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“Good morning Coruscant and good morning Galaxy!” Geoff Strussmann greeted his viewers as his daily morning show, The Blue Milk Review, began. After his usual cheery greeting, Strussmann’s face grew serious. “We have some troubling news to report this morning. Our hearts go out to the victims of the recent terrorist attacks. As you have probably heard, the main campus of the University of Coruscant was devastated about sixteen standard hours ago. The black hole exhibit was infiltrated and an unstable singularity was generated. Physicists worry that the event could have swallowed the entire system of Coruscant. In the aftermath, the Valorum Memorial Library was destroyed, killing hundreds.”
The newscaster shook his head gravely and looked down at a stack of papers in front of him. “As if this unspeakable tragedy wasn’t enough, the terrorists struck again in the middle of the night, destroying such and such clock tower and random business tower 639,028. The total death count is not yet recorded, but one thing is clear. Coruscant and the rest of the Republic are just beginning the process of mourning. After these messages, we’ll be right back with this morning’s guests, Tar’Qui and the Kalunas. Stay with us.” As the commercials began playing, Geoff wiped the sweat from his brow. He truly was terrified, but he had tried to remain calm for the sake of the Republic and his audience. It wasn’t his job to analyze the attacks since his show wasn’t supposed to be focused on serious news. This had just been too big to ignore however, and the network had ordered him to mention it in his first segment.
The most terrifying aspect was that the Sith were behind the attacks, but he didn’t want to scare his audience with such news. For most of them, it was too early in the morning to think about such things. Fortunately, that was all behind him and he was looking forward to presenting his guests to his viewers. Tar’Qui was a beautiful lethan Twi’lek dancer who had gained popularity and was now considered among the greatest popular dancers of the time. The lights flashed, and when he had the go sign, he looked right into the camera. “And we’re back folks, joining me now is Tar’Qui and the Kalunas!” The group of female Twi’leks danced out vivaciously onto the stage in front of Strusmann’s desk as peppy synthesizer music pounded out from the studio speakers.
Suddenly, everything went wrong. Shortly after the Twi’leks took the stage, a Togorian charged into the room, followed aggressively by two others. Screams could be heard over the broadcast as the room became panicked, and people began running for the door. Although it was not visible over the holonet, the Togorian used the Force to close and lock the doors, preventing any escape. The studio fell into tense silence as the people accepted their fate. With his accomplices backing him up, Felinus addressed the rolling holocameras. “Greetings Republic, I am Darth Felinus. The Dark Lord of the Sith has a message for you, which I am here to deliver.”
Since Tyris had not told Felinus specifically what to say, there was some leeway in the words that the Sith now chose. The sentiment was right on target however. “The Sith Order has assumed control of the Empire. Darth Tyris is the new Emperor, and the Imperial Navy is under our direct control. The Ascendant War will finally crush your little rebellion, and the Sith Empire will bring a new age of darkness to every world in the galaxy. The five brothers of the Corellian system will soon fall to our power. The Sith are unstoppable. The light will die and the dark side will rule eternal. Lord Evertus and Lord Avarice accompany me in bringing this message to you. The pitiful lives that we have ended serve as a foretaste of the doom to come. So that you will not forget the warning that we bring, your idol Tar’Qui will be sacrificed to the spirit of Exar Kun, whom we honor by our actions on this day.”
As Darth Felinus pronounced the beautiful creature’s death sentence, Tar’Qui shrieked and tried to crawl away. She had been shoved up against the front of Strussmann’s desk, and had cowered in terror behind the Sith Lords. As she reached stage right, Felinus reached out with his paw, gripping her body through the Force. Her chest was extended away from the Sith as she struggled futilely to resist and escape. Her arms were stretched out to either side, held in place by invisible hands. Inch by inch, Felinus dragged her hovering form towards him, rotating her to face the audience. He held her body turned towards himself. All at once he released her body, and struck forwards with his paw before she began to fall. His extended claws ripped into the tender cyan flesh of her conditioned lower belly. Tearing through the abdominals, Felinus’ razor claws hooked under her ribcage, cracking through or uprooting the bones as they rushed upwards. Vital organs and mammary tissue splattered the room as the Fist’s paw shredded the Twi’lek’s supple blue breasts to ribbons. She was dead before she hit the ground.
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