OOC: Unlike the majority of the posts here at "Propoganda", this thread is not an open message. It's actually a private IC message, those who it's to will know it. Please don't reply to it, I won't. I'm simply making a post like I was requested to.
IC: The combination of brilliant slicers combined with prior knowledge of existing security codes and systems will allow some organizations access to pretty much anything. Such was the case in this instance. With relative ease the Phantom slicers accessed the personal holonet transcievers of thier targets, activating them and projecting a hologram for the viewers. The hologram was this...
A Gand stood clothed in black loose cloth, his hood thrown back over his shoulder. He carried no obvious weaponry, but his size and his movement as he stood from his chair hinted that he was dangerous with or without such weaponry. His exoskeleton was a midnight blue, and his body language was passive, but still menacing at the same time. He stood, looking into the holocamera for a few moments before speaking.
The room behind him gave little away to the location of the broadcast, though the makeup of the wall behind the alien hinted that he was probably aboard some ship, and the decorations indicated one of the ship's lounges. The wall was decorated with what appeared to be memorabilia from a campaign of some sort, ranging from a shelf of dismembered droid and criminal heads to three wanted posters of a Rebel Special Ops team from back during the original Galactic Civil War. These were rather peculiar, all three men, apparently human wore black, and the posters themselves were odd. The first appeared to be Exar Kun, wielding twin lightsabers. The second was a blurred image, the outline of a man aiming a blaster at the camera that had taken his picture, most likely the camera's last viewing before being destroyed. The third was perhaps even odder, a series of pictures. Men, women, humans, all variety of alien races. The third member of this outlaw band appeared to be a master of disguise, never having his true image captured.
Behind the Gand there were also several holoprojectors playing recordings of what seemed to be the escapades of the three in the wanted posters, the most eye-catching of which included a man in very short, tight, shorts wrestling a massive alligator, quite comically actually.
After a few seconds the outer eyelids of the Gand blinked, and he began to speak.
"As you may or may not know, my name is Jander Sunstar. Among other things, I lead a group called the Phantoms. A group that holds few allegiances. Today I'm sending this message to you in hopes to enlighten you as to your ambitions. In the past you've achieved much, and garnered much power and respect. I however, have been asked to warn you of a path you it is believed you may be taking. I must assure you that should you choose to take this path, that will not lead to a good ending."
"I speak to those who would usurp power from the gravely injured Emperor Fearsons. I have known the man since both of our youths. Back when we were forced to fight for our lives side by side in a slave revolt many years before you were born. Since then our paths have crossed again and again, our respect for one another has only grown."
"So now the time has come that I feel I must speak to those who would take from him what he has worked hard for throughout his many years. Those far removed from him, and those as close as family. Do not steal from this man his livelyhood, I guarentee you you won't like what you get. If I've learned nothing else about him, it's that things are rarely as they seem. While I am not a Jedi, or anyone capable to see into the future, I see only bad things to come from those who would pilfer power from such a man, horribly injured or not."
"Please don't think this a threat, nor would it be an idle one if it were so, for I certainly do not take kindly from those who would hurt individuals I call my friends. For now I simply seek to counsel those with perhaps overly zealous ambition from the path they might take. Thank you, and I hope you take my words to heart."
The insectoid'smandibles clicked slightly as he stopped speaking, and the image cut out immediately. Once again slicers and the proper knowledge would do thier jobs well, eliminating any record of the still highly encryped message from all databanks. From the site of the broadcast, indeed it was a ship, it was already on it's way from that point in case a trace was indeed successful.
OOC: Sorry about slipping a little far into the descriptions of the surroundings. I've been wanting to describe that room for months now, and I couldn't help but do a small portion now.
IC: The combination of brilliant slicers combined with prior knowledge of existing security codes and systems will allow some organizations access to pretty much anything. Such was the case in this instance. With relative ease the Phantom slicers accessed the personal holonet transcievers of thier targets, activating them and projecting a hologram for the viewers. The hologram was this...
A Gand stood clothed in black loose cloth, his hood thrown back over his shoulder. He carried no obvious weaponry, but his size and his movement as he stood from his chair hinted that he was dangerous with or without such weaponry. His exoskeleton was a midnight blue, and his body language was passive, but still menacing at the same time. He stood, looking into the holocamera for a few moments before speaking.
The room behind him gave little away to the location of the broadcast, though the makeup of the wall behind the alien hinted that he was probably aboard some ship, and the decorations indicated one of the ship's lounges. The wall was decorated with what appeared to be memorabilia from a campaign of some sort, ranging from a shelf of dismembered droid and criminal heads to three wanted posters of a Rebel Special Ops team from back during the original Galactic Civil War. These were rather peculiar, all three men, apparently human wore black, and the posters themselves were odd. The first appeared to be Exar Kun, wielding twin lightsabers. The second was a blurred image, the outline of a man aiming a blaster at the camera that had taken his picture, most likely the camera's last viewing before being destroyed. The third was perhaps even odder, a series of pictures. Men, women, humans, all variety of alien races. The third member of this outlaw band appeared to be a master of disguise, never having his true image captured.
Behind the Gand there were also several holoprojectors playing recordings of what seemed to be the escapades of the three in the wanted posters, the most eye-catching of which included a man in very short, tight, shorts wrestling a massive alligator, quite comically actually.
After a few seconds the outer eyelids of the Gand blinked, and he began to speak.
"As you may or may not know, my name is Jander Sunstar. Among other things, I lead a group called the Phantoms. A group that holds few allegiances. Today I'm sending this message to you in hopes to enlighten you as to your ambitions. In the past you've achieved much, and garnered much power and respect. I however, have been asked to warn you of a path you it is believed you may be taking. I must assure you that should you choose to take this path, that will not lead to a good ending."
"I speak to those who would usurp power from the gravely injured Emperor Fearsons. I have known the man since both of our youths. Back when we were forced to fight for our lives side by side in a slave revolt many years before you were born. Since then our paths have crossed again and again, our respect for one another has only grown."
"So now the time has come that I feel I must speak to those who would take from him what he has worked hard for throughout his many years. Those far removed from him, and those as close as family. Do not steal from this man his livelyhood, I guarentee you you won't like what you get. If I've learned nothing else about him, it's that things are rarely as they seem. While I am not a Jedi, or anyone capable to see into the future, I see only bad things to come from those who would pilfer power from such a man, horribly injured or not."
"Please don't think this a threat, nor would it be an idle one if it were so, for I certainly do not take kindly from those who would hurt individuals I call my friends. For now I simply seek to counsel those with perhaps overly zealous ambition from the path they might take. Thank you, and I hope you take my words to heart."
The insectoid'smandibles clicked slightly as he stopped speaking, and the image cut out immediately. Once again slicers and the proper knowledge would do thier jobs well, eliminating any record of the still highly encryped message from all databanks. From the site of the broadcast, indeed it was a ship, it was already on it's way from that point in case a trace was indeed successful.
OOC: Sorry about slipping a little far into the descriptions of the surroundings. I've been wanting to describe that room for months now, and I couldn't help but do a small portion now.