New Republic Chancellor Debates
Voren Dhur reached for his glass of water. His hand was shaking, slightly, ahead of what was, without a doubt, the biggest day of his career so far. Taking a sip, he returned the glass and checked that the autocue was working. In front of his desk, a short distance away, podiums would be seen, behind which the candidates in this hotly contested election stood.
He nodded to them both, as the light above him turned on, counting down from five.
They went live.
"Citizens of the New Republic."
"The campaign to decide who will be chosen to lead the New Republic, as Supreme Chancellor, is well underway. Candidates have been out, across many worlds across the expanse of Space, seeking your support and setting out their vision for the New Republic with them at the helm."
"Today the Core News Network is proud to bring the candidates to you at home. On today's program, questions from citizens of the New Republic will be posed directly to the candidates, who will then have the same amount of time each, to provide their answer."
"The New Republic stands in a swirling sea of change, with a virus still at large, conflict within and on our borders, and those of our allies and partners. Tonight, you get to hear what your candidates, propose to do."
"Gentlebeings of the New Republic, welcome to the New Republic Chancellor Debates."
He paused as the audience clapped, for a few moments, the camera panning over the candidates.
"We shall start with our first question from Choom Van-Choom of Choom, yes, you sir in the red shirt." he pointed to a sweaty looking Twi'lek in the audience, who stood up nervously clutching his question, written on a datapad that visibly shook.
"Errrr. Yes. Errrr thank you. There's a lot of people worried right now, about the Sith, err, about the Sith Empire and the Mandolorians. What do you plan to errr, to errrr, to do about a potential war with these factions?"
The Twi'lek sat down as fast as he possible could, and Voren gestured for the first speaker, to answer.