Tabloid Protest on Kessel: Police Brutality!

[The Storyteller]

OOC: Open to any reactions​

A shaky recording taken from a dataphone was uploaded to Switter, the Galaxy's most commonly used social media app. The video showcased a decent sized crowd of slavers, those who thought the election was rigged, people who relied on the spice trade, and a few former slaves who have been unable to return to their homeworlds. Many were screaming and yelling a variety of things. The former slaves were mostly chanting "We want to go home!" They did not have any money to return to their homeworlds, and they wanted to leave as soon as possible. Most of the protestors were those who believed the election was rigged, and they were chanting for a recount.

As the crowd grew angrier, some of them got too close and were shoved away by the security. The protestors grew furious and began to swarm the security forces and an all out brawl occurred.

However, the protestors stood no chance as a riot team was eventually dispatched armed with blasters set to stun. They began firing a few warning shots, and then firing at a few people as to scare off the crowd. A Twi'lek girl could be heard shouting "You can't do this!" A hand dawning a black leather glove suddenly grabbed a hold of the camera "Hey this is my phone you can'-" the phone fell, the camera facing flat on the ground.

The sounds of yelling and a person being beat with a metal baton could be heard. Eventually the dataphone was smashed into bits and the video ended. The video would eventually be taken down off the site, but enough people viewed it for news to start spreading.

@Nor'baal

 

[Nor'baal Desilijic]

As the protest continued, and the line of security personnel held the main brunt of the group back, a large figure appeared on a balcony above. Shielded behind a large film of energy, the figure was none other than Governor Nor’baal himself. To his right a translator droid stood, wired into a loud projector to make its voice carry father. Nor’baal spread his arms, and spoke in Huttese, as his droid translated:

”Citizens of Kessel, rejoice!”

“The great Nor’baal has heard your cries and lamentations, and his in awe-inspiring wisdom, decrees that a sum of credits shall be released to each and every former slave of the old masters of Kessel.”

“For those who wish to find new lives off-world, his Serene Excellency shall provide safe transport, and a grant of currency used on the world of your choice to establish a new life for you and your families.”

“For those who wish to remain, good work shall be found, and housing provided in the Palace of the Governor himself, for a period of one year, whilst new homes are built for all former Slaves.”

“His excellency welcomes you all - REJOICE! For you are free!”

The droid concluded its proclamation as Nor’baal smiled, hearing cheers from the gathered slaves below. Soon they would drown out the allegations from other protestors that he had rigged the election, of this he was sure. As for the money he had promised, that would come from the sizable reserved the former owners of the mines had left.

Nor’baal would make arrangements to live on his pleasure yacht whilst those freed slaves who remained occupied rooms in the palace whilst their own homes were built.

Heading back into the Palace, wherein he would make for his ship, the new Governor allowed himself a deep, booming laugh.

 

[Chysim Reech]

Chysim was speechless.

For thirty years his father, Kaverr Reech, had been stuck on that planet. Thirty kriffing years. And now...

The Trandoshan found himself crying. His face was expressionless, but tears streamed down his leathery complexion as he watched the momentous news unfold before him. He could still remember the day his ol' pops had been taken away from him on Saleucami. It was Chysim's untimely birthday present- he was only twelve when he had lost his home and his family.

Now he could...at least...take one of those back.

"Oh, Da'..." He sobbed. "You won't believe nuttin' I did while yuh were gone...Not one bit..." The old cowboy giggled while he cried. He imagined Kaverr's potential facial expressions after Chysim explained how he ripped off the arms or a Mandalorian, fought side by side with one, helping assist in rescuing a Senator on Onderon, retrieving a century old lightsaber that belonged to Darth Maul- and so much more in between.

He wiped his nose off on his sleeve and sniveled a bit as he started his U-wing up.

Don't worry, Da'. Yer ol' boy is comin' to getcha.

@Nor'baal