OOC Note: This roleplay will evolve into a triple-pronged takeover of Sluis Van, Borleais, and Kamino. Also, this first post is from the Point of View of Ayydar Veila, but since his title it messed up I've repoted it.

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<font color=orange>Event Horizon: Flashpoint

The holonet flickers to life with an urgency not seen since the days of the Galactic Civil War. Units across the galaxy went active as the words were displayed "The Jutraalian Empire has fallen!".

Across the galaxy, the news services of Vinda-Corp and LFX Industrial battled for supremacy as to who could draw in the most viewers. It was a game of Robamsho built on the catastophe of Chadd Fearsons' legacy.

The reports continued to flock in from all directions; the disappearence of Emperor Fearsons, the absence of the Super Star Destroyer Cellestial Corruptor from over Clak'Dor VII, and the destruction of the palace on Depsayre itself.

"This is Ayydar Veila, reporting for LFX News Network, with a special update. The Corporation has just obtained this rare footage of the Super Star Destroyer Death's Hand, ripping itself to shreds over the Jutraalian Empire's capitol at Despayre."

The announcers image is replaced with that of the mighty Eclipse-class Star Destroyer, fire blossoming from its engines, in its death agonies. Ayydar's voice carries on over the grisly image of death.

"Jutraalian fleets everywhere are being systematically destroyed by self-destruction tools or torn to shreds by their enemies in their confusion. Already, reports are rising of parties invading former Jutraalian worlds with fleets of warships to secure these holdings."

There is a pause as the image turns to that of Sluis Van, Borleais, and Kamino, each with a piece of the pie-split screen to their own.

"Seti Ashar, Cheif Executive Officer of LFX Industrial, has dispatched the Home Defence Corps to the worlds of Sluis Van, Borleais, and Kamino, to render aide to civilians there and secure these former Jutraalian holdings. Dozens of fleet tenders, hospital ships, and supply ships carrying items for medical aide, food, and shelter, accompany the fleets."

"The HDC High Command has decreed the situation critical, and warns all persons to be extremely cautious, should the Jutraalian Civil War extend beyond their own borders."

"We will deliver more as the situation unfolds."

<font color=green>Sixteen Hours Prior - Industrial Centre (Eriadu)

The chattering of a dozen excited voices dropped suddenly as the doors opened and Seti Ashar, with the imposing figure or Lord Protector Hiram Drayson, entered the room.

There was a silence as they took their seats and looked about, before someone dared to ask, "Is it true, then, sir?" Seti considered the man for a moment, unsmiling. Finally, he simply nodded.
"They are true. The Jutraalian Empire, with Chadd Fearsons gone and the Death's Hand destroyed, has begun to splinter."

The voices rose once more as those assembled took this news. One voice, one that Seti did not recognize, rose above the rest.
"Splinter? What do you mean, Ashar, splinter?" The CEO remained quiet, and it was Hiram Drayson that eventually answered.
"When Fearsons left, he left a trial of destruction in his wake. He eliminated hundreds of high government officials, leaving the Empire with little more than Admiral Zen and the Viscount del Forza, and their officers. The Lord Admiral and the Viscount have both claimed ownership, and we predict that they will war with one another before all is said and done. Furthermore, we have Rogue elements of the fleet that had broken off and begun pirating our borders. There have been two attacks on Eriadu itself since the first announcement, and they're not over. The entire Sluis Van system appears to be rallied against Eriadu, and there are others that are doing far worse. Borleais' defence fleet has turned on the population, we've had word of repeated TIE Defender attacks there."

There was a silence as this was absorbed.

"What do you suggest, Drayson?" The Lord Protector smiled.
"The CEO has already approved the Home Defence Corps. to respond appropriately. Relief fleets are en-route to Sluis Van and Borleais..." a pause, "...and Kamino."

"Kamino, Ashar? What are you playing it, exactly?" The CEO replied, cool as ever, with one word.

"...profits..."