Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201318/@comment-1734134-20170516113752

As you tune in with the vox, you find on all frequencies a single transmission is playing - accompanied by a fanfare of Imperial music, a soft voice begins to filters through,

''"This is Governor Pryce, and I speak to you from the provisional planetary capital of Kino-Demouja. Now good citizens, We live in an age of poverty, greed, violence, destruction. Indeed, the very seat of the federal government, Song-Di-Wang, has been reduced to what is now known as the "wasteland." The wasteland... How did it come to this, fellow Imperials? How did your leaders allow the most powerful planet in the system… to die? The answer is really quite simple: Heresy. Heresy at the highest echelons of power. We put our trust, our faith, in halfwits. Our intrepid leaders had everything they wanted! Power. Wealth. Prestige. And it made them corrupt, Spiuq QR. Oh yes, and corruption breeds heresy. Rest assured, I will not make the mistakes of my generals and contemporaries, who so cruelly betrayed us. When Governor Pryce builds a world, he builds it to last. The Imperial way, the War Effort way. Don't you, my darling Spiuq QR, deserve that? Don't you deserve a future free of war, and fear, and terrible uncertainty? Of course you do. As Governor of Spiuq QR, you have my solemn pledge that I will never rest, NEVER rest, until we all have what we deserve: A place to truly call... home. Now, until next time, this is Governor Pryce"''

The transmission ends, followed by a loop of more Imperial music.

But in the darkness, not far from you, you're sure you can here something move. The pilot is quick to slip back inside the shuttle, the hatch sealing behind it as the sound of footsteps becomes louder. You're able to catch a glimpse of it - something tall, with sinewy limbs and beady red eyes, that scuttles out of view just as the shuttles engines begin to fire up.