Ganato Trell
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- May 14, 2019
- Messages
- 7
- Reaction score
- 1
THE PIRATE BROADCAST 2 DAYS EARLIER
- Broadcast Origin - Unknown
"Life on the Rim might not be easy friends, but never forget that there are friends among you that work to make it easier. Every day in every corner of the galaxy, armies of the unseen work to keep you free and keep you riding on into the endless future of sun and shine. Yes, friends, the fight never ends. Not so long as there as a single soul left sick and with seldom any help to be found. The Empire may try to wash over these worlds like a wave, but the rim worlds are like rocks. They don't break to water. But even out here we gotta keep our own alive. And if that takes a mad dash for no cash, then that's what it'll take. That's right friends, the alliance has a ride to the rescue on the horizon. So don't you stop for a second keeping that flame of hope alive, cus we're coming with ten thousand gallons of gazto glug to burn the oppressors down!
Gotta dash, cus this guns gotta prep for the run. Till next time, always remember.
Trell Talk Don't Stop."
TERMINUS
Ketezek Mining Outpost
Mid Day
The star beat down hot on Ketezek on the bitter rocky world Terminus. Not much was to be said for the comfort and luxury of a world that had nothing but scattered mining outposts and destitute refugee homesteaders that were trying to survive on the barren world. Still it was a world that was considered mostly free. Free from the Empire, free the Mandalorians, and free the misery of the brewing galactic war that was doomed to consume the entire galaxy into chaos that would see no clean victor at the end.
Ketezek was the largest of the mining outposts on the world, and had one of the few above ground rivers that ran across the surface. It allotted itself as a trade hub for what little offworld trade came through, and was often the first stop for anyone that came onto the dismal hot world.
And for a mission to help a newly sprung refugee camp of pour travelers that were escaping the Imperial onslaught, it was inevitable that here would be its start.
On worlds such as Terminus, the Galactic Alliance was rebuilding itself. And when Ganato Trell started broadcasting his illegal programs in the nearby system, it was plain enough that some sort of operation was to come. Just basic propaganda and the usual hearing himself talk was all it was, but it certainly did it well. His signal came from his small transport and only covered within the system. But he had hope that one day those signals might be more widespread.
He had heard the call of Ketezek, just as some others of the Galactic Alliance. Though they could supply very little to the aid workers that had banded together to make the run to the refugee camp, any guns would be better then none.
Ganato Trell rode into the town with his swoop bike. The hovertrucks were already loaded and stocked, prepared for the convoy. He made himself known loudly and bombastically.
"Anyone call for a wave rider!?" He mused loudly with a smile. "Got a gun that's ready to run."
They trucks were not armed nor armored, and there were bandits on the road between them and the camp. Those that would take the supplies and sell them back at horrendous prices. That wouldn't do.
Trell knew that there would be other Galactic Alliance members arriving, his contact had informed him of that, but he had to wait for them to make their presence known.
@Kae'Leigh Tameris @Gerruf
- Broadcast Origin - Unknown
"Life on the Rim might not be easy friends, but never forget that there are friends among you that work to make it easier. Every day in every corner of the galaxy, armies of the unseen work to keep you free and keep you riding on into the endless future of sun and shine. Yes, friends, the fight never ends. Not so long as there as a single soul left sick and with seldom any help to be found. The Empire may try to wash over these worlds like a wave, but the rim worlds are like rocks. They don't break to water. But even out here we gotta keep our own alive. And if that takes a mad dash for no cash, then that's what it'll take. That's right friends, the alliance has a ride to the rescue on the horizon. So don't you stop for a second keeping that flame of hope alive, cus we're coming with ten thousand gallons of gazto glug to burn the oppressors down!
Gotta dash, cus this guns gotta prep for the run. Till next time, always remember.
Trell Talk Don't Stop."
TERMINUS
Ketezek Mining Outpost
Mid Day
The star beat down hot on Ketezek on the bitter rocky world Terminus. Not much was to be said for the comfort and luxury of a world that had nothing but scattered mining outposts and destitute refugee homesteaders that were trying to survive on the barren world. Still it was a world that was considered mostly free. Free from the Empire, free the Mandalorians, and free the misery of the brewing galactic war that was doomed to consume the entire galaxy into chaos that would see no clean victor at the end.
Ketezek was the largest of the mining outposts on the world, and had one of the few above ground rivers that ran across the surface. It allotted itself as a trade hub for what little offworld trade came through, and was often the first stop for anyone that came onto the dismal hot world.
And for a mission to help a newly sprung refugee camp of pour travelers that were escaping the Imperial onslaught, it was inevitable that here would be its start.
On worlds such as Terminus, the Galactic Alliance was rebuilding itself. And when Ganato Trell started broadcasting his illegal programs in the nearby system, it was plain enough that some sort of operation was to come. Just basic propaganda and the usual hearing himself talk was all it was, but it certainly did it well. His signal came from his small transport and only covered within the system. But he had hope that one day those signals might be more widespread.
He had heard the call of Ketezek, just as some others of the Galactic Alliance. Though they could supply very little to the aid workers that had banded together to make the run to the refugee camp, any guns would be better then none.
Ganato Trell rode into the town with his swoop bike. The hovertrucks were already loaded and stocked, prepared for the convoy. He made himself known loudly and bombastically.
"Anyone call for a wave rider!?" He mused loudly with a smile. "Got a gun that's ready to run."
They trucks were not armed nor armored, and there were bandits on the road between them and the camp. Those that would take the supplies and sell them back at horrendous prices. That wouldn't do.
Trell knew that there would be other Galactic Alliance members arriving, his contact had informed him of that, but he had to wait for them to make their presence known.
@Kae'Leigh Tameris @Gerruf