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Across the galaxy, the regularly scheduled holonet transmissions were interupted or postponed, as a broadcast eminating from the Mandalorian controlled planet of Roon was picked up by the many studios and transmitters. And across the galaxy, holoprojectors and datapads displayed a Mandalorian woman clad in full, rune covered armour, save that iconic helmet, which was tucked under one arm. Her face was young, if marred by an old, jagged, vertical scar traveling down the left side of her face, from her temple to her jaw.
"Sentients of the galaxy. I am Mandalore. I am adressing you from Roon, our home in exile. Just a day hence, I attended a diplomatic summit with... representatives, of the Galactic Alliance, to discuss the future of my people. And there, I was forced to leave early. And to that end, I apollogise. It was less than courteous. However, I am sure you will understand my reasoning soon enough."
A smirk, turned eerie and disturbing by the scar, sneaks across the Mandalore's face, before she nods to someone outside the shoot. The holographic display widens, to show a humanoid male on his knees next to the warrior, with a bag over his head. Mandalore's gloved hand descends to grasp the bag, and pulls it up and off.
The HoloRecorder focuses in on the face of Nathanaeu Bastele, the Galactic Alliance's Chief of State. The man looked mostly unharmed, save for the odd cut and bruise, and the gag stuffed into his mouth.
The HoloRecorder focuses in on the face of Nathanaeu Bastele, the Galactic Alliance's Chief of State. The man looked mostly unharmed, save for the odd cut and bruise, and the gag stuffed into his mouth.
"Smile for your viewers, Mister Bastele. Some of them actually voted for you. Now, I assume the majority of you are thinking that I will publicly execute the good Mister Bastele."
The woman draws a weapon from her hip, and examines it carefully, before removing the magazine.
"I will not. The recent battle of Teth, a battle unsanctioned by myself, has dragged the Mandalorians and the Galactic Alliance into war once more. While I will never shy away from war, and this man should by all rights be my enemy, I promise that upon my honour as a warrior, a Mandalorian, and a scion of Bralor, this man will come to no harm under my care, unless he invites harm upon himself."
"While his freedom is temporarily... lessened, I have every intention on returning him, safe and intact, to the Alliance. All I want in return for this consideration, is that we are allowed safe, unobstructed passage through Alliance space, until we can reach the Imperial border, where he will be returned to the closest Alliance planet or starship. All we want, is to go home. But, should the Alliance try to stop us, or the Jedi attempt a rescue, I am afraid that his safety cannot be guaranteed. The confusion of war has been known to claim many an unintended victim."
"Rest assured, these are not threats. I am simply stating what is going to happen. Mister Bastale will be as safe as you make the journey to my people."
Mandalore makes a vague gesture, and the transmission zooms back in on the female Mandalorian, removing the Alliance Chief of State.
"I hope you all make the logical choice. I am Carien Bralor."
The woman, finally named, moves her hand swiftly across her throat in a slitting motion, and the transmission fades out.
(OOC: All are welcome to post their thoughts and reactions, as it is being broadcasted so the entire galaxy can see and/or listen.)