A Horde in the Clone Wars (Star Wars AU)

[Grimmatt]

One thing that very few people ever considered, among those that knew of his talent with shatterpoints at least, was just how many little ripples and shatterpoints that the war caused. Every day was something of a headache that never fully abated, and every time Skywalker was brought up it was like a trio of particularly energetic younglings decided to use his head as a drum, but decided to use picks instead.

And then, this broadcast came from over the Holonet. He paused a moment, as the shatterpoints whirled and span like a blinding snowstorm, until there was that familiar twitch and throbbing of the vein that only happened when one of Skywalker's more absurd stunts occurred.

Now? Now he was feeling nothing, all emotion and sensation scrapped out of him with molten glass and freezing water, leaving a void of utter tranquility and serenity behind. Still, he rises and nods to the other council members, as he speaks in a calm and conversational tone, as if discussing the weather or a matter of no great importance, not a single trace or speck of dark inside of him or his presence,

"Pardon me. I need to go and force choke a bitch."



AN; So, this little thought came up at work today, after reading about Windu's shatterpoints and how Ani gives him a headache. So, on hearing the broadcast interlude (I be working on shit).... yeah, let me know if its funny!

 

[Grimmatt]

(Written by Vensers Prodigy on Spacebattles)

Meetra woke to the dirge of bleak bells mourning her rest. At least, that's what it felt like. While the force has many cures for hangovers, insufficient sleep was much more difficult. Her fist flew out and righteously smite the fel alarm clock by her bed.

"Five more minutes..."

As her mind slowly acclimated to her return from the domain of dreams, the shattered steel upon her table began to shift. Crumpled dents unfurled as torn hinges latched upon screws stripped minutes ago. And exactly five minutes later, the bells tolled once more. A calamitous cacophony sounded the signal for her master.

"Enjoyed the festival last night? Or would that be morning Meetra?"

"Master Ulzuin! I was just getting up."

The old Jotun chuckled, a camera tucked away into his apron. Acquiring pictures to embarrass his students with once they had apprentices of their own was one of his favorite hobbies.

"Today will be an important lesson little smith. Come with me, your standard routine is postponed until it is done. That includes breakfast, shower, and changing out of that scandalous sleepwear you're too fond of."

"Yes Master Ulzuin."

The old Jotun trundled out, making his way to the ice and ash beyond the barracks. Lava flowed through conduits carved by his hands millennia ago, still channeling the volcanic bounty beneath their feet. As Meetra arrived, he assumed the same stance he did with his first apprentice when he started this very lesson on the same soil they now stood upon.

"A decade ago, I took you on as my apprentice. You have studied alchemy and have forged trinkets to further your craft and yourself. You have stood upon the shoulders of giants, working to improve upon the legacy of generations. Today, you will learn something else. How to use nothing more than your own power to forge the tools required to survive. These methods were developed during my darkest hour, where my life's work lay shattered before me and my enemies nipped at my heals empowered with stolen secrets. They saved my life, and should the worst happen, may save you as well."

The young apprentice stood, attentive and anxious. Her master had pushed her from a humble slave-girl to a mildly respectable artificer in a mere decade. He has also given her the name she now bore with pride, even if she did not recognize the legacy attached to it she knew she bore expectations of excellence. For such a lesson to be offered was a sign of trust, respect, and an acknowledgement of skill in one.

"I am ready-"

"No, you aren't. Nobody truly is. That is why we are doing this tonight. To bring you any closer to the state you will be in when such techniques are necessary would prevent you from learning them. Your liver is weak from purging so much mead, your limbs are weak from bedding so many of the fairer sex. Your stomach is empty after a night of nothing but junk-food. And you got half of the sleep you need. As was planned."

The words echoed out, like a hammer driving a point into Meetra's skull. Shock told hold, briefly clouding her mind until grim tenacity took the wheel.

"When do we start?"

Ulzuin grinned, as weakness was transmuted to strength before his eyes. Preparing the next generation of artificers for war and peace was one of the hardest challenges the Jotun faced. The warsworn were the worst of the worst, with the most bad habits and the least time. And what kind of Jotun would he be if he didn't enjoy the challenge?

 

[Grimmatt]

It had been almost a week since the Jotun, savage and wild, had broadcasted their atrocities and declaration of war across the holonet. They had not tried to hide anything, nor had they called for assistance. They merely announced that the end of the Hutts was at hand and showed images of brutal and senseless deaths.

But, it had taken time for the outrage to gather and ferment, for the senate to be packed full of delegates that spoke of the atrocities occurring and that even if the Hutts were not part of the republic, perhaps this was the chance to bring them on board, to annex them and bring them into the fold? Many voices spoke of potential profits that could be had, even as many others pointed out, quite reasonably, that the Hutts were gangsters and slavers and NOT members of the republic.

So, it came as a surprise when another call came from them, this time addressed to the Senate. Its message was simple, blunt and to the point.

"We have no interest in you. We have no desire to have anything to do with your republic or your current conflict. However, we understand that you in the core have trouble understanding basic concepts and will likely try and force our hand. Make no mistake, we freely acknowledge that we are not able to pay the price to hold a core world. When we compare the benefits to the costs involved, the core worlds are not worth the effort. However, in the interest of history showing us that you will require proof..."

The figure trailed off for a handful of moments, before their comms blared and screamed, reports of Alsakan rippling and cascading with fire as it tore itself apart, reducing itself to slag as the figure looked on, impassive.

"To us, the only value a core world has is as a message. You will leave us to wage our war on the hutts. And then we shall depart. If you decide to wage war, to accept the hutts into the republic, we will detonate all of the devices that we put in place twenty three years ago and crush the cores beating heart with the press of a single button. You have been warned."

And with that, the call winked out, the silence stretching on as the core worlders now had to wonder if it was worth it, if THEY would bleed for a prize.

 

[Grimmatt]

So, finally got around to crossposting from spacebattles. I welcome feedback and omakes

 

[Drifter090]

I love it! I really really like the characterization of Anakin that you have going. It's really interesting to me to think of him portrayed as a series of masks both physically and in the force that he put upon himself to hide his core from the masters, I would be very interested to see more of him getting these layers steadily worn away and more of his truer nature coming to the fore.

 

[Grimmatt]

Thank ye! And yeah, lets just say that Anakin is sort of going to be weird once he fully embraces both aspects of his heritage. Granted, same time not sure if I can really do him justice as the Jotun horde rampages through Hutt space.

As for who his core self is? Anakin is a story and a role, the Slave Who Makes Free, a trickster and laughing rogue who steals the slaves away from under the masters nose and leads them along the sky roads to the free and wild places. He is a mask that changes with and is reflected with every teller, each just as true as the last and the next. She is the hand that gives his siblings in chains the way to freedom, even as they dance and fool the master on their cruel throne.

So, complicated

 

[Grimmatt]

Two Days after Stormfall
(Tatooine, The Dune Sea)

It came as a feeling at first, even as the whispers of the hutts, of the masters, having been overthrown across several worlds, as slaves rose up and figures of myth and legend came from the stars to place fire in their hands, that they may water their lips with blood to celebrate freedom. And yet, even if the masters were tense, it was the grandmothers that noted it first, and those children of the desert who could see into the ether noted it.

It was a sense of stillness, of anticipation, of something long awaited coming at last. The tribes of the desert heard her first, as her welcoming roar echoed across the winds, as the walls of the cities trembled and the slaves perked their head at the Elder Sisters call, even as a singular ship entered into orbit moving to a strange circle of standing stones as old as any could remember, the vessel ignoring the hutts hails.

The brave and the foolish gaped in awe, as from her lair came Leia The Mighty One. A dragon of vast size (those who considered such things important claimed that she stood at five meters at the shoulder, and stretched to nearly twenty from her maw to the tip of her tail) and whose form was scales of the shifting sand and unyielding stone. In her eyes was the fire of the suns, and her bearing was that of a queen who ruled all she surveyed. And she was no queen without crown!

Atop her head nine gleaming pearls sat, or objects that were alike to peals as the moons were to pebbles. Each shone with an inner light, gleaming in colors of the visible spectrum and in ways that the waking mind could not describe, but could very much feel. This was a crown of power and freedom, of wisdom and healing and war, of the glory and the duty and of deep abiding friendship that longed to be more.

And from that ship came a host, an honor guard as they saluted the Mighty One, and a figure emerged, giving out an answering roar that was the thunder of a grand horn. He was a giant even among Jotun at five meters tall, and he was a pillar of muscle. It was not that of a bodybuilder, but it was not the lean build of an athlete such as a swimmer. No, it was the massive bulk of a warrior, who lived and breathed and waged endless war.

And these two giants, giving matching bellows rushed to the center of the stone ring, bodies colliding with the force of a thunderclap, the shockwave of Leia and Jorm's meeting, as they moved to grapple and throw each other as they laughed and spoke (after a fashion), as force was pitted against force. They shoved and and threw each other, struck each other striking blows that made the ground quake from the impact against the other and whose shockwaves knocked over those who came too close.

Eventually, as the sands rose, as the dust cloud from their violence and wrestling match covered the ring some day and a half later, the sounds from that ring turned from indications of a martial contest to a marital one. At that, the Children of Jorm and the slaves and tribes of the desert shook their heads, amused, even as the warsworn invited the others into tents and pavilions.

After all, even if their father had business with Jabba, well, Leia demanded his first attention when he came this way.

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Stormfall
(Nar Shadda, Strell House)

This had once been a place of charity, healing and compassion, even when it had been taken over by a sith in ages past to form a cult. To be sure, they had done it for a relic, and yet... this place remained a place of hope, comfort holding onto its walls even now in later ages as it was buried far below the new surface of the gamblers moon.

And it was for this reason, that a number of women gathered here in the dark, a simple idol now placed down, as they kneeled and prayed. And while many on the surface would sneer and shake their heads at this foolishness, these Valkyrie had a reason to have faith. For as they prayed the idol began to glow, its ivory light radiating Love and Compassion as a form gathered from the light.

She was a giant made of light, clad in a feathered robe that whispered of the hopes and dreams, that offered comfort even as the matron walked forward, a smile on her face, reaching down to her sworn daughters. "Come now little ones, there is work to be done." And so she smiled, as her eyes full of stars, radiating love and hope and joy and determination as the others rose.

All of them had spears strapped to their backs, drums on their wrists, as they exited the house, and began to play, light drifting off of them like mist, seeping into the poisoned duracrete of the moon, tainted by ages of greed and misery. Yet, to the wretches in the dark and the laughing slugs above, a medicine was rising, a poison that could overthrow empires and shatter the galaxy.

For as they sang in the dark, they brought health and hope with them.

 

[Grimmatt]

Will get around to Shelling 4 and Final soon. Mostly just wondering what people think of the paragon and the dreamer? And no, I'm not going to post ze smut scenes on another site. Will likely continue a little subplot that is 'romance' adjacent.

Also, Jorm is a five meter tall Saxton Hale. This is intentional. This is also a continuation of the fact that Goretide is The Pyro.

 

[Grimmatt]

To speak of the Jotun, you must come to accept that they are creatures of paradox, a people who embrace contradiction as something natural. They defy many expectations, for they see no reason to cater to outsiders opinions. At the same time they delight in learning more of other cultures and modes of thought that they can incorporate it with their own practices. They prefer to speak the truth, but one must always remember that many things are true from certain points of view.

Jotun know from where they came and why they were made, and as such, see no reason to be ashamed of acting as according to their purpose, that is, to wage war. At the same time, they are living creatures with thoughts and wills of their own, and how does one come closer to ones creator than the very act of creation? And it is into this that one comes to the crux how how the Jotun view their life and the world around them.

One of the first things outsiders will note about them is the almost riotous explosion of color, symbols, artwork and music, that the Jotun are almost always pursuing one of their two great passions, Art or War. Their economy is almost entirely a military one and they see next to no separation between civilian and military life, even if they are able to recognize that not all share this view. And yet, amid all of this chaos, there is the underlaying sense of order, how the chaos blends and moves to form a greater and more unified whole.

This extends to how the Jotun wage war. At first glance they are not a race of soldiers, they are warriors, fighting either alone or in small groups. And then as one keeps an eye on the battlefield, things become clear, that each small group is part of the whole and acts as one.

But, to continue on the topic. The Jotun are a created species. They have purpose. Other mortals need to search for theirs, but the Jotun, much like droids, know theirs literally from birth. Yet, they do not spend their every moment with war in mind (even if most topics do eventually relate) for there is a simple fact. They are individuals with desires and wills of their own, interests and dislikes that are determined by themselves and not of their purpose.

To their thought, there is no need to choose between the two aspects, as they are both part of the singular whole.

 

[Grimmatt]

Come close child and listen, for I am about to tell you a story that might save your life.

Ages ago, long before Depur came from the dark beyond the stars, another came by this world. A warrior giant, he had been rushing between wars and battles among the stars and came down to rest his head for a time. But, he did not just stride up to the oasis and pitch his tent! No, this one went to Ar-amu's dwelling and knocked on the door.

"Greetings Grandmother! I am Jorm and I seek a place to rest my head. As this is your home, and the home of your children, might I have your blessing to pitch my tent in the shade?"

As he spoke, the Grandmother of the desert listened and considered his words. "You may, but things have been hard of late for me and my children, and we barely have any water or food for ourselves."

At this Jorm nodded and laughed. "Ah, this is no worries! Ah, before I go to pitch my tent, I have almost forgot! A gift to commemorate our meeting!" At this, Ar-Amu tensed, thinking that this outlander was going to be demanding things of her, before he reached into his chest and took out several flasks of fresh clear water and a bag full of a bread laden with nuts and honey. "For you and your children."

At this, the giant winked, and moved to pitch his tent, though he was gone in the morning, rested and ready to resume his wars among the stars.

He returned several times, each time brining small but helpful things, or even pretty little things for the children as they asked. He was quick to laugh and always willing to help his hosts and asked merely that he was allowed to rest for several hours.

It was on one of these stops, that he beheld Leia, daughter of Ekkreth, when she was still young, but aye, even in her youth she was The Mighty One! At this, there was a glint in the giants eye, as he walked up to her, bold as unbared steel and asked a very simple question. "I hear you are called the mighty one! My own people call me the worldshaker for my great strength! Would you do me the honor of a wrestling match?"

There was a smile on the giants face, but it was an innocent one and eager for the challenge. Leia herself looked at him and scoffed. "It will take me no great effort to best you!" And with this, she leaped forward and they began to wrestle! Now, Leia was young then, and while mighty indeed, she was not used to one that could match her in physical might and was far more experienced than she in the wrestling ring. And so, this first match, she lost as she was pinned to the ground, Jorm bleeding from her claws even as there was a smile on his face.

As she rose in a huff, her pride affronted and wounded, for she was the dragon and what dragon enjoys losing, Jorm laughed and handed her a pearl. It shone with an inner light, of the suns setting and fires dancing. To celebrate the contest he claimed... and motivation he hoped that their next bout might be even better!

And so, each time Jorm came to Tatooine from then on he has always met the Elder sister were he he first wrestled with her, where in later trips he made a great ring for their bouts. It was on her first victory that she claimed the first prize she so desired, the secret of fashioning the pearls. And so Jorm taught her, and she in turn passed it to the other dragons, that they might possess jewels of their own... even as hers were the grandest of them all!

But many other prizes did she claim, even as soon enough Jorm and Leia have settled into never truly finishing their bouts when they meet.

 

[Grimmatt]

So, will be asking everyone, what do they want to see after the Circumtore arc? Not the fate of Jabba, I have... plans for him and the other leaders of the Hutt Clans that will be unfolding. Also, impressions of recent chapters?

Also, fun little fic I came across that actually looks at the Philosophy of the Sith (chapter I'm linking), at least before Bane.

 

[Grimmatt]

Nine Hours After Stormfall
(Palace of the Shell, Councils Hall)

Inside of the hall, as the remaining Hutts screamed and yelled at each other, as accusations of treachery and dirty maneuvers flew (already more than one had been torn from their shells to suffocate), even as the they could all hear it, echoing and ringing in their minds, in their souls. the echoing tolls of uncountable bells. These bells were deep and mournful, each ringing pulse seeming to make them shudder, to make the metal of their shells vibrate and sound in turn.

Yet, there is finally silence, a stillness that echoes deeper than any noise, as eyes look to the great gates, blast doors that could hold out for hours even from a lightsaber if not just ignore it entirely... as the doors begin to turn red, rusting and turning to dust as the giant figures walk forward, scythes in hand and held out before them. At least one of the awaiting hutts think they see a great shadow over the approaching figures in the dust, a vast shadow that seems to be carved out of reality before the dust shifts and the figure vanishes.

Yet, it is not the giants that spark the fear and terror in the withered hearts of the assembled masters of the Shell Huts. No, it is a slim figure, a slip of a girl, a twi'lek waif glad in simple robes of grey and who wore no shoes. She bore no weapon, and a blindfold was across her eyes. The only thing in her hands was a set of scales, a simple pair that would hardly be out of place in a low tech merchants stall.

And yet, compared to the giants that flanked her, the girls presence could not be ignored. It was steel and calm, it was unforgiving and in her shadow they could see and feel the gazes of every slave that had passed through their hands. From under that blindfold they could feel what was coming, and they shrunk back, even as one, brave in that way that the young, foolish and ambitious so often are, moved forward, bluster clear.

"You come with violence here! Your worlds will burn as our revenge fleets muster! But your kin will not be so lucky as to die, no, they will not! No matter what you choose, if you surrender to the council, your family will be enslaved, your homes burned! Surrender and we will spare them and chain them as we toss you to the..."

He tried to speak, as the girl looked into his eyes, as she said but too words. "No more." And the young hutt fell silent, voice gurgling as he began to scream. And he screamed as if he had gotten the glimpse of the hells that awaited him, as if the chains of the abyss had reached out to claim him, as her hand reached out, caressing the hutts face. It was a surprisingly gentle thing, even as the shadows lengthened and the dust in the room seemed to form countless gates, countless doors.

"No more. It has been long in the coming, but justice, vengeance, is at hand." Her tone is gentle, warm and full of compassion, as the dust rises up, in it the face of every last soul that the hutts in this chamber had consigned to ruin and pain, to the death of chain and body, the tendrils moving and ghosting forwards with hungry and silent intent.

"Leave only the head of the clan untouched for the moment my friends." She smiled then, head cocked. "The warlord requires his presence with the others." And then the dust surged forth, and the leaders of the shell hutts began to scream, as the dead finally had their due.


AN; Short I know, but its all my muse has given me today Just tell me what you think of it!

 

[Grimmatt]

"Because of course they have actual freaking necromancers."

All life eventually returns to the force. This is a truth that the Jedi are aware of, and yet, yet also acknowledge that it is possible for those who die to retain some semblance of individuality, but for the greater part any individuality is lost amid the currents of the force. And then many cultures speak of various heavens and hells that exist after the coil of life has run its course.

Both of these points of view are correct.

Imagine the force as a great sea, with living creatures able to create a small bubble to prevent themselves from being washed away and rejoining the sea. Yet, echoes remain, traces that can hold on, As myths and legends grow, it is possible for these pieces of self to find themselves to gather here once they pass from the world of the living.

It was here that ancient dark jedi plumbed the shallows of the psychic realms of the dead, and from here that drew forth the dark spirits that were used to torment worlds. Of course, they were not the only force using tradition to do so, and in fact many had rather more experience with the matters of what passed after the mortal realm than dreamed of by Sith or Jedi.

It is from this tradition that have arisen an order that has found protection under the Jotun, though it should rather be noted that at least three of the dreamers joined that order before their ascension and have extended their protection thereafter. Naming themselves the Speakers of the Dead, they are a rather quiet monastic order that normally avoids conflict. Instead, they act to maintain monuments to the dead, to soothe the souls of the departed and lead them to rest and to the slay the undead.

However, their war name, the Children of Dust, comes from the one act of what many would consider to be actual necromancy. They do not command the dead, but when the dead cry out for justice, for crimes against them that are unanswered, or if they wish to atone in person, they are able to act as a medium, channeling them into the physical world where they can animate a physical vessel. Most commonly this is dust, and from this comes their name.

Still, they are kind and compassionate... and draw almost exclusively on what most would see as the Light Side of the force, despite the deep connection with the realms of the dead. But, while they are most often loving souls that offer comfort and solace, for all that lives will one day die, there are few things that rouse their ire.

And now, the countless dead that have been screaming for justice for an age, the greedy and devouring hell that is Hutt space will be cleansed. With this campaign, an uncountable number of souls will find peace. And so, ask not for who the bell tolls. It tolls for the hutts.

 

[Grimmatt]

So, just curious how everyone is finding my writing? Just curious as your reviews/comments will help me improve

 

[Grimmatt]

So, mildly curious... how does everyone find things of late and any requests?

Asking mostly as my muse can be a fickle mistress, so always good to ask people. Granted, not a quest, but come on, gimme the ideas!

 

[Grimmatt]

Two Days After Stormfall

It came as a surprise to the galaxy at large, even as the various force sensitives were able to tell (lightsabers and other weapons drawn) that this event was in no way natural as every holocomm in the known galaxy activated at once. It showed a scene that was recognizable in part to the other hutts, located as it was at the heart of Shell Hutt power. There, a crude throne made of discarded shells had been formed, and a massive armored figure sat, a chain in his hand leading to a gargantuan mass of flesh, a collar binding it with runes that hurt the eyes and seemed to twist and shift.

"People of the Galaxy! I am Hordelord Eddard Froststeel, leader of the Jotun Horde! I come to you to let you know that war has been declared against the Hutts and their slaver empire! That the oath I made to The Skywalker will at last be fulfilled as the stars are drowned in their blood and the chains broken! For ages uncounted they have spread their corruption across the stars, and has the republic done anything to curtail them? No, they have not."

There is something about this hordelord that seems dangerous at the moment, savage and on the verge of violence, as he makes a sweeping gesture. "Already the border worlds of the hutts have fallen and we drive into their heart. Our resolve is firm and the only peace that will pass between us is the peace of the grave, as the souls of the hutts are tossed to the shades of those who they used as fuel in life." There is steel, and amusement in his eyes, as he gestures to the mass of flesh at his feet.

"You ask then, why I have this flesh bound and chained at my feet? I, who have declared total war on these slavers? Behold Nullada, lord of the Shell Hutts! You see," the giant here was grinning widely, "I have been informed that it is customary for the leaders of crimes on a grand and weeping scale to be tried separately. Fear not, he will be treated as he deserves, before he, and the other four lords of the Hutts, have their day in court."

He smiles, as other images begin to show, of hutts being burned, slashed, drowned, electrocuted, crushed and a thousand other terrible deaths enacted at the hands of baying mobs, and he begins to laugh. "They shall be tried by the slaves they ruled over, and if they were worthy of mercy, they shall be granted it!"

That smile is feral, as he leans forward. "But, to the Confederacy and Republic, we also have this to say. Stay out of our war as we clean up this mess on the galactic stage."

Leaning back, he bows his head. "And to The Skywalker. My apologies it has taken so long to begin."

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Five Minutes Later
(The Negotiator)

Anakin Skywalker looked at Obi-wan (who was rather disapproving at the moment), Snips (he was not sure if the shock or wonder was worse really) Rex and Cody (both had that 'really sir' expression at the moment) were looking at him, as he raised his hands and said the only thing he could. "Hey, I told you about that dream I had Master, and your the one that said it didn't mean anything!"

Which really, pissed him off. You would think that Obi-Wan would have believed him after last time, after he held the body of his mother in his arms because Obi-wan would just not listen. Because of course it was just him wishing vengeance on the hutts and not a message from something oddly familiar for something he had never seen before.

Still, he inwardly sighed, as the council was just going to be raking him over the coals, he just knew it.

And then, he flinched, something that made Obi-wan sigh and start to lecture him, as he wondered just how Padme was going to react to this.

 

[Grimmatt]

And thus ends the Stormfall arc. Next up a whole bunch of reactions and then the next phase of the war. Don't forget to comment. I like comments and omakes o-o

 

[Grimmatt]

Edited and expanded the finale, as sort of forgot about The Skywalker Dreams

Please anyone who reads this, comment and tell me what you think and offer advice that I may improve!

 

[Grimmatt]

Three Hours After Stormfall Broadcast
(New Order Network)

"This is Danny Vermillion from NON news, coming to you with breaking news of the unprecedented activation of holocommunicators seemingly across the galaxy and the shocking declaration of war by a species of brutal warmongers against our allies in the outer rim, blockading the hyper routes we need to wage the war and preserve lives!"

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(Ryloth Free Radio)

"Do you see my brothers and sisters! While they have not declared for us, who else has taken up arms against those that would oppress and enslave us? For an age we have ridden the storm, but from the humans comes a saying that the hutts should have paid great heed to! They have sown the whirlwind and now they shall reap the full measure of the storms fury! Rise up children of Ryloth! Let us break the chains! Death to the hutts!"

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(The Perre Needmo Newshour)

"Fellow sentient beings of the galaxy, I am not sure of recent events I am sad to say. On the one hand, I left my homeworld because I could not abide the practice of slavery, because keeping other sentient beings in bondage has always struck me as deeply and profoundly wrong. And Vinsoth is a world in the outer rim. The hutts presence there is pervasive and none living there can truly say that they are free of the worry that if they catch the eyes of one of them that a snatcher team could not be sent after them, that situations would arise that place them so deeply in debt that chains soon follow or even that raids of 'pirates' will descend on a world and carry off many that you know and love to the every hungry markets.

Yet, much like how I despair of the current civil war in the republic and the loss of life.... I cannot deny that the ones waging this war have a valid point. That wrongs have been committed and left to fester in the dark for far too long, ignored because it is more convenient to ignore them or too far away to look into the eyes of the broken and hear their cries for help become quieter and more choked as help never comes, as the bright shining republic does not break down the door and bring them out of the darkness.

While I mourn each sentient life that falls, I find myself only able to ask the Jotun this, that they limit the collateral damage."

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(Voice of the People, Naboo News Network)

"Well, we all know the question on everyone's lips! Is the Skywalker mentioned by the Jotun Hordelord one of Naboo's heroes, Anakin Skywalker, who proved instrumental in saving our world from the Trade Federation in their attempted blockade a decade ago? We have reached out to the Jedi Temple, but so far there is no response.

Still, we have begun an investigation into the life of The Hero Without Fear in wake of this, as the question begs to be asked... when was this oath made? Was it before or after he saved our world and what could he have done to have made the leader of this unknown species decide it was fitting to exterminate the hutts in exchange?"

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(Holonet News Network)

"Already, we have reports from the Supreme Chancellors office, as well as the Department of Security, that an investigation will be underway as to how a complete unknown was able to so thoroughly subvert and access the holonet. Of course, as one of the names mentioned is our very own Hero Without Fear, we have to ask ourselves this. Does our hero have an agenda of his own in Hutt space? Is this a response to the mission he undertook there some time ago? Are the Jedi keeping secrets from us that will lead the already embattled republic into even greater conflicts? All of these questions and more, we will try and answer in the coming days!"

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(Free News Network)

"See for yourselves the true face of the republic, at the barbarism and savagery they are content to unleash! Oh, they claim to be going after the Hutts for the crime of not agreeing with their cultural practices and economic models with this hidden mercenary army, but this footage from Zygerria, of the terror weapons they are willing to unleash on civilian population centers to cow us into submission! To all right minded sentient beings of the galaxy, rise up and cast off the shackles the core worlds place on you and embrace the freedom to decide your own destiny!"

 

[Grimmatt]

So, how does the news segment look all? Asking as I have no experience writing them

And anyone willing to do me a solid and write some reaction posts?

 

[Grimmatt]

So, each of the listed news agencies....

New Order Network; Basically what will largely be folded into the Empire in a few years, very human supremist and core focused, as well as misogynistic. Based roughly on the Starcraft 2 News scenes and Fox News.

Ryloth Free Radio; Twi'lek freedom fighters. Because why not have rebels with radio access? Is it not traditional?

The Perre Needmo Newshour; I might be getting the timeline more than a little warped here, but this one is actually legends canon. A respected and temperate journalist who has a stance against slavery and is known for journalistic integrity.

Voice of the People, Naboo News Network; Okay, this is pretty much meant to be a gossip/society channel. Same time, not sure how well I'd be able to write the rest, particularly with the flower language and other gentle arts prized locally.

Holonet News Network; Canon official republic news network.

Free News Network; Confederate version of the HHN

 

[JumperPrime]

So, how does the news segment look all? Asking as I have no experience writing them

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Most of them were good, but was it your intention for it to seem like the FNN commentator was ranting while totally high/drunk? I got the impression neither he nor the guy writing the script for the teleprompter had even watched the broadcast. Anyone with half a brain could tell the speaker on the galaxy-wide transmission is an unknown species so odds of it being the Republic are so low you need at least ten decimal points to get a non-zero result.

 

[Grimmatt]

*snip*

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Actually, they are linking the attack on Zygerria, a Slaver Empire allied with the CIS, with this new and troubling broadcast... mostly on orders from the Sith running the show. As it is, lots of the confederate press is going to be hyping up the fact that the republic and their jedi lapdops have managed to recreate the dreaded Rakghoul virus and are now deploying it.

As it is, they care more about Zygerria than the hutts... but are willing to try and link them due to the clearly anti-slave platform that seems to exist.

Also, this is three hours after a sudden broadcast. They are sort of scrambling to issue statements.

 

[JumperPrime]

Actually, they are linking the attack on Zygerria, a Slaver Empire allied with the CIS, with this new and troubling broadcast... mostly on orders from the Sith running the show. As it is, lots of the confederate press is going to be hyping up the fact that the republic and their jedi lapdops have managed to recreate the dreaded Rakghoul virus and are now deploying it.

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Linking Zygerria to the Stormfall attacks is fine IMHO. In the final analysis, they're all the work of the Jotun, though I suspect some Jotun would have liked for Goretide to not have been... well, Goretide. My comments were more about the commentator ranting as though it was the Supreme Chancellor making the broadcast and not a member of an unknown species

 

[Grimmatt]

*snip*

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Edited a little, now claiming that the Jotun are a hidden mercenary army in the republics employ. Next news segment likely going to make noises about 'its the clones all over again' and 'the denial is because they are meant to terrorize us into the grasp of the core once more, but they can hardly just admit that, can they' topics.

And yeah, sane Jotun commanders don't want any of the 'Crowns of Ragnarok' anywhere near a theater for the simple reason of them being... well, forces of living devastation whose idea of holding back and restraint still leaves biospheres ravaged.