JEDI HoloNet

[Images play of the capital city of Alzoc III. Humans and other species of sentients run through the streets, seeking cover as a rainbow of colorful blaster bolts fly haphazardly in every direction through the air. The dark silhouette of a large warship loom over the city, overtaking the stars and moon in the night sky.]

These images are being rebroadcast, but were originally broadcast live from the Capital City of Alzoc III just hours ago. A surprise attack by a well-coordinated military force overtook local security forces with relative ease and now the planet appears to be occupied for all intents and purposes.

Local security forces were given the cleared out former Jedi Enclave to use as their central base of operations. From what we understand, they’re hold out there currently in a brutal siege, hoping to hold out for reinforcements from somewhere.

We’re unsure about who is responsible for this attack or what their motivations are but- hold on. Breaking now as we speak… A new broadcast from Alzoc III since the planet’s holonet went dark, we’re patching it through now:

[The council chambers of the Jedi temple on Alzoc III flickers through. The cool whites, blues, and greys of the complex unusually unsettling juxtaposed with the figure standing in the center of the room, clad in black durasteel armor and a helmet in the shape of a warped and twisted alien skull with glowing orange eyes. When they speak, their voice is modulated and guttural…]

Greetings.

I am Iskrandeer, the Wyld King. My people have long lived in the dark expanse outside the rim of this galaxy. We’ve watched as the galaxy shapes and reshapes itself for generations. A cacophonous chaos that breeds contempt, death, and stagnation that they then pass onto their progeny who begin the cycle anew.

I will rectify this. I have taken your people to give them purpose, drive, meaning, and direction… Your generations who otherwise would have flitted aimlessly about their lives… Undirected, unutilized, unfulfilled… I’ve become their savior.

Your warriors of the Wyld cannot help you. They misunderstand the purpose of the power they’ve been given. They misunderstand their place in the Galaxy… But they will soon be reminded.

As I’ve saved the destitute, downtrodden, and forgotten at the edge of your civilization so too will I become your savior now. I give you one Galactic week to make your choice: submit yourself willingly to my rule… Or put forward your best, futile attempt at resistance so I might prove to the galactic community that I have a rightful claim to this territory.

[This broadcast ends and the airtime is filled with a resounding silence for several, long moments]

More on this story as it develops… Reporting from Skynara, this is Andee Nevaro.