin air, the Orcolan pulled out a can of Emryc Energy and popped open the tab. "Never fear! Emryc Energy is here!" It was propaganda at is cheesiest. The actor threw the can back, finishing the contents off with a satisfying sigh before turning to face the camera again. He flashed a grin at the camera and winked. "Grab a can of Emryc Energy and join me in saying, 'So long, Sith!'"

Found anywhere spectacular flavor is sold. Now available in 48 packs!

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@Sreeya

 

[Amira Din]

Amira Din sat alone on the patio of a small, bustling café on the outskirts of Sith space in the south, awaiting her next assignment. Ground-effect vehicles raced past the bistro, honking their horns and swerving in and out of traffic while a middle-aged couple quarreled in the corner and their coq au vin grew cold, but the Tiefling's amber gaze was glued to the monitor above her table.

"Join me in saying, 'So long, Sith!'" the Orcolan actor grinned, showing off his set of pearly white, capped teeth. Did he want to be the model for the next G.I. Joe doll or were tusks "not in style" anymore? Amira's tail jerked violently to one side, almost knocking a tray of mussels from the hands of a waiter passing by, but she didn't even notice, still staring up at the screen.

Somewhere behind the Champion, a waitress approached another table, can in hand. "Here's your Emryc Energy, ma'am—"
Then, without warning or explanation, every can of Emryc Energy within the immediate vicinity was crushed by an invisible and unexplainable pressure that twisted and bent the aluminum until the contents spilled on the cobblestone patio and spritzed its consumers. This war with the ISC was a public relations nightmare, and Amira would need to do something about it.