A mainstream news program originating from Coruscant leads off with its headline story during dinner hour…
The animated logo of GNN plays as the broadcast begins. The intro music plays, with the anchor speaking over the tail-end of it.
“This just in! We’ve been given a live feed straight from Alliance Headquarters on Odessen.”
The familiar figure of former Supreme Chancellor Leontyne Saresh, a green-skinned Twi’lek dressed in a white tunic and cloak, ascends the ramp to the platform. Many Alliance members are gathered in an unruly mob in front of the platform, but uncertainty is drawn on their faces and no one makes a move; low murmuring and whispering increases as more people gather into the assembly. With a confidence and brashness typical of her term as Supreme Chancellor, Saresh strides to the podium and allows a dramatic pause before she begins to speak.
“Members of the Alliance! As many of you have already heard, your commander is dead.”
The last word is quieter than the others, and a news feed closeup of her visage shows a brief hint of uncertainty in the word’s use.
The murmuring of the Alliance assembly grows into a clamor as several members are shown with despair on their own faces. A clang sounds out off-screen, with no indication as to where it came from.
“There are dark times ahead. But fear not, I have come to offer you a beacon!”
A figure enters the crowd, which promptly parts to allow it to come forward. As Saresh sees the Outlander, the fear on her face is so pronounced that it’s almost comical seeing the rapid transition.
The former Supreme Chancellor turns and starts to run from the podium, until a blonde Sith dressed in a grey tunic draws her red lightsaber. A man with cybernetic implants wearing a red and black jacket and brown pants approaches with his blaster drawn. Saresh, cornered, turns to face the Outlander.
“I assume you know everything, then.”
The Outlander doesn’t say a word, instead opting to throw a hard punch straight to the Twi’lek’s face.
“I’ll take that as a yes. It doesn’t matter. The Alliance needs a leader like me. I saw an opportunity and I took it. I won’t apologize for that.”
The blonde Sith speaks out with contempt.
“We are well beyond apologies.”
The man with his blaster drawn speaks out as well.
“What do we do with her?”
Saresh replies with no remorse in her voice, but instead a seeming defiance.
“Execution, I expect. It’s what Vaylin would do. It’s what I would do.”
Before the Outlander has a chance to respond, the live feed cuts out. The anchor’s head reappears on the screen.
“Ohhh no. Let’s see if we can get the holo back, obviously we lost our connection. Sorry about the technical difficulties, we apologize for the inconvenience. Anyway…”
The anchor doesn’t even show a hint of genuine consternation at the loss of the live feed. Slightly covered by his podium, a small button pinned to his formal jacket says, “Saresh for Chancellor ATC 23.”
On other news channels, the media explodes with analysis and debate between talking heads over the implications of what is presumably Saresh’s ultimate deposition by the Outlander. A statement made by Supreme Chancellor Madon follows shortly thereafter, condemning the Alliance for actions against a former Supreme Chancellor and esteemed citizen of the Republic.