Chrome Dome
"It is a simple fact of life that all things inevitably come to an end. In the long term of history on an intergalactic scale, our lives are but brief moments of an expansive tapestry that strings together great events for thousands of years. If my expertise has taught me anything, its that even continuity over thousands of years can be swiftly and abruptly brought to an end."
Zel stood on the deck of his Venator-Class Star Destroyer, looking out on the sight that was playing out before the entire intergalactic community. Sith marauders had gathered up a war-fleet, eager to see the results of a super-weapon they fired off so long ago. They call it the Shawken Device, a device so powerful it was theorized to be capable of destroying the universe in a chain reaction. This device was made to fire a planet as a projectile, the planet Shawken, which has already been fired. The projectile has been accruing mass as it's traveled towards the center of the galaxy over the span of thousands of years, becoming a swirling mass of binary stars, unstable gas pockets, and an assortment of planets now reduced to rubble. When this titanic ball of fire and death hits the black hole that holds the galaxy together, Galactic Center, a supernova blast unlike any recorded in history is projected to occur.
In short, the galaxy will come to a swift and violent end as every planetary system is hurled off into the extragalactic void. A plan put into place by the ancient Sith Emperor Marka Ragnos, a final gambit before his ultimate destruction. Now, all these years later, the will of the Sith Lord from an age long passed will see every living being brought down with him.
"How poetically terrifying," Zel mused as he stood by, ready to record the Galaxy's last moments. "As a scholar I have dedicated my life to documenting the complex history of our Galaxy. Now I stand here to document it's final moments. It truly brings me honor and sadness to have finally reached the end of my journey with you all, my loyal audience. You've truly made this a thrilling adventure, more than a fish-man could ever ask for." The Mandalorian paused, sniffling beneath his domed helmet. "I told myself I wasn't gonna cry. We're sticking to the plan. No more sentimental stuff. Since we're capturing this all live, me and my team have set up a live donation system so that people can leave their thoughts and comments. The money will probably be worthless if I'm being honest, since I doubt we'll ever have access to the planets of the banking clan after we're all violently thrown across the universe, but I'd like to think it's the thought that counts. One more for the road, yeah?"
Zel's attention shifted to the far off distance, where the ball of plasma and death that had been Shawken initially was finally coming into view. Magnificent. He had certainly never seen anything like it. If there was any way for the Galaxy to be put out of it's misery, this was certainly the coolest. The projectile burned bright as a star, blue and radiant with a fiery tail behind it, filled with an assorted rainbow of lights and reflections. An orb of death, a disco ball made of crushed planets and nebular dust, a children's art project... It seemed to blur the very line between reality and fiction.
"There it is, live!" the scribe exclaimed. "Isn't it beautiful. In a haunting way, of course. As a neutral observer of history, I feel it's only fair to appreciate the magnificence in disaster... Anyways, grab yourselves a block of cheese and some Jogan juice at home, cause this is gonna be a long one."