Welcome, one and all to the fabulous Galactic News Net studios, based here in sunny Acupoco. Take a seat, get a drink, for today's discussion is about to begin!
The Galactic News Network, or GNN for short, is a sector-spanning news network, far away in some deep corner of the Galaxy. It's reports rarely make it to The Empire's part of the Galaxy, or The Coalition's. Indeed, only a handful of local worlds would usually hear them. But today is different.
They can offer something which few other organizations can: A safe, well-equipped neutral ground for reporters, journalists, intelligence operatives, spokespersons and ambassadors of all nations, to come together and shout at one another in peace. You'd never get Imperial officers or officials to go to the Coalition News Network, and it'd be a hot day on Hoth before the Coalition would send representatives to INS. But here? Beyond the grasping hands of both factions? Perfect.
That's why, today, in studio 49, people from across the galaxy fight for a seat to watch the proceedings soon to take place upon the small podium at the front of the room. On a raised area of the floor, many comfy-looking seats were arranged, and a table generously supplied with drinks and snacks. All around, crew raced about, carrying everything from back-up power cables to the all-important breakfast bagle.
Then, as if by magic, each light glowed to life. The room brightened as devices hummed and activated. The bickering crowd fell silent, as the opening theme music began...
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for.......
Jameson Flint! Your one and only debate mediator slash anchorman!
Those in the crowd familiar with James began clapping wildly, though the majority just gave him a blank stare, this man with his massive smile, shiny teeth, ridiculous hair-do, and sparkly costume. But that didn't dampen his spirits one bit, he came out grinning madly and waving his arms as if to say "Sweet Jeebus I'm on fire! Put it out! Put it out!".
"Hello! And what a wonderful crowd we have today, people from all across the galaxy-which, by the way, is the best damn galaxy ever." The people cheered, they may or may not find him slimey in appearence, but you had to take your compliments where you found them in this galaxy. "We've got quite a show for you tonight ladies and gentlemen,... and, uh, asexual entites" one of the Hutts in the crowd nodded.
"So we best get started! We originally had Mike Bullard III to do an opening act, but unfortunately during a dress rehearsel he set himself on fire and died quite painfully, so let's just get straight to the debate!
"Today's topic-chosen by our viewers-is the war between The Empire and the Galactic Coating, wait is that right?" He squinted at the auto-prompter "Oh, The Galactic Coalition, I knew that. Anyways, we've assembled quite a crack team of brains to mull this one over, and Heeeeeeeeeeeere they are!"
The Galactic News Network, or GNN for short, is a sector-spanning news network, far away in some deep corner of the Galaxy. It's reports rarely make it to The Empire's part of the Galaxy, or The Coalition's. Indeed, only a handful of local worlds would usually hear them. But today is different.
They can offer something which few other organizations can: A safe, well-equipped neutral ground for reporters, journalists, intelligence operatives, spokespersons and ambassadors of all nations, to come together and shout at one another in peace. You'd never get Imperial officers or officials to go to the Coalition News Network, and it'd be a hot day on Hoth before the Coalition would send representatives to INS. But here? Beyond the grasping hands of both factions? Perfect.
That's why, today, in studio 49, people from across the galaxy fight for a seat to watch the proceedings soon to take place upon the small podium at the front of the room. On a raised area of the floor, many comfy-looking seats were arranged, and a table generously supplied with drinks and snacks. All around, crew raced about, carrying everything from back-up power cables to the all-important breakfast bagle.
Then, as if by magic, each light glowed to life. The room brightened as devices hummed and activated. The bickering crowd fell silent, as the opening theme music began...
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for.......
Jameson Flint! Your one and only debate mediator slash anchorman!
Those in the crowd familiar with James began clapping wildly, though the majority just gave him a blank stare, this man with his massive smile, shiny teeth, ridiculous hair-do, and sparkly costume. But that didn't dampen his spirits one bit, he came out grinning madly and waving his arms as if to say "Sweet Jeebus I'm on fire! Put it out! Put it out!".
"Hello! And what a wonderful crowd we have today, people from all across the galaxy-which, by the way, is the best damn galaxy ever." The people cheered, they may or may not find him slimey in appearence, but you had to take your compliments where you found them in this galaxy. "We've got quite a show for you tonight ladies and gentlemen,... and, uh, asexual entites" one of the Hutts in the crowd nodded.
"So we best get started! We originally had Mike Bullard III to do an opening act, but unfortunately during a dress rehearsel he set himself on fire and died quite painfully, so let's just get straight to the debate!
"Today's topic-chosen by our viewers-is the war between The Empire and the Galactic Coating, wait is that right?" He squinted at the auto-prompter "Oh, The Galactic Coalition, I knew that. Anyways, we've assembled quite a crack team of brains to mull this one over, and Heeeeeeeeeeeere they are!"
