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"Well that’s gonna do it for our Slars with the Stars segment of the show for this week; once again, Kurtiss Vado, a brave man for coming here and sharing his story of how this insane war is decimating his moisture farming business. A truly inspiring display of courage right there for all of us.”
“Speaking of courage, I believe it’s time to give my final word on all of this new news. Now, most people have been scared of coming out with their stories because of the absolutely ravenous press we have nowadays, chewing out anyone who isn’t for the Midichlorian Galactic Order. You can’t disagree with the Jedi for two seconds without being called a Sith sympathizer, and you can't call people to action without being called a warmonger. This insidious censorship is a pervasive enemy that has its tendrils in all of us, in every crevice of economic and social systems that should be free as a bird right now. But it’s a fine sight to see people waking up and understanding exactly what this all actually means. And with this realization, people like Kurtiss can finally just get on up and explain their plights. It’s never happened quite like this before, people now finally have an outlet to vent their frustrations, and channel it into real change, not just with me, but elsewhere where logic and common sense has finally prevailed. People are finally not being afraid.”
“Meanwhile, if you can believe this, you’ve got assholes trying to say I’m making people afraid! I can’t tell you how many planetary governments and their media corporations allied with the Jedi and the Sith are feeding people straight up lies about the state of the war, veneered with silken promises that are about as superficial as the morals these governments pretend they uphold, trying to keep people in submission by saying there's nothing they can do except sit under their bed sucking their thumbs like a clutch of hatchlings. And throughout it all, the one guy trying to get them to come out of hiding, yours truly, is getting mobbed by people who have no idea what the hell they're talking about. They see me, they go after me, without even taking the time to listen. They're like kriffing heat-seeking missiles with a load of flame retardant. They find the nearest source of revolutionary fire, and attempt to snuff it out thinking they're saving their own skin."
"There’s a Dosh expression for this I think: you stare down a scope too long, you lose track of your target. Now these people who say they’re working for your interests, your interests, mind you, are scoped in on the one damn person in this galaxy who’s got a set of balls to actually do so! It speaks volumes about what their real loyalties lie to; they’ve already been subsumed by the Midichlorian collective, they can’t think for themselves anymore. Those damned bacteria have got them so stupid, they don’t even know how to control people anymore. They find an easy target, scope in, and forget to take in the big picture. And I tell you, with this war, it’s going to become more and more evident how willing this “Force” is going to be to use desperate measures to compensate for their lackeys’ incompetence. Just keep your eyes open mates, and prepare yourselves. Something big is on the horizon.”
“Now the show's going to be taking a break for a few days, but we'll be back on Wednesday, same time, same stream. Once again, live from Trandosha, this is Slars Nnthryk, signing off.”
“Speaking of courage, I believe it’s time to give my final word on all of this new news. Now, most people have been scared of coming out with their stories because of the absolutely ravenous press we have nowadays, chewing out anyone who isn’t for the Midichlorian Galactic Order. You can’t disagree with the Jedi for two seconds without being called a Sith sympathizer, and you can't call people to action without being called a warmonger. This insidious censorship is a pervasive enemy that has its tendrils in all of us, in every crevice of economic and social systems that should be free as a bird right now. But it’s a fine sight to see people waking up and understanding exactly what this all actually means. And with this realization, people like Kurtiss can finally just get on up and explain their plights. It’s never happened quite like this before, people now finally have an outlet to vent their frustrations, and channel it into real change, not just with me, but elsewhere where logic and common sense has finally prevailed. People are finally not being afraid.”
“Meanwhile, if you can believe this, you’ve got assholes trying to say I’m making people afraid! I can’t tell you how many planetary governments and their media corporations allied with the Jedi and the Sith are feeding people straight up lies about the state of the war, veneered with silken promises that are about as superficial as the morals these governments pretend they uphold, trying to keep people in submission by saying there's nothing they can do except sit under their bed sucking their thumbs like a clutch of hatchlings. And throughout it all, the one guy trying to get them to come out of hiding, yours truly, is getting mobbed by people who have no idea what the hell they're talking about. They see me, they go after me, without even taking the time to listen. They're like kriffing heat-seeking missiles with a load of flame retardant. They find the nearest source of revolutionary fire, and attempt to snuff it out thinking they're saving their own skin."
"There’s a Dosh expression for this I think: you stare down a scope too long, you lose track of your target. Now these people who say they’re working for your interests, your interests, mind you, are scoped in on the one damn person in this galaxy who’s got a set of balls to actually do so! It speaks volumes about what their real loyalties lie to; they’ve already been subsumed by the Midichlorian collective, they can’t think for themselves anymore. Those damned bacteria have got them so stupid, they don’t even know how to control people anymore. They find an easy target, scope in, and forget to take in the big picture. And I tell you, with this war, it’s going to become more and more evident how willing this “Force” is going to be to use desperate measures to compensate for their lackeys’ incompetence. Just keep your eyes open mates, and prepare yourselves. Something big is on the horizon.”
“Now the show's going to be taking a break for a few days, but we'll be back on Wednesday, same time, same stream. Once again, live from Trandosha, this is Slars Nnthryk, signing off.”
The red light from the camera in front of him turned off, as Slars relaxed back into his chair, breathing a sigh of relief. It was unexpectedly a hard business, talking and looking good on a Holonet livestream. What he wouldn’t give for a good drink and a nap right now.
“Great job, quite honestly the best one yet,” said a ginger-haired human lad eagerly off to Slars right. Vik Trysson, one of Galactic Liberation Network’s new correspondants, and a great talker. He had a much better natural knack for show biz than Slars did. If the Trandoshan news host ever took a vacation, this kid would probably be one of the first people he picked to temporarily replace him.
A few other employees, including a Rodian camera director, three cameramen, some Mon Calamari geek monitoring the social media feed, and the couple of journalists that had reported on his show, were now clapping vigorously and hooting to show their approval. Certainly, it was a small group, but one that hung on his every word. Slars wasn’t one to succumb to a savior complex, but the growing amount of loyal supporters working in his newsroom was indeed a confidence booster.
He motioned with his hands to calm them down, jostling the padded shoulders of his expensive, grey suit. He adjusted his blood red ascot, stretching as he got out of his chair.
“If it’s my best one, hopefully it’ll leave the biggest crater. Zakkar,” he said, referring to the Mon Cal. “I’ll be back in a few minutes, going to get some fresh air. Get me a report on the fallout, I want to know what my people are thinking.”
A curt nod was all he needed from him; the Trandoshan exited the studio and entered the hallway outside, stepping into the turbolift to take him down to the lobby of the building he worked in.
Somehow, within the confines of the lift, he felt as though he was being watched. He shook his head and shoulders, trying to dispel the feeling.
Was just the midichlorians talking again.