Dahonis City, Indupar
“They are ready for you, Your Highness.”
Galek gave his aide Nadria a simple nod of his head in response, taking a moment to straighten his attire before facing towards the cameras. Of all the ways Galek had hoped to spend his Life Day holiday, giving yet another press statement wasn’t it. What had started as a peaceful vacation had been completely interrupted by news of what had occurred on Mon Cala, followed by a statement made by the so-called ‘White Lion of Zaa Fenn’. In under an hour, Galek issued nearly a dozen commands from his data-pad whilst making his way back to his office.
A simple hand-gesture was given, and within moments the cameras began rolling. The logo of the ISC was proudly displayed with accompanying music before cutting to Galek himself. The Induparan stood behind a podium flanked by a row of ISC banners, dressed immaculately in a gold-and-black Sherwani, dark hair styled perfectly into place.
“People of the Galaxy,” He began, hazel eyes fixated straight ahead as he spoke. “It is with a heavy heart that I come before you now. In the past few hours, we have been subjected to the heartbreaking images pouring in from Mon Cala, and we have heard the cowardly boastings of the terrorists who have perpetuated one of the worst acts of terrorism in living memory.”
He frowned. “Our heartfelt prayers go out to families of Mon Cala, though we know that words alone cannot hope to ease the pain that you are going through.”
He straightened, gripping the sides of his podium tightly. “I stand before you now, to proclaim that the ISC will not turn a blind eye to the people of Mon Cala. While cowards will turn their backs on a newly independent Mon Cala, we will not sit idle while millions of innocent civilians suffer from Syndicate terrorism.”
“To that end, the ISC has deployed a large-scale ISCRA convoy to Mon Cala. Medical supplies, trained personnel and dozens of transport vessels are in route as we speak, accompanies by one of the ISC’s Three-Fold-Fleets.” As Galek spoke, the broadcast briefly cut away from himself. Instead, millions watching would be witness to images of military and medical vessels alike being prepared and punching into orbit.
“The full strength of the ISC’s humanitarian aid will be at the disposal of Mon Cala and all her people - to tend to those who have been wounded and aid in repairing the damage to the best of our ability. In addition, the citizens of Mon Cala will be accepted into the ISCRA and expedited through the standard wait-period - in order to place families onto aquatic worlds within ISC territory with utmost speed.”
His eyes narrowed slightly, keeping his gaze fixated straight ahead. “To the cowards that have commited these atrocities, know that the ISC fully stands behind Mon Cala and her people. Just as we will proudly stand behind any world that is threatened by Gareth Ginn and terrorists like him. The Three-Fold-Fleet has been given strict orders, and any attempt to interfere with relief efforts - from whomever it may come - will not be tolerated, and will be met with nothing short of swift and decisive retribution.
"This will serve as your first and only warning.”
Galek knitted his hands together in front of him. “To the people of Mon Cala, know that you are not alone, and that help is on the way. Together - as a galaxy united - we will get through this.” With that, the broadcast finally came to an end - cutting back to the ISC logo and accompanying music before fading to black.
