Statement to the Galaxy (ALL READ!!)

[Darth Vyrassu]

Every Sith, Republic and Jedi system spread across the galaxy has been getting visits from Shadow Troopers, storm troopers in armor black as night. They are seen setting up untracable Holoprojectors with several dozen hacker and slicing defenses on them at the highest points of every major city, plaza and settlement through the entire galaxy. Once completed the lead trooper of every Squad reports back to a unidentified location.

Darth Vyrassu sits on his Throne at his Secret Citadel at an unidentified location.

A robotic voice is heard speaking from somewhere in the room.

Lord Vyrassu, the projectors are in place.

Vyrassu nods in acceptance.

Then it is time Legion. Turn my projector on. Once I'm connected with others, broadcast it.

Right Away my lord

Vyrassu stands up and walks over to a circle platform to the right of his throne. The platform lights up.

Across the galaxy The holoprojectors activate showing a hologram of Darth Vyrassu.

As the citizens of the galaxy stop and look up to the hologram and Darth Vyrassu begins to speak in a voice that was cold, but heavy with a purpose yet seemed empty with a dark echo.

Citizens of the Galaxy, I speak to you. I am Darth Vyrassu. I bring you a message, a message of despair, pain, suffering. The Republic has black flagged all Sith. So I say do we Sith sit back and allow that to happen? I think not. To the Sith of the Galaxy, I offer advice, become allies with The One Sith to make sure of survival. As for the pitiful republic and Jedi. Have we not destroyed you enough? You both Jedi and Republic have lost coruscaunt, the Jedi Temple burned to the ground, a sith Citadel in its place. I urge you young Jedi padawans, even those of you that are knights and masters. Is the Republic and the Jedi where you want to stand when the Sith eliminates the Republic and Jedi? They are insects waiting to be killed. That's why I am offering... One million credits for every Jedi dead with proof. 500,000 for every republic official dead with proof. What would ANY of you citizens do for that kind of money? Would you kill to give your family all they desire, to protect your family? This is an opportunity to make alot of Credits. Republic, Jedi, your deaths have been marked. If the galaxy does not eliminate you, the Sith will.


The holoprojectors shut off ending the broadcast.......

 

[Placeholder 0133]

Rook leaned back in his chair. The bartender was chuckling at the holovision. A holoprojector had been setup down the block by some cult folks. A Sullustan news station was covering the speech live.

"You'd think with how many credits the Sith are putting out to hunt everything that moves they'd be running dry."

"I hear they make their own credits, Rooky."

"Doesn't that produce inflation?"

"Yeah. I figure they just give out coupons for...Sith stuff."

"Kinda weird they're allies with the galactic proponents for capitalism, huh?"

"Yep."

Rook shrugged, "Anything else on?"

"Nope."

"Figures."

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Sarge was 'retired.' That is to say he wasn't doing jack all with his life except existing and whenever anyone asked him what he was doing, 'retired' got the least amount of questions. He was only in his mid-thirties, so him actually being retired was laughable, but it got the least questions... that's really all he cared about. Right now, though, he was sitting outside his villa in Lake Country, watching the gondolla's go by as he puffed on a thick cigar.

It was a relaxing life, really. Today was a bit overcast, and fall chill was starting to settle in, but his turtleneck kept him reasonably warm and the vaguely sweet scent of his smoke was as enjoyable as the ripples upon the water.

Here, on a world known for culture and knowledge, the sight of anything Sith related had once been an impossibility. But the Techno Union was in charge now, so what they did and who they allowed to get away with things was no longer his concern.

One thing was for sure, though. While the broadcast was made, Sarge neither had his holo on, nor did anyone else in the tiny vacation town. Why? It was fall, and he was one of only a hands worth of individuals who lived here year round. So it was the former Lord Protector did not have to live through another Zaiden incident. Today was a good day.

 

[Artemis Vahl'Nyx]

Drapeam Nyx 'stood' (ahem, floated) beside the screen, watching with an arched brow.

The war had already been intense. Wars always were intense.

Now the Republic had upped the anty, and the Sith had made their response clear.

But she knew that they hadn't had a real, thick fight for a while.

Right now they were just throwing threats in the air. Hoping to stir the civilians into action.

She didn't like that. She knew that a lot of them would die because of these new orders.

Maybe they'd try to kill the wrong person and end up killed themselves.

Or maybe someone would 'get a vibe' from them and just shoot 'em, hoping that they were right.

She'd seen it before. She'd see it again.

In the meantime she'd just keep scowling, wondering when the whole thing would be over.

 

[Jsc]

Somewhere

Karen was sitting on a toilet making scrunchy faces at the stall door.

False alarm.

 

[Cira]

Today was a good day.

And on that good day, one very naked Cira awoke in Sarge's bed.

 

[Darth Ayra]

[member="Darth Vyrassu"]

When the report that several hooded figures had deployed a holographic projector on Ossus, the response was quite was to be expected and Jedi Knight Ella Nova was going to be the one to do it. Arriving by speeder, the Jedi stepped off their vehicles to remove the projector and arrest the cultists responsible for it's propaganda.

Back at the Jedi Academy, Ella reviewed the projector's message. She winced at the words and the conviction that the Sith Lord sprouted. With the projector in the hands of the Ossus Jedi, Ella had it scanned, so as to learn where the source of the transmission had come from. If the message had been prerecorded, then where?

The cultists would be questioned as well, for more information on Darth Vyrassu and his current whereabouts. Meanwhile, Ella consulted the Jedi archives, to see what information had been recorded on this particular Sith Lord.

Whereas some individuals in the galaxy treated Vyrassu's message as something comedic, Ella thought otherwise; and she would bring the Sith to justice, one way or the other.

 

[Carn Dista]

[member="Darth Vyrassu"]

After some time, Carn Dista calls in a few favors with his contacts in the Republic's media, who soon contact their counterparts across the Galaxy. He releases a relatively short video of him sitting in a chair, drinking what appears to be some form of tea. All in all, the well known Jedi Master seems to be rather relaxed, considering that a Sith has just claimed he, and the order he has served for his entire life, are to be put to death post haste. After some time of him sipping tea, Carn finally speaks into the camera.

"Dear Tiramisu, or whatever your name happens to be. While your claims of millions of credits are substantial, they are, fortunately, without weight, for you have declined to provide proof of your banking details, or where to reach you. As a result, those seeking to cash in on your bounty are going to be somewhat out of pocket - and potentially out of limbs - for their efforts. While I applaud your pro-active approach in attempting to rile the Galaxy up against the Order, such bounties are... How should I say this... Miniscule compared to those that have come before you. Alas, it seems the Sith Empire has fallen upon a Galactic recession. I mourn for your bank accounts. That said, however, should any of the Galaxies denizens attempt to follow up on these wild claims, I can assure you it won't end well. And as for me? Well, if you need to find me, I will be with the rest of the Order. Please, feel free to contact me to arrange my untimely departure from the mortal coil - I have gone to the liberty of hiring a personal assistant that you can reach via the holonet on H12378SAIU, who will gladly schedule you in an appointment with both myself, and a stellar medical team to deal with your subsequent injuries.

May the Force be with us all, in such silly, silly times."

The image of Carn then returns to sipping on the herbal tea, before fading away into the logo of the Galactic Republic. This gives way to an advertisement from the Galactic Banking Clan, who rapidly seek to quell any idea of a potential financial collapse on the exchange rate for the standard galactic credit.

 

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"Joe, look! The Jedi are talking about the inflation osik."

"Is that a talking beard?"

"No, look."

"Rooky, I am trying to read this message my girl sent me."

"She's not even your girl."

"Well your inflation thing isn't real."

"Let me explain it to you, bud. I used to fight for the Republic until Twi'leks happened. During that time, the Sith spent literally billions of credits trying to get bounty hunters to kill Jedi and such."

"How'd that go?"

"Nothing happened. Bunch'a hot air."

"So...it's like they're yellin' at each other...like two nexu tied to chains on opposite sides of a fence."

"Kinda, but one of them is throwing a few tons of credits chips at the other Nexu's house."

"Can't we just watch something else?"

"You've got the remote."

"So I do. Is beard ball okay?"

"I love beard ball!"

 

[Jsc]

And on that good day, one very naked Cira awoke in Sarge's bed.

Elsewhere

Kaz stroked his bread as his apprentice walked beside him with a curious gaze,

"What is it Master?"

"Mm. I sense a great disturbance in the Force."

"As if a million Sarge fangirls just cried out in anguish and were silenced, forever."

"What?"

"As if 400 billion x610 Shadow Troopers spawned in all the public zones to send a diabolical holo-message over Zone Chat?"

"Wrong game?"

"As if the whole of the Internet just discovered the deletion of every cat video, ever!!!"

"Too extreme."

"Um. *cough cough* ...Well then. It's probably nothing. Nevermind. ...I ugh. Oh look! Cosplayers!"

Kaz perked up at the mention of his arch-nemesis. He would ponder this disturbance later. For now, they had Pedobears to arrest. SoonTM.

 

[Roshki Belawiiks]

[member="Carn Dista"] [member="Ella Nova"] [member="Karen Roberts"] @Cira @Lady Medax [member="Sarge Potteiger"] @Rook @Darth Vyrassu

((Some of y'all are no fun at all ))

Sitting in a small cafe at one of the city-ports near the Temple on Ossus, nursing a half-half-empty cup of caf, and trying to keep Maxi from drooling all over my shoes. I expected to lose that battle.

What I didn't expect, however, was some giant-as-kark Sith fellow to try and offer a bribe to off the Jedi. Which meant, indirectly, offering to off me.

I looked down at Maxi to see what his reaction was. "You gonna sell me out for a creds, bud?" He looked up at me, made a weird gargle noise, and began panting. I laughed, reaching down and patting his head. "I knew I could count on you."

Meanwhile, I reached for my holocom and contacted my Master, [member="Kian Karr"]. "Hey Double Kay, apparently this Sith guy put a bounty on like, the whole Order. Do we get to go in with lightsabers flashing and cut off his arm?"

 

[Verz Horak]

Mandalorian Ash'amur Cruiser "Garrett's Hammer"

Verz Horak was not amused. He had been sitting at the helm of the Garrett's Hammer, so named for the Mand'alor Emberli Garrett, also known as the Bear. The ship was the local command ship for the Junction Defense Fleet, which he was to oversee on this duty rotation. The Mandalorian news was covering the Sith's speech.

"Damn Sith. If I was allowed to, I would launch a good old fashioned Mandalorian Crusade into their territory, destroy a planet or two, like my ancestors would have done. Alas, I will need to wait."

The Field Marshal continued to watch the news, disliking the broadcast and its implications.

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Upon the start of the broadcast, Gherron lifted his head in response. The projection indicated a massive galaxy-wide bounty on all Jedi. Scratching his scraggly beard, the man sipped his whiskey and sighed quietly. Maybe it was a good idea to go into his own little hole after all. Besides, with the last incident, could he really consider himself a Jedi Knight anymore? He was less than that now, especially with his connection to the force inexplicably fading from the depths of his mind. His mind drifted to [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"], and how he would cope with this situation. Were the circumstances any different, Gherron would run across the galaxy to fight as his side. But now... He took another sip. He had to run from the galaxy itself if he were to mend anytime soon. This was one battle he would not be joining.

 

[Darron Wraith]

Across the galaxy on an unknown world, the man known as Death's Hand sat alone. Many gave the man a broad path, despite the fact that he let his face be seen. Dark locks were fading to their traditional blonde, and tattered robes covered the dark garments he wore. Few could spot the bumps around the cloth that indicated weapons, but all could feel the aura emanating from him. It was one of a man who had been through hell, and he fully didn't understand where he was in that process of coming back. So he sat, and looked into the bottom of his cup, hoping for an answer to appear. Memories of the past seemed to appear, ghosts that he didn't recognize. They came to him in his sleep, and on the rare occasion he allowed his mind to wander. Whatever thoughts the man had were tainted, flooded with actions he couldn't fully remember. For every specter that came to remind him of the man he was, he saw a flash of a life he had ended and didn't understand why. Confusion racked his handsome, ageless features as he stared into the amber liquid in his cup.

Then the broadcast aired.

Citizens of the Galaxy, I speak to you. I am Darth Vyrassu. I bring you a message, a message of despair, pain, suffering. The Republic has black flagged all Sith. So I say do we Sith sit back and allow that to happen? I think not. To the Sith of the Galaxy, I offer advice, become allies with The One Sith to make sure of survival. As for the pitiful republic and Jedi. Have we not destroyed you enough? You both Jedi and Republic have lost coruscaunt, the Jedi Temple burned to the ground, a sith Citadel in its place. I urge you young Jedi padawans, even those of you that are knights and masters. Is the Republic and the Jedi where you want to stand when the Sith eliminates the Republic and Jedi? They are insects waiting to be killed. That's why I am offering... One million credits for every Jedi dead with proof. 500,000 for every republic official dead with proof. What would ANY of you citizens do for that kind of money? Would you kill to give your family all they desire, to protect your family? This is an opportunity to make alot of Credits. Republic, Jedi, your deaths have been marked. If the galaxy does not eliminate you, the Sith will.


It stirred nothing in him, his pale eyes merely watched with boredom. "I guess the Jedi are always the hunted." The former GrandMaster of the Jedi Order had no idea who he was, or that he had held that title. Instead, he merely patted the electrum plated hilt of Mace Windu's lightsaber under his belt. The man formerly known as Darron Wraith didn't know why he did that, but he felt he would need the blade again one day.

One day.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

Far, far away the clone of Siobhan Kerrigan was flipping through channels. Well, Enyo was utterly in the dark about the fact that she was a clone, but whatever. Anyhow, most of what was on telly was boring, but then she stumbled upon a terribly melodramatic broadcast. Apparently it was Propaganda Hour.


Auntie Callisto had been telling her a bit about the war. It was all quite repetitive. Not feeling particularly interested in Republic or Sith propaganda, she changed the channel and finally found something fascinating. Namely a holodocumentary on Cylixes. Much like her counterpart, she was fond of animals and the big predators were simply adorable.


[member="Valiens Nantaris"]

 

[Ellie Mors]

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The Alua'an watched the broadcast with a smirk apparent on her lips. She wasn't at home - in fact she was watching the feed through a nifty little holoprojecting watch she had picked up on Tatooine the other day - but with the tilt of her head she looked back towards the direction of the small and humble home she was to spend her days in. A bounty on every Jedi's head? It was rather ironic that she was comfortably spending her life together with the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order while this Sith seemed to project his message, and his hideous image, through the majority of the live feeds on the holonet across the galaxy. A small huff of cold air left her nostrils and she cocked her head back with a broad smile - she'd like to see someone try to come for Corvus, the only thing they'd be seeing would be a natural disaster converging on their persons. But this man didn't seem to think that through, or think through the idea that offering the Jedi a bounty on their own people and superiors would be met in any semblance of positivity. "What a fething moron." She muttered with a sideways glance towards a lake's edge with the roll of her eyes. She'd met smart Sith, terrifying Sith, and then there were these sorts - the kind that let even an ounce of their own prowess inflate their raisin-sized skulls. Rough words, certainly, but the truth hurt. Even if the Republic were to fall there would still be resistance to be met, resistance that would become the proverbial David in this situation. Let the Sith Lords come, let them bring out their mutilated and perverse creations - she would meet them every step of the way with more fury and resolve than they could ever hope to muster.

"Foolish."

 

[The End Narrator]

Somewhere on Kessel...

Aaralyn apathetically at the transmission - and as soon as it ended, she heaved a sigh. It was nothing new, a call to arms against the Jedi. The history of the Jedi was one of being hunted down - be it for their belief or just for a thrill. The choice was simple, face it head on and overcome the darkness or flee to the edges of space and hope that the storm passes by. For Aaralyn, she had opted to face the threat head on - being a coward wasn't in her nature. The Republic made their choices and only brought about more angst to their doorstep - but that was their business, no longer was it of her concern.

Her attention would turn back to [member="Coren Starchaser"], as of right now, she had other affairs to worry about.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

The Jedi Master was on one of the planets the broadcast came on as the message came on, disguised, force presence hidden... But his expression of pure amusement didn't change at all throughout it.

"I am no friend of the Jedi Order.... Nor a friend of the One Sith. But the Sith really have become desperate, no?" He asked himself quietly. Then he started to laugh. And laugh.

"Hahahahahaha-Hahahahahahaha-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" He let out, really seeming to find this Sith thing funny. Their promises were empty... Like they always were. A desperate, scumbagged attempt to play political warfare with money...

"Pathetic"

That amused smile never left him as he began to walk away from where the broadcast had been shown.

"But if you wish to try me...." He whispered.

"Come and get me.... For I will show mercy no more"

 

[Vinskk Revamp]

Vinskk Revamp sat comfortably in his office in the White Palace on Sriluur, the headquarters of the Hutt Cartel. Scaly legs propped over the desk in his still dusty room, the Slave Master was relaxing from working to set up his new office and get situated on the home planet of the Weequays. Head reclined back, eyes drooping, the Trandoshan's holopad suddenly buzzed, startling him and nearly making him fall over in his seat. Muttering a few choice words under his breath, Vinskk pulled the pad out from the folds of his robe and squinted to get a better look at the screen. It was a message from Free-Eyes, his second in command over the Black Talon and close friend. The text read:

Check this karking chit out!

A link to a news page was also included. Grunting ever so slightly, Revamp pressed the message gently with a sharp talon, bringing him to a report, including a live video of what seemed to be a Sith posting a large bounty on Jeedai and Republic officials.

Hm...Republic officials, eh? He had his foul ordeals with Jeedai before, but officials, now that was different...

Vinskk smiled at the thought that just popped in his head, and with that thought came the picture of a particularly irritating Republic Senator that had been irking him lately and a way to make her disappear. Permanently.

Lightbulb.

[member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Kiyron]

Kiyron stood outside the interrogation chamber where the shadow troopers attempting to put up a holodisplay had been put and watched the holovid. He was having flashbacks to the Sith Empire. They had done that as well. The Republic had counter-offered and all things put together made for a few tense weeks. Nothing every really came of it. Heighten security. Keep a closer eye on things. Watch for out of place professionals. That sort of thing. Then the empire had collapsed and it was defunct. Everyone let out their breath and resumed their normal lives.

Now it was time to do some intelligence work. Specifically interrogation. That was not his forte. He would simply be here to watch and observe. Threaten if need be. He was good at that part.