(The picture fades in from darkness. The face that greets is part human, but more animal. Skin recedes in places to dark brown scales and flesh is turned a disgusting dark green surrounding. The viage is obviously female, and the voice that follows shows no sign of alienation.)
"You do not know my face, or name, or voice. So allow me to introduce myself. My name is Lady Montague. You've likely heard the name of Darth Ahnk before. He used to be the ruler of Jaminere... and it's of Jaminere that I wish to speak, as well as another world you likely know of better."
(Behind her, a map was illuminated showing the current state of the galaxy. Highlighted are two planets, one in between the north edge of the hapan cluster and the south end of the Corporate sector, and one more core word.)
"Jaminere... a quiet farm planet in the Tion Cluster. Peaceful and happy with it's political leaders. A few days ago, the Rogue Empire launched an assault on Jaminere. The fact is that after that attack, Jaminere layed uninhabitable to humans. The Ruge Empire will tell you that is the fault of the Inner Sanctum of Sith. This is not so. What Fearsons hasn't told you is of his hate for the Sith. He leads a tainted heart... his Jedi heart contains traces of hate and bloodlust, a darkside that truly pumps his blood. He does not accept his fate. He is angry at himself and blames the Sith for it. Now, allow me to show you something. This is a picture of Jaminere's capital city, Sydney. This was taken a few months ago."
"Thousands, nay, millions lived on the planet. Thousands in that city alone. But Fearsons urge for vengance spreads beyond the Sith. It spreads to innocent civilan lives who have never even SEEN a Sith. Fearsons attacked an undefended world, primitive in millitary technology that the Sith traded food with. Unable to defend it in time, my Sith forces arrived to find this."
"Thats the one-grand capital hall. Ministers and poloticans died. Bankers. Farmers. Children. All because Fearsons is confused. More innocent people would die, however, at the Emperors whim. As Fearsons has no doubt told you, the world of Chandrilla was hit with a terrorist attack. What he didn't say is that he knows exactly who the terrorist is; himself."
(She paused for a moment before continuing.)
"One of our espionage agents on the surface of Jaminere was reporting to us the progress of negotiations with the Rogue Empire by a group of Bothan refugees, who were forced to leave their planet when the Yuuzhan Vong attacked. A few days ago she found a file in the Rogue Empires covert directories, a file outlining orders for TRE pilots and soldiers to kill the Bothan refugees rather than allow them to settle. She immediatly rushed to the conference to warn the innocent Bothans, but was arrested a few blocks away. A civilan sent us this photo of what happened next."
"A Rogue Empire shuttle rose into the sky and launched a bevy of torpedoes at the cathedral. It took six but the Cathedral fell, all the refugees inside dead, because they trusted Emperor Fearsons. The photo speaks for itself. If you have any doubts, here is a magnification of the shuttle's wing... you can make out the Rogue Empire seal quite clearly."
(She sighed before continuing.)
"I'm not asking you to trust me. I'm asking you to trust yourself, and no one else. Do not support the Rogue Empire. Rise up in Rebellion against his tyrany. Some will die, but millions will be saved. Or stay, and live on the hopes that today the Emperor enjoyed his breakfast. It is your life."
"You do not know my face, or name, or voice. So allow me to introduce myself. My name is Lady Montague. You've likely heard the name of Darth Ahnk before. He used to be the ruler of Jaminere... and it's of Jaminere that I wish to speak, as well as another world you likely know of better."
(Behind her, a map was illuminated showing the current state of the galaxy. Highlighted are two planets, one in between the north edge of the hapan cluster and the south end of the Corporate sector, and one more core word.)
"Jaminere... a quiet farm planet in the Tion Cluster. Peaceful and happy with it's political leaders. A few days ago, the Rogue Empire launched an assault on Jaminere. The fact is that after that attack, Jaminere layed uninhabitable to humans. The Ruge Empire will tell you that is the fault of the Inner Sanctum of Sith. This is not so. What Fearsons hasn't told you is of his hate for the Sith. He leads a tainted heart... his Jedi heart contains traces of hate and bloodlust, a darkside that truly pumps his blood. He does not accept his fate. He is angry at himself and blames the Sith for it. Now, allow me to show you something. This is a picture of Jaminere's capital city, Sydney. This was taken a few months ago."
<img src=http://www.brachytherapy.com/tulsa-skyline.jpg>
"Thousands, nay, millions lived on the planet. Thousands in that city alone. But Fearsons urge for vengance spreads beyond the Sith. It spreads to innocent civilan lives who have never even SEEN a Sith. Fearsons attacked an undefended world, primitive in millitary technology that the Sith traded food with. Unable to defend it in time, my Sith forces arrived to find this."
<img src=http://www.riverdeep.net/teaching_the_news/rdtoday_images/ttn_images/earthquake.jpg>
"Thats the one-grand capital hall. Ministers and poloticans died. Bankers. Farmers. Children. All because Fearsons is confused. More innocent people would die, however, at the Emperors whim. As Fearsons has no doubt told you, the world of Chandrilla was hit with a terrorist attack. What he didn't say is that he knows exactly who the terrorist is; himself."
(She paused for a moment before continuing.)
"One of our espionage agents on the surface of Jaminere was reporting to us the progress of negotiations with the Rogue Empire by a group of Bothan refugees, who were forced to leave their planet when the Yuuzhan Vong attacked. A few days ago she found a file in the Rogue Empires covert directories, a file outlining orders for TRE pilots and soldiers to kill the Bothan refugees rather than allow them to settle. She immediatly rushed to the conference to warn the innocent Bothans, but was arrested a few blocks away. A civilan sent us this photo of what happened next."
<img src=http://sithahnk.homestead.com/files/propoganda.gif>
"A Rogue Empire shuttle rose into the sky and launched a bevy of torpedoes at the cathedral. It took six but the Cathedral fell, all the refugees inside dead, because they trusted Emperor Fearsons. The photo speaks for itself. If you have any doubts, here is a magnification of the shuttle's wing... you can make out the Rogue Empire seal quite clearly."
<img src=http://sithahnk.homestead.com/files/reshuttle.gif>
(She sighed before continuing.)
"I'm not asking you to trust me. I'm asking you to trust yourself, and no one else. Do not support the Rogue Empire. Rise up in Rebellion against his tyrany. Some will die, but millions will be saved. Or stay, and live on the hopes that today the Emperor enjoyed his breakfast. It is your life."