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"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for tuning in with us tonight. Check out the rest of the interview, only at CNN-on-the-holonet, and be sure to check out "Krass", the epic bio-holo on the rise, fall, and death of the late Senator, in holo-theatres and 4-D everywhere next week."
"Did I seem pretentious? I feel like I seemed pretentious... Come on TR-8R, hit me. Be honest. I can take it."
"Beep beep boop"
"Oh, stuff it. You wouldn't know pretentious if it bit your shiny metal ass."
"Did I seem pretentious? I feel like I seemed pretentious... Come on TR-8R, hit me. Be honest. I can take it."
"Beep beep boop"
"Oh, stuff it. You wouldn't know pretentious if it bit your shiny metal ass."
Dreste Cometfire leaped lithely from the hover limo and into a riotous blur of flashing lights, screaming fans, and entertainment reporters of all shapes, colors, and sizes shouting questions in more languages than the interpreter drones could keep up with. The subtle and tasteful shininess of his dark, sharply cut suit reflected mesmerizing patterns of lights from the strobing LED's of the recorder-bots. The star fixed the crowd with a brilliant smile, his eyes flashing with humor and mischief, his hands waving, it seemed, at each and every man, woman, and indeterminate fleshy blob present. This was the big night. His night. And also the other guys night, he supposed.
KRASS
The over stylized lettering adorned every available surface- from the surrounding holo-billboards and the interview line back drop, to hats and shirts, to the slow moving sky-hook banner floating lazily past over head with spotlights swinging wildly beneath it, to the plastic cups and cheap novelties in the hands of the children present. The studio had gone all out on this one, he thought to himself. Marketing was everything nowadays. Even the invited attendees of tonight's event were carefully selected to heighten the profile. Krass' daughter, whatever her name was, the architect of his downfall, Lars Warren- that would have been a fun role to play too, but his co-star had done an alrightish job- and even a variety of Senators and Correllian planetary politicians of varying degrees of scumminess... Tonight, there was a place for everyone. Dres hoped Breezy was one of those people-creatures.
This was quiet a step up from the indie flicks he was known and idolized for. Not even his groundbreaking role as Hando Duo in Galaxy Wars had garnered this much attention (though his cult following for that one was incredible- he couldn't go a Rodian hour without a new convention invite rolling in). The production was finished. The die was cast. The cast was cast. They were mere days from opening weekend. Fate- and, of course, Dreste Cometfire's unparalleled acting chops- would now determine if KRASS would go down in history as an epic artistic masterpiece, or an overwrought dramatization of a power hungry monkey-lizard and his ignoble death.
For his part- that part being the star of the holo- The masterful imitator of the titular Senator Aren Krass himself... well, he was just here to look good, have a good time, and watch the bloody movie finally. To that end, he plodded gracefully down the long, plush red carpet, waving and smiling and waving and smiling and waving and smiling, dodging interviewers and winking seductively at particularly attractive humanoid fans.
@Prudence @Poop Fairy @Nor'baal @Outlander
#Neverforget #Krassgate
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