Tabloid The number of people who call Firrerre of Firre has increased

[Lîsabé Hanivel]

The number of people who call Firrerre of Firre has increased

After suffering a devastating attack by the Sith, the once beautiful planet of Firrerre became totally devastated. Experts informed us that the attack caused large fires that resulted in powerful firestorms across the entire world. They believe that most of the planet fauna and flora perished during these fires.

However something unusual happened due to this situation: the number of people that call Firrerre as Firre increased in these last months. It started as a joke in the Holonet, but now several beings outside it are also calling the planet this way!

We interviewed people in Coruscant and 80% of them believe that the charred remains of the Firrerreo's homeworld should be renamed to Firre.

However, this situation is also causing controversy. There is some groups that believe that changing the name of the planet to Firre would be disrespectful to the survivors.

Now we want to know what you, who are watching us, think of this situation. Should the name of Firrerre change to Firre? Yes or No. We are waiting your votes in the Hydian Voice adress in the Holonet.

 

[Laeonas Tannaras]

The hospital room was quiet, apart from the beeping of a heart monitor. The patient stirred, speaking words noone could hear, lips flapping without sounds escaping. In the background, a holo played, meant to keep him occupied. Meant to keep a mindbroken, force wielding genocide survivor occupied.

The man continued to mutter, replying to cries that still echoed in his head. "Can't do anythin'... Ai'm sorry... so sorry..." He whimpered, closing his eyes and sobbing. No tears came; he'd long ago run out, face stained with marks where salt continued to flow. "Please... get out... get out, please..." He whispered, rubbing his eyes with a free hand. "Can't do this, can't 'ear ya... can't save ya... Ai'm sorry..." He continued, though his begging wasn't met with any answers. Only more, desperation, cries for help.

Than the holo played something else. It was a reading on some network an old fling of his used to watch; HMZ. The article was being repeated word for word, borderline plagiarism, if one ignored the awful quips from the human male host and his scantily clad twi'lek counterpart. This kind of coverage hadn't prompted anything from the man, going over random celebrating scandals, mentions of politicians, speculation on Emryc Thorne's favorite positions, the usual drivel.

Except for one thing.

His ears twitched when he heard the words, heard mentions of where he'd been. Heard mentions of what had happened; to that world, to it's people.

To him.

"Nah..." He said aloud, trembling slightly as he lay there. The heartbeat monitor began to pick up, as Laeonas' thin, injured body began to rock back and forth. "Nah, nah, nah... naaaaaaahhhh..." He continued, reaching up to grab his head with both hands. His untrimmed facial hair stuck out, and he began to pull at it with his fingers, muttering.

The voices grew louder. A throbbing in his head rang over everything, overwhelming his senses. "NaaaaaAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGHHH!!!!" He began to yell. The medical instruments on the table besides him began to rattle. Cabinets began to stir, and the very ground started to shake. "NO! NO NO NO NO NO! GET OUT! GO BACK IN! YER NOT OUT 'ERE, YER IN THERE!" He yelled, looking at the holo. Aquamarines burned, bloodshot as he reached out and crushed the screen with a thought.

His ailments had been entirely auditory. The voices on the TV had been real, unlike the rest. but they couldn't have brought up a worse subject of conversation for him. They couldn't have blended in to the crowd so easily. Laeonas didn't even register that the holo was any different, despite it's visual component. Those voices in his head were just as real as theirs; paired with some images, it all just blended together. But that screen was gone, and with it, the two trash holo morons who'd been repeating one "Lisabe Hanivel's" coverage.

But the voices of the host and hostess didn't go away. They repeated the lines in his head; they had joined the rest, joined the others. Joined the billions who'd taken up residency in his mind. Joined the cacophony of voices, the screaming multitudes. Firrerre burned like a crematorium, billions of bodies thrown into it. The attack hadn't claimed Laeonas'-- his body was here, and it was mostly intact.

But his mind had gone to ash.

"GAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!" He screeched, ripping out clumps of his own hair and screaming even louder. The heart monitor was disconnected as objects in the room began to fly. The table next to him smashed into the nearest wall. The cabinet doors were ripped off their hinges, and chairs were thrown at the doors and the observation window. "NOOOAAAAAAAAUUGGGHHHH! OOOOUUUUUAAAAAT! OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT!"

He threw himself off the bed, not caring for a second that several of the bones in his legs were broken. He smashed his head against the nearbye wall. Than he smashed it again. The guards finally managed to enter the room, and Laeonas stopped, turning his attention to them.

"Can't stop... can't stop them... can't stop any of them..." He began, stepping back, cowering from them both. The two officers stood, pointing blasters at the poor madman. Their eyes burned with the same looks he'd gotten when he was cornered in alleys as a child by the officers of his world. They burned now, and they burned for him. They burned like the bodies of those who whispered in his head now.

"They'll burn us all.. burn it all, BURN IT ALL!!" He screamed. The utensils that had rattled off the tray flew forward. Impaling themselves in the guard's armor, it did little, though one would let out a scream as a knife entered his eye. "NO! GET OUT!" The man cried. No more screaming, no more to join the rest. No more voices.

Lunging forward, Laeonas would have proceeded to pin the officer down. If nothing would be done, he'd hit him. Than he'd hit him again. Again, and again he'd pummel, until all that would be left of the man's head was shattered bone and flesh paste.

But there was one other officer in the room, one who wouldn't let Laeonas reach his partner.

With a single stun blast, the man was brought down, trembling and still screaming as he finally slipped into unconsciousness.

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