//Begin Transmission....
//Accessing Holo-net.... Region C-4852
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//Establishing Holo-net Connection....
//Holo-net Connection Established....
//Broadcasting to....
//C-4852.324.... Tammar
//C-4852.311.... Kegan
//C-4852.401.... Teth
//C-4852.481.... Kubindi
//C-4852.372.... Fwillsving

"Good Morning, evening or perhaps night. I am Kyric Zen. Former Azguard Regent candidate. Current leader of Farfalen. I am speaking to you today to preach a large injustice going on in todays galactic politics. You see, years ago after the final battle of Adumar. I foolishly believed that both the Galactic Coalition and the Black Dragon Empire to which Farfalen is closely alligned with could co-exist in this vast galaxy. But now, with talks of war and even skirmishes beginning on the border regions of both territories that vision see to become just a dream.
The Coalition claims to be a peace-loving society and I fully believe that they can still be one. It was once said that if a leader does not perform his duty the way his people see fit, then he should be removed. You, citizens of the Coalition are a democratic society, a principle I once attempted to govern by. But war is never the first answer. Question your leadership, I beg of you. And have a good day."

//End Transmission.

He was dead.

No.

Not yet. He was going to die.

The constant loom of death, creeping through his front door would soon force the confrontation. This he knew. There were two constants in life: death and taxes and now Kyric Zen, the once proud leader of Farfalen, was going to sucuumb to a petty disease.

He could blame himself. He really could. Afterall, it was his own stubborness that kept his symptons quiet. Kyric felt that he had just a bit of a cough although it turned out to be lung and heart disease. The disease itself was easily curable in its early stages. It started out in his lungs and eventually spread to his heart. When the end came, Zen was going to be on a respirator until his heart fails. And that point, he will die.

A grim truth. But it was the only truth that he knows left. He will die. Kyric had lived his life fearlessly. Taking troops into battle on foot or in space. For all of the times that he had done this, fear was an emotion he felt once. The first time. When he was a mere ensign, aboard a cargo-freighter being attacked by pirates. From that point, he never feared again.

The tables had turned though now. He would die a weak old man, feeble and kept alive by machines. Not through the glory and awesomeness that combat was. The only battle truly left in his mind was the one in his body. The Galactic Coalition or any similiar threat was hardly a concern at this point. Dusk was beginning for Kyric and at the end of the day, all he wanted to do was go home and be alone.

No.

No.

He couldn't do that. Or moreso that he wasn't allowed to do that. The Coalition had decided that the Farfalen and Black Dragon Empire threat was too imminent. Nevermind the fact that it had been years since open war had occured between the two. But here it was again, rearing its ugly face at the galaxy, all to see.

And here, in a tiny little room on Hargeeva, a steel box, sat Kyric Zen. Hiding his disease, for none to see.

//Begin Transmission....
//Accessing Holo-net.... Region C-4852
//.......
//Establishing Holo-net Connection....
//Holo-net Connection Established....
//Broadcasting to....
//C-4852.324.... Tammar
//C-4852.311.... Kegan
//C-4852.401.... Teth
//C-4852.481.... Kubindi
//C-4852.372.... Fwillsving

"Good morning. With every passing day, I fear that the worst will be. With every passing day, the Coalition continues its march to war. A war that will only spell pain for everyone involved. Except those that start it. Since what has seemed like forever, you have graced the Tion sector. And now, someone at Azguardia will curse your towns. Curse your homes. And most importantly, curse your children--to death.

The war won't be fought far away. The Coalition will push this war right into your towns and homes! The citizens of the Tion sector, whether they live on Dameo, Kessel, Kegan, or Teth will feel this war the most. War is not the first answer! Do not let this war happen. Do not let the Galactic Coalition force you to become their pawns--their slaves in this war against your fellow Tion sector citizens. Find other alternatives. Good day."

//End Transmission.