ORA Attempts to Capture Ryloth, Trade Federation begins Galactic Deployment
Holoviewers flash as Qayla Z. brushes hair away from her eyes. She looks down to some flimsiplast notes on her desk before addressing the galaxy, "In the wake of a repulsed attempt to liberate Tatooine last night, our sources report that the Outer Rim Coalition returned to deep space to regroup and plan their next attempt. While GNI is uncertain of the actual events that took place on Tatooine last night, several of our correspondents have sent information forward that the desert planet was captured by the Outer Rim Coalition militia, then overtaken by the Empire around an hour afterwards. While we are uncertain of the O.R.C.'s path forward, we expect--" [BREAKING NEWS ALERT] The alert overwhelms the Balosar's broadcast for a moment as the camera switches to security camera footage on Ryloth, cycling through various positions and angles. Curious mobile mining machines that appear to have been converted into some form of troop transport explode out of the rocky cavern and tunnel walls. &061O&093uter &061R&093im &061C&093oalition militia soldiers disgorge into the underground city. The sound of boots stomping down ramps and weapons powering up ring through the tunnels. Cordons are moved into place as defensive points are created and upheld throughout the city. Several &166Havo&166c Squa&166d commandos move warily through the rock tunnels, on their guard as they surround Jedi Master Oola Seela. She nods at the orderly distribution of forces around her, then speaks into her comlink for a moment. Several polished diplomats move out of the amongst the people, spreading the word about the Coalition's ideals. Heads begin nodding as the message seems to be well-accepted. Switching back to Master Seela, the Jedi appears to nod in agreement with the work going on around her. Turning towards the Havoc Squad commandos, she passes along a few datadisks and speaks for a few moments with them before making her way back to the starport. Orbital cameras capture an Eta-2 Actis-class Interceptor zipping past a Subjugator-class Cruiser raining turbolaser fire towards a nimble Praetor-class Frigate. The Interceptor links up with its hyperdrive ring and quickly disappears into lightspeed as the camera fades out. Replacing the scene once more is Qayla Z., who appears rather irritated that she was cut-off mid-broadcast, "So. It appears that the Outer Rim Coalition has once more decided to attempt to sway a population over to their cause. Let us hope that this does not embroil the galaxy in war once--" [BREAKING NEWS ALERT] Viewscreens cycle from planet to planet as orbital satellites are silent witnesses to Trade Federation bulk landers cutting across space and down towards various surfaces. A few feeds remain to capture entire droid companies activating and stomping out on patrol. Audio crackles to life as a loudhailer booms to the citizens on what appears to be Corellia, "This is a Trade Federation protection patrol. Return to your homes immediately. A curfew is now in effect. Anyone congregating in a public area may be subject to imprisonment. This is for your own safety. I repeat--" And so the mechanical voice does, as the scene fades. Shaking with anger over yet another interruption, Qayla Z. returns once more, "Well. With the Trade Feder--" *DZZZZT* Static covers the broadcast as Jedi Master Oola Seela's features dominate the holos, mid-sentence, "--hacked in? Yes? Very well. Citizens of the galaxy, this is the oppression I have spoken of. When will enough be enough? Perhaps you are fine with others being enslaved as long as they are not yourself. After all, the Outer Rim may be far from where you live. Perhaps you are alright with these slavers being your rulers and masters from afar... But now they show their strength, their arrogance, in your streets and on your doorstep. Whether you have supported the Coalition or not, I ask now - when will you take a stand? Look closely at this representation of your future beneath the durasteel fist of the Federation - locked in your homes because people on the other side of the galaxy do not wish to be slaves. Rise up--" The broadcast is abruptly cut, replaced by the GNI technical difficulties screen.
Jedi Master Seela forms Outer Rim Coalition, recruits Havoc Squad for Assault
Holos across the galaxy flicker through static to a scene of an upset Balosar woman with putty smudged over half of her face and wearing a spotless set of mechanics coveralls. Her voice comes through almost as a whisper as she looks down the corridor at Kala'uun Spaceport at the landing zone. Her voice, sounding huskier than usual, clips through, "This is, uh... Tayla.. uh.. P." She looks around nervously at a gathering of Twi'leks that are some ways off and not paying her the least bit of attention, "We've tracked Master Seela to Ryloth, where we have received word that she has formed what is being called the Outer Rim Coalit-" she screeches as an automated cleaning droid bumps into her foot, then she takes off running down one of the tunnels in fear. The holocam's autotracking, now subject-less, attempts to zoom in on people left within the scene. After some focusing issues, the holocamera settles on Jedi Master Oola Seela, who is addressing several Twi'leks. These warriors are wearing fresh uniforms with the letters &093O&061R&093C on their shoulders, and are covered in repainted CEC lomtex-grade armor and helmets. A large CR25 Trooper Carrier's ramp begins to lower in the background as beings in orange and white commando armor stride towards the gathering. The audio feed cuts in and out due to the distance. "-all militia will rendevous at the station. Tonight, we will prepare for a preliminary assault on-" She nods at the commandos as they arrive, "-is Havoc Squad. I worked with them before on- *** - no fiercer soldiers exist in the galaxy. They will assist us tonight as the Outer Rim Coalition descends-" The squad's sergeant nod in agreement, then halts as one of the commandos with a communications backpack suddenly turns towards the holocam. Their carbine raises and a streaking blaster bolt zips in and destroys the holocam. A few moments of dull black cover the screen before it flashes up with the GNI logo followed by some jargon about technical difficulties, all backed with lovely turbolift music.