Republic broadcast

[Gorba the Hutt]

"Hello? Yes, this is Lord Orcus. Yes, I want to short all Galactic Republic affiliated stocks. Hauum..... Well I heard it in a holofilm, obviously, and it looked quite entertaining. I am, after all, a gambling whale.... Which stocks? All of them. Yes. All affiliated stocks. Short them. Yes, immediately..... However much you think is a good amount. Mhm. Mhm. Yes. Thank you."

*click*

 

[Bastian Briareos]

Bastian just finished watching the Republic broadcast by the Vice Chancellor. He was out on the job tonight but watching holocasts on the go was easy in a place like Coruscant. Free Wifi everywhere! A few storm troopers were hovering over his shoulder watching too. It humored him that it was the Vice Chancellor and not the head of state who did the broadcast. "Well I guess the Republic has gotten themselves into some trouble. More trouble piled on than the Mandalorian's are bringing down I mean".

"Ya well killing civilians will do that. You don't expect a Republic that's supposed to be built off freedom, democracy, and justice to do such a thing. People expect that kind of stuff to be purported by us. You know, Dark Side an all that business". ST-4474 "Rayn" brought up a valid view of the situation.

"I know right. No one panics when a dictatorship goes around killing lots of folks. Or a Sith Lord sacrifices a world. That's all apart of the plan. The supposed good guys go and do it though; well everyone loses their minds". Bastian handed off his holopad to ST-4474 to hold. Some of the other troopers that were with him just finished raiding an Underground safehouse. Lots of dead terrorist scum inside.. Some lived though and they were being pulled out with restraints on. "Commander. Anyone important get snatched up on the records"?

"Just the cells leader sir. What do you want done with the rest of them"? The Commander tossed down the terrorists leader to the curb. He cursed at the trooper but a swift kick to the face shut him up.

"Well... I guess take him in for questioning. He might have some leads after persuasion. Execute the rest and call in a clean up team. Less paperwork for me and you. We'll head back after and call it a day". Bastian pulled out a cigarette and lit it up. Another job well done by the Sith Army.

"Sounds good sir. Come on you. Time to spill your guts. I want three men in there to wrap up in there. Get moving". The Commander and some of his men walked off with the prisoner. Three went in to the safe house to finish business Empire style.

A buzzing noise rang from of of Bastian's troopers belt. ST-5583 "Steve". He pulled out a small data pad and started checking out what it was for. "Hey, #clonelivesmatter is trending on Twitter".

"What the hell is #clonelivesmatter supposed to be about. Sounds dumb"?

The trooper shrugged. "I donno sir. Maybe Reddit has something on the front page"?

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Darth Metus"] [member="Cody Jorin"] [member="Emiery Athelon"] [member="Enyo Typhos"] @3X744 @Seydon of Arda

The protest was swelling now, the brotherhood and sisterhood of familiar faces. Of shared anger, yes, but also of camaraderie. Rave smiled somewhat as she felt the interplay of emotion, of passion even, between clones of all backgrounds. Nine months from now, she rather suspected there would be a good few half-Kol, half-Fett/Jorin/Dreadguard infants on the galactic scene.

Those white acoustic guitars carried on.

There's somethin' happening here​

But what it is ain't exactly clear​

Supreme Commander's over there​

Tellin' me what plasteel to wear​

​

I think it's time we stop​

Brothers, what's that sound?​

Pubs tryin' to take the moral high ground​

​

There's battle lines being drawn​

Nobody's right if the Republic's wrong​

Child soldiers speaking their own minds​

Fighting loyalty conditioning, so unkind​

​

I think it's time we stop​

Hey, what's that sound?​

Biochip implants put us in the ground​

​

What a field day for the sheep​

Ten million clones in the street​

Singing songs and carrying signs​

Mostly saying, wasn't me that chose your side​

​

It's time we stop​

Hey, what's that sound?​

Our free choice is coming round.​

​

The paranoia strikes deep​

Into your conditioning it will creep​

It starts when you're always afraid​

Think for yourself, culled like any old slave​

​

We better stop​

Hey, what's that sound?​

Everybody look what's going down.​

 

[Seydon of Arda]

They were converted limericks that'd seen more than a few through one boring midnight watch shift, or helped calm shattered nerves while holed against fraying, entrenched firing positions. It was a growing vocalization that simultaneously celebrated and condemned, catching the moment like stolen lightning thrust into a bottle. White guitars and white drums, silver-heart medals and awards for valorous conduct, jangling and tinkling while waved in clenched fists. It was all one bungle after another. And no one save for uncountable civilians lost to the casualty tolls had paid in so much blood for the Republic's blunders.

Some clones are born, made to wave the flag
Ooo, they're blank, white and black
And when the band plays "Hail to the Thief"
Ooo, they point the blasters at you, Lady

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate clone, no ​

​

Some folks are born, silver hilts in hand
Lady, don't they help themselves, y'all
But when the Senate comes to the door
Lady, the temple looks like a garbage sale, yeah ​

​

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no Zambrano's son, no, no
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate clone, no ​

​

Yeah, yeah
Some folks inherit star scattered eyes
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lasedri
And when you ask 'em, "How much should we kill?"
Ooh, they only answer "More! More! More!", y'all

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no Commando son, son
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate clone, one
​

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate clone, no no no
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate clone, no no no​

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay looked down to [member="Auru Taff"] and nodded. She was surprised that anyone else had followed her out. "I whole heartily agree, Senator Taff. I don't quite understand the situation as I've been called and recalled every which way, but I'm hoping to. And not in a violent way either...."

Hopefully the Commander will arrive soon.

 

[Commander Lusk]

Commander Lusk was busy. The whole Mandalorian invasion of Roche thing was quite time consuming, however he had received the message from [member="Lady Kay"] about the protests and it all seemed pretty relaxed by the way they were playing folk music and chanting, but protests could often turn violent on the drop of a dime so it was best to ensure that the safety of Chazwa's civilians, and off world visitors were priority.

"Forces are inbound to your position." Lusk's voice said over a long range comm array transmission to Kay

"Get Bear on it." The Mantis Clone's voice said with a calm determination to it.

Location: Chazwa Clone QRF Station
Objective: Secure the safety of Republic politicians and civilians/protestors

Captain Bear was the man who started it all. He was there when the coup started, he was the one to point the gun at Genevieve, and he was the one who cold cocked his mother to grant emergency powers to the prime minister. He was one of the early Alpha Wave Clone Commandos without a chip in his head and he was the one who would make sure the situation at hand was taken care of in a correct and safe manner.

"Okay folks less than lethal only, set any blasters to stun, bean bags on any shotguns, and rubber bullets on any pulse rifles. Your own safety is important but the safety of civilians is key here. Now I'm going to lead my team to ensure the senate is being taken care of." Captain Bear said as he looked over his squad of armored up clones.

"Remember these people have a right to protest, we are not here to infringe on that, we are simply there to ensure the safety of lives and property. Now move out." Those were the words the clone commander gave before he and his men loaded up into D-22 dropships inbound for the senate district.

The crowds of clones and other folk there to protest would see shadows of dropships loom overhead and cast their silhouettes like a cloudy day, the engines roared and clones looked down at the protestors gathered to see what this was about. Most of them were failed clone armies they had been taught about, from the Jorin project to the multiple attempts of Dreadguard, they were all distant family in some way.

However the clones of Preliat Mantis and Willa Isard differed from them in a few crucial ways, they dwarfed them. Spaarti Creations back in the old days of the empire created fast grown Fett clones that numbered in the billions. Cheap ineffective soldiers who only knew how to pull a trigger and shoot until targets were dead. Spaarti was able to crank them out by the masses, but seeing the failures of the past these clones numbered in up towards two hundred million souls all stationed across the republic worlds, the biggest clone army in modern day.

"Get a perimeter going along the protest, be sure to set up aid stations for anyone who has heat exhaustion or any wounded. It's a hot day out and I don't want people passing out." Bear ordered and soon it would be made so.

The clone troopers afterwards would be set down outside the protestors to set up a containment for it as well as medical tents for any who needed treatment from combat medics. Hopefully protests wouldn't turn violent and people would remain safe.

As for Bear and his squad of men, their ship touched down on one of the landing pads and they made their way into the senate building to see if the Senators wanted to be removed from the situation. Contrary to popular belief the clones weren't there to bring the republic down, they were there to aide it, and even under the control of a crazed prime minister they couldn't kill civilians. There was a chip planted in their head that specifically made them incapable of doing so unless it was disabled by a key phrase.

[member="Mantic Dorn"] [member="Aeri Vyn"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Rave Merrill"] [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Auru Taff"] [member="3X744"] [member="3X744"] [member="Enyo Typhos"] [member="Emiery Athelon"] [member="Judah Dashiell"] [member="Seydon of Arda"] [member="Faith Balor-Organa"] [member="Cody Jorin"] [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]

 

[Mantic Dorn]

((OOC - I am not sure and since I am on the wrong side of things I am also seldom right - but I think that in the light of this broadcast Chazwa is being attacked by a coalition of TU/OS forces. Thats why the Vice Chancellor is broadcasting from a space ship and not the senate. That was the GR staffs intention. Not saying that intentions matter, just saying it was so.

So, in my world a protest would perhaps better be organised elsewhere for the sake of avoiding being bombed or shot while holding a sign to protest against, something.
Chazwa and the republic are being terribly exposed to war at the time of this broadcast. Here is the relevant IC thread for the attack on Chazwa.
Here is the relevant link to the IC thread on the attack on Roche.

[member="Commander Lusk"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Seydon of Arda"] [member="Rave Merrill"] [member="Bastian Briareos"] [member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Aeri Vyn"] [member="Cody Jorin"] [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] [member="Faith Balor-Organa"] [member="Auru Taff"] [member="Darth Kentarch"] [member="Judah Dashiell"]

That said, we totaly understand the time confusion here though, there has been some severe time hopping forth and back lately.
Glad the broadcast sparked some genuine interest in the well fare of the Republic RP. Cheers!)))

 

[Velok the Younger]

OOC/ [member="Mantic Dorn"] Your senate's having a huge meeting on Chazwa without regard to the raid. Sooo we're having a protest outside that huge meeting on Chazwa. That means if there's timeline confusion, I think we'll stick with the same little bubble of time that lets the whole senate have the meeting.

IC/

Clones were coming, their minds sharing that same peculiar identifier. If you knew what you were looking for, with the Force, you could sense what they were, and Rave was pretty good at it. She shielded her eyes against the sun, watching the Republic clones take up positions around the protest.

"Now isn't that irony...macabre," the old witch whispered to herself.

The mood among the protesters shifted. Resentment, yes, but also a grim amusement with the situation. So far as the protesters were concerned, the Mantis/Isard clone generation were the little brothers and sisters of the other clone programs. Much newer, rapidly grown, poorly trained, still so earnest but just starting to get a handle on what their makers' service required of them. She heard a hundred variations of "It's all right, we get it, you're just following orders," accompanied by a pat on the shoulder or a kiss on a plasteel cheek. Because they all shared the same experience, in a sense. The knowledge that they'd have arthritis by thirty and dementia by forty.

And a service record by ten. Or two.

 

[Malok]

The Father of the Dread Guard watched as the Republic made its response.

It was a tame one. A logical one. Send troops to ensure that the situation did not get out of hand. Any government with a brain between their ears would not want a potential mob bursting in on their beloved politicians. So, the Sith Lord watched, ever so bemused by the irony of it all. Clones sent to keep an eye on a Clone-centric protest. Ah, and the folks were just lovely to the lads. They sang to them, talked to them, said they understood.

It was a feels trip.

However, the reality was, Metus knew more about militant clones than the average Joe. Nowadays, most were grown with loyalty burned into their skills. Some even had biological chips to control them. He'd know because he made a legion of such troopers. So, when the Republic clones arrived on the scene, he saw more than riot control. He saw an opportunity.

A protest was well and good...yet he had something different in mind. First, a check. Put on the ol'Sense lenses for a moment. Nope. No Jedi sticking out like a sore thumb. His master came up as a vastly suppressed blip on his radar, but other than that. Nada. Excellent.

In that instant, his words changed. His voice was no longer apart of the chant which reverberated about the square. Now, it was just lower than a whisper. Oh, he waved his sign all the same, yet there were dark words hissing from his mouth. The Force responded of course: commanded and shaped by an incantation older than dirt. It slithered past the innocent. It wormed its way into the uniformed men. It sunk its venom into a handful of their minds. About five to be exact.

They would act against their will. They would be aware that their fingers deviated from the orders given by [member="Commander Lusk"]. They would know that the words said aloud to the nearest protesters were not their own. All five would struggle. Two would manage to struggle just enough...yet three was more than enough.

I'm sorry. Orders are Orders.

Non-lethal settings were elevated. Shots were fired into the crowd. There would be death, of course. Death whilst all eyes are on Chazwa. The masses would see an act of sheer horror take place by clones acting on orders. They would see an act that was, sadly, par for the course when it came to the Republic's treatment of innocents.

#ShotsFired​

 

[Commander Lusk]

.

 

[Malok]

[member="Commander Lusk"]

[OOC: As you said in your post "set blasters to stun." They simply switched from that setting. And while an inhibitor chip is nice, I direct your attention to this. Don't like it, report it.


Edit: Also, the chips make it so that the clones obey orders. They aren't some magical device that makes them immune to mentalism/mind-altering offenses. If that's how you interpret them, then maybe it's I who should be pushing the report button.

Edit Edit: Sorry homie, thought you were someone else. Edited the OP.]

 

[Commander Lusk]

[member="Darth Metus"]
Edit: S'all good baby

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay could almost see the Darkside in the crowd like a dark fog. Oh no. Fortunately, [member="Commander Lusk"] had seemed to predict such a thing could happen. Rubber bullets, bean bags and stun blasts was all that was being fired. Fortunately. However that didn't help the situation other than making it less lethal.

Not all of the clones were firing. Although three of them had switched their guns from stun to lethal. And it was as though they struggled with themselves in doing so. The Darkside hadn't reached Bear's men that were protecting her and [member="Auru Taff"] . Kay had a decision to make. She couldn't reveal her secret to the Republic, yet she couldn't just run away either. She kept her focus on keeping her Force signature small as Ferus had taught her as she shouted at the top of her lungs, pointing towards [member="Darth Metus"] ' direction, "Guards, stop the Sith! Everyone flee before he controls your minds too!!"

It was surely an action that would draw attention to herself. But all that she wanted to do was to save as many lives as possible.

((Edited))

 

[Malok]

[[member="Lady Kay"]: For clarification, there are only three blasters going off. They were reset from stun to normal. Most likely going to have some panicked protesters on your hands and some 'splaining to do.]

What was done was done.

Three of the Republic's own clones had unleashed fire into the crowd.

The wailing words of a Senator would be lost upon the ears of the protesters. They would be lost to the ears of the Galaxy. Of course, it must be a Sith. Of course, the Republic would never be in the wrong. It was the Mandalorian's doing that innocent people were died on Roche, right? It was the Sith Empire's fault that thousands of PoWs were killed in an "earthquake", right?

Wrong. The truth was out there. The masses would see this and think the same. The clones would be seen as puppets on a string, made to do things they truly did not want to. They would be seen as struggling against an inhibitor chip, rather than the Dark Side.

And as with all things that reeked of massacre, panic ensued. Suddenly there were guards moving on their position, armed guards. It was time to move, to scream, to save one's skin. As for the Sith Lord, his word was done. He clouded his presence once again and raised the hood of his civvies. He was a needle in a rapidly panicking haystack. He dropped his sign like many and began to run in the opposite direction.

Guards? Blaster Fire? The news was going to eat this up.

 

[Commander Lusk]

[member="Auru Taff"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Darth Metus"]


With the shots being fired into the crowd Bear knew what was happening. He knew about the inhibitor chips in his younger brothers and how they worked, and most of all he knew no one had given the key phrase to disable them. So that lead to one thing, force user. The man knew he should of brought Ysalamir, but this was a peaceful protest and they weren't necessary. But he was wrong, all he could do now was damage control.

"Bring them down!" Captain Bear shouted out on his comms.

The clones around those affected by the darkside quickly fired stun blasts at the mind controlled clones causing them to hit the deck hard. Quickly gathering them up the clones knew it was time to get back in the dropships. So across the protest turned shooting the clones pushed back in tight groups with their non lethal weapons pointed at the crowds in case any wanted to try anything. While they certainly couldn't kill civilians without a Sith mind controlling them it didn't mean they couldn't defend themselves.

"Everyone fall back! Secure the senate building and get me some lizards!" Bear then quickly approached [member="Lady Kay"] and gave her a firm nod that he wasn't under said mind control.

"Ma'am, this area is getting too hot. We need to secure you and the other senate members, there's someone powerful out there and we can not move to terminate until Ysalamir have arrived." Captain Bear quickly prepared his weapon and kept the blaster set to stun.

 

[Jack Sparrow]

"We have a Vice Chancellor?" asked Jack to no one in particular. "Have I met her? Is she allowed to speak on behalf of the entire Republic? Small wonder we need elections. It's getting so I can't tell my frontispiece from my endpapers around here lately."

He looked at the news pouring in. "And who's claiming clones aren't people?" In his experience, any being capable of rational thought and some form of tool manipulation was technically a person. He himself had raided any number of ships manned with clones, and never once thought to treat them as less than capable of being pirated the same as any biologically birthed beings.

"The music's nice though," he said. Nodding, he pulled out a concertina and began singing, right there on the senate floor.

"As I was out walking down Coruscant streets,​

Way, hey, clone the man down​

A tall Kaminoan I happened to meet,​

Give me some time to clone the man down.​

​

Clone the man down, bullies, clone the man down​

Way, hey, clone the man down​

Clone the man down boys, they'll bring you renown​

Give me some time to clone the man down."​

​

With a wave to the crowd he stowed the instrument, as it seemed the rest of the Senate was settling in, but he stood by ready in case another song broke out.

 

[Kay-Larr]

At least the clones that were under [member="Commander Lusk"] and Bear heard her. What a chaotic mess and it was quite clear as to what the purpose was...to turn mostly everyone against them.

Kay looked up to Bear and nodded. "Yes sir. Come with me, please Senator Taff." She turned and headed back inside the building, looking over her shoulder as she did so to see if [member="Auru Taff"] was following her. Of course as soon as she saw Senator [member="Jack Sparrow"] singing when she got into the hall, she raised a brow slightly. Was he a part of it, or just trying to lighten the mood?

 

[Allyson Locke]

Pizza girl. It was her current job especially since it's been a bit dry on the smuggling campaign. For some reason, people chose the Han Solos and the other scruffy nerf herders to bring their illegal cargo around. To top it off, Old Man Ember still hadn't responded to her message about working for him again. From her knowledge he had some big corporation under his name, which of course they probably needed pilots. Grumbling as she checked the date again on the holo message..."THREE MONTHS OLD MAN COME ON!" The bell rang by her speeder and she looked over at her boss bringing out about 13 pizzas. "Ey girl bring des pizzas to dat protest thing. Itsa fer Bae Muriello or sumthan" Frowning Ally loaded up the pies and headed towards the Rally. Stopping a few feet from it, she unloaded and worked her way through the crowd.

Happily after the shooting or whatever just happened. Dropping the pizzas near the clones guarding the entrance to the building she pulled out the slip. "Uh delivery for uh Bae Murello? Hash tag for the clones" Ally scratched her head and looked at the clones and started to hand out the pizzas. After the hand out she waited. "So who's tipping me?!"


@everyone

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Seydon of Arda"]

Well, feth.

Metus might be one of the few she called a friend, his actions might make a brutal sort of sense, and he might have implicit faith in Rave's ability to get out of here if necessary, but she hadn't seen that coming. The old her would have approved. The new her knew she shouldn't.

She edged through the crowd, old prosthetics jingling, and crouched beside a circle of veterans with swords strapped to their backs or belts. Her hand -- scarred, rune-worked terentatek ivory over metal -- rested on the shoulder of a bearded, white-haired specimen. She leaned close enough to whisper in his ear.

"Smelled the word ysalamir in ten or twelve minds, Seydon. Not a huge threat, but we should leave."

A shoving match was snowballing, or maybe two. She began warping time, just slightly, enough to give herself and Seydon a few extra seconds to talk and think. Around them, people slowed somewhat, their voices pitching lower as sonic wavelengths increased relative to the aperion specialist and the monster hunter.

"Or at least I should; me getting identified won't do the cause any good. Your work's in the Rim and Wild Space, and you've stayed off cameras. You could probably get away with staying if you feel like you should. I've arranged a distraction to breach the cordon. I don't fancy cutting through the ground or jumping over. I'm not built for chase scenes."

Her eyes tracked [member="Allyson Locke"] and thirteen pizzas. In moments, Rave was there. Subtle mind tricks and unsubtle cheese aromas aided 'Bae Murello' in sharing pizza around to the extremely tense protesters and even some of the more rattled Mantises. In the pizza-related havoc, Rave caught Seydon's eye and slipped through the cordon to vanish into the city.

 

[Allyson Locke]

As Rave and Seydon made their move. A sinking feeling in Allyson's stomach told her that she wasn't getting a tip. Grumbling under her breath she added another old person to her curses. [member="Rave Merrill"]