"Hello again, fellow fans of good music. This is Darwi and you're listening to the Sixth Sense, straight from the Wonderland Studio. Thanks to Moldo we're back for you like I promised. Before I announce the first song, I'd like to share a tale of two remarkable individuals who have influenced today's selection without knowing it. One is a droid calling himself Eight, a great fan of classical compositions with a belligerent vibe, who came over yesterday and spent the time with me seeking just the right composition to accompany him for his day of honest work. And we found it together! The other incredible gentleman is Zan from Solmilo's who called me after the program and asked if I could provide some radio music for the casino because their band leader cancelled. We ended up singing together various songs from my repertoire, connected remotely but still live! I know my songs, but him, he learned them on the fly and impressed the audience and his singing partner with his talent and drive. The first song of the evening is thus..."
Throughout the moon of Nar Shaddaa, every live broadcast is cut out into a blank screen and/or static. Mere moments afterward, a new transmission was aired. Standing in a blank room was a humanoid figure wearing baggy clothing, goggles, a cowl, anything to conceal his identity. "Welcome to Nar Shaddaa, honored guests of the Galactic Republic and the Sith Empire." Like his appearance, his voice was garbled to weaken identification. "The Hutt Cartels are hosting your peace delegation and this is not our concern. No. It is our concern that the Hutts have not shown you who is truly in charge of this system."
A pause. "
The people."
Various images were plastered up, ranging from utter decadence to the downtrodden of Shadow Town. "Several hours ago, your delegates feasted upon the fruits of our labor. In return, we are persecuted and enslaved. Now we will claim our just compensation."
The broadcast changed to the perspective of someone in one of many crowded streets of the sprawling metropolis. The camera shook with every movement made but the focus was on one man: Aris N'ventas. In mere moments, his entourage was wiped out by an ambush of flash grenades and blaster fire. However, the same weapons were not used to eliminate the true target. Instead, a horde emerged from the dispersing crowd and rushed him, each armed with shivs. They latched onto him and stabbed him repeatedly, his screams of agony climbing above the panic surrounding him. The cameraman himself sent his shiv into Aris' throat but still they stabbed and stabbed.
Unsurprisingly, the Hutt security forces were eventually able to shut the stream down. However, the damage was already done, the message clear.
Crescent Shadow refused to be left out of the peace talks.OOC: Scrutiny is modified by -1.0. Related Events are
Aftermath and
Dead Man's Secrets, both at Early Evening. Good luck!
