HoloNet News BREAKING NEWS: Onderon Royal Family Butchered!

[The Storyteller]

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BREAKING NEWS

Reporters on the scene are relaying that a devastating crime has been committed in the Onderon Royal Palace! Initial reports indicate that the entire royal family has been killed by the entity known as ‘Raze’. The Anzat was able to mentally take over the family members, corral them into the King’s chamber and consume them systematically.

Raze was reportedly seated on the King’s throne for some time as authorities arrived. However, when Rangers and palace guards arrived on the scene, the entity seemingly vanished from sight. Detectives report mass casualties in the palace, and it appears that one of the ground workers was mentally manipulated to allow Raze entry. From there, he was able to manipulate or kill any in his path to the royal family.

Unfortunately, the entire royal family was present at the time, which suggests that Raze has an insider working the ground for him. While the galaxy deliberates on what to do about this great evil, he continues to cripple planets and their infrastructure.

Onderon clearly is of special interest to Raze, as he was also responsible for the death of its last King and Senator almost twenty years ago.

In the chaos of this all, the Onderon Crown Jewels are once again reported to be missing.

 

[The Storyteller]

Shortly after the King was killed, reports began of the same monstrosities that have been attacking Coruscant and Byblos appeared. At this time, multiple cities have already fallen to these new swarms, and initial attempts by the Noble Militaries to mount defensive action was ineffective.

With mounting casualties among the civilian and military population, it was Lady Taevarion of Noble House Taevarion who first made this speech.

Citizens of Onderon. My family have been leaders on this, my home, for over 7,000 years. We have weathered the thick and thin, we have seen Republics and Empires come and go and we have stood together through wars that have taken loved ones, family, and friends. I'm here to tell you that - as we did in those days - we will weather this as well. But only if we don't let our pride get the better of us, she said.

I have negotiated with the Dark Lord Raze and any of those who lay down their arms and stop fighting will be spared. Those who resist will be annihilated, she said. It was simple and straight to the point. Any who were familiar with House Taevarion would know not only that they were ruthless but that their name dated back to the days of Andraste. It would come as no great surprise whose side she sided with.

Those who would adapt to our changing galaxy need only to reach out and seize a place in the new order. Change is coming, and survival means we change with it, she said.

 

[Zorya]

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Z O R Y A

The outskirts of Kira Fortress were uncharacteristically silent, giving the area a mournful atmosphere that seemed to accentuate the murkiness of the twilight. Zorya had only just emerged from the dense jungles of Onderon, her pale silver dreads cascading down her back like liquid moonlight. In the distance, the din of the native wildlife played as a steady lullaby.

With her usually silent self and O'bog's mischievous and garrulous nature absent, the weight of loneliness pressed upon her. The chirp of her Holonet device brought her back from her reverie, and the crackling voice of a reporter detailed the heinous assassination at the Royal Palace. The disembodied voice of a news anchor echoed eerily, recounting the grisly scene that had just unfolded at the Onderon Royal Palace. "Devastation! The entire royal family has been killed by the entity known as 'Raze'."

Mental curses flooded her mind as the implications settled in. By the kriffing stars, she thought, what have I done to invoke the wrath of the Force in such a way? To be twice caught in the machinations of two of the most menacing Sith Lords in the galaxy within the span of a single solar cycle. The thought of the King brought forth a sneer. Useless, the lot of them, she remarked to herself. The King's feeble reign was of little consequence, but the force that had taken him down was another matter entirely.

No sooner had the thought passed her mind when the air became electrified with tension. The surrounding jungle erupted in guttural roars and snarls, as monstrous abominations surged forward. Onderon's wildlife had been turned into grotesque mockeries of their former selves. Zorya's instincts ignited. She sprinted toward Kira Fortress, her robes billowing behind her. But as she moved, her sharp eyes caught sight of the ordinary folks—those without the powers or training she had been privileged with—being torn apart by the nightmarish creatures. A pang of unusual empathy struck her. The Sith Exile, marked by scars of betrayal and pain, felt a burning need to protect them. She unleashed forceful gusts of energy, giving the civilians a chance to flee to the relative safety of the fortress.

Within the fortress walls, the atmosphere was thick with fear. Supplies dwindled, and many had been killed in the sudden assault. The nights, marked by the monstrous roars outside, were the worst. With each new dawn, hope dimmed a little more.

Determined, Zorya mobilized her logistics acumen, once put to good use in the Sith Academy on Umbara. She sought to orchestrate a semblance of order, rationing supplies and setting up defenses. Her leadership, though unexpected, was undeniable.

Days later, the airwaves brought a message from Lady Taevarion of Noble House Taevarion. Her voice echoed throughout the fortress, a siren's call amidst the chaos. The promise of safety for those who surrendered was tantalizing, but Zorya saw through the facade. Something about the declaration felt amiss. With a cold, calculating gaze, she muttered to herself, Lady Taevarion is making a bid for the Crown, of that I'm certain. She paused, fingertips lightly grazing the scorched surface of her left hand, But what does this mean for my agenda? How does one navigate a storm they never saw coming?
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[Ezra Thorne]

Ezra was disgusted. He was working himself to the bone trying to step in where the Jedi Council had gone silent, where the Grandmaster was presumed dead, and the galaxy fell into chaos. It was never enough. They were always a step behind. This news was the latest in a series of blows Raze was dealing to the galaxy. But it hit Ezra far worse.

Because Raze was ultimately still his father.

The Knight was alone, and he was hunched over vomiting. Raze was born in his father’s mind and had been a part of his father for over two decades of his life until he finally found a corporeal form of his own. But this meant that his father had committed all these atrocities in the past. Raze’s blood ran through his veins. It made him sick. He tried to run and escape from it, tried to rise above it, but he was reminded about it at every turn.

Eventually called Emryc Thorne and stared him in the eye as their matching, silver gazes met, “You’ve created this. You have to end it.”

 

[Surzi Voarvi]

 

[Garo Dalle]

"Garo Dalle here on Onderon where Darth Raze has once again reaped his namesake on the entire royal family." Garo began his broadcast smiling in front of the gates of the palace, he tried to get in but his hunch that they would believe he was an exterminator fell short "Sources say the king's chamber was turned into a makeshift butcher shoot, But in a surprising twist Lady Taevarion has called for the peaceful transition of power over to their new multilimbed overlords.Time will only tell what this will do to her public opinion polls"

"We are here first taking to the blood-soaked streets to give you an eyewitness account to what many believe to be the future of the galaxy." Garo flinched at an explosion that rang out from behind him, he then found a Man cowering behind a wreaked speeder bike, he wore the uniform of the noble military, doubled over he cradled the stump that was once his arm. "Sir you look like you have been in some of the action, could you describe what you have been seeing?" The man did not respond immediately, he just blinked. but after a few moments and Garo flashing medical supplies from behind the camera he started. "They came from all directions, from windows, doors, and even the sewers. We tried to mount a defense but they were already on us. I tried to save my captain but they took him and my arm for the trouble. They ripped him apart in front of me" Garo paused as it was at this moment that Garo decided this was not the place to be. "Hmm Gross, well you stop that bleeding, and good luck to you in your future endeavors."

Garo continued to run in the direction of his transport, "As you can see folks local law enforcement and military seem to be completely ineffective to this threat, Time will only tell what effect Lady Taevarion live and let live policy will have, We will stay here as this story unfol...What the %^&$ is that?!" Abomination streaks across the screen tackling a guard and ripping him apart live, The screams of the man are drowned out by the shrieks of Garo. "This is Garo Dalle reporting, sprinting to an emergency shelter so you don't have to!" Garo's studio voice broke into a simple whimper as the feed cut out.