You decide to switch your holoviewer to the frequency that had been used by the Whisperer’s Network following the recent shocking broadcast. The picture resolves into an image of a very clean and expensive looking studio set, in dark grey and orange. From the right hand side of the room enters a single armour-clad Nautolan, limping and his weary face covered in fresh cuts and bruises. He walks over to the studio’s one chair and sits down with a slightly pained expression on his face. He turns his one-eyed visage towards the camera droid, an old Hologlide J57 and begins to speak.
“Greetings.” he says, sounding a little weary, “I speak to you today with a heavy heart, but I am talking to you today. Not so long ago, the city our group founded and toiled to construct with our bare hands, was viciously assaulted by persons unknown. A great number of faction members were slain in the defence of our city. We lost around 387 personnel whose names are now being engraved upon a large obelisk which will stand in our newly renamed plaza right opposite the city archives in Memorial plaza. Amongst those we lost were friends, colleagues, droids, and a few people I considered family. Nothing we can do will bring them back, we can only remember them.”
He looked away from the camera for a brief second as if lost in thought and you can see the large scar that bisects his right eye socket covered by his eyepatch. “In some ways we were lucky. We managed to cover the escape of the vast majority of women and children, my own included just before we lost the landing pad. We mounted a forlorn, last ditch effort to protect our faction’s HQ, but the enemy forces were too strong, too numerous and too well equipped. We managed to capture a couple of the interlopers, however they chose to take their own lives before we could extract much information from them. All I can say is our Investigative Reporters have not been idle since the attack and have discovered the following things. The group who decided to attack us may be called ‘The Crimson Hand’. We have traced them back to an area of space they seem to have used as a place to launch their attack from. There the trail goes cold as it is on a major trade route so too many ships have crossed their ion trails rendering it impossible to continue our pursuit. Our team of expert Slicers have however traced their communications and data links and are in the process of taking these down, cutting them off their funding streams. Our Slicers also discovered that they are a Mercenary Group with links to various underworld groups. They seem to be typical Mercenaries, taking pay where they can get it and often work with terrorist groups.”
“Today however, is not the day to wallow in our grief and thoughts of revenge. We have new horizons to cross, new adventures to discover, life goes on, but for now the Whisperer’s Network is no more.
“Whither now? Who knows exactly, but for now we have a city to rebuild, new funding to secure, orphans to find homes for, new opportunities to seek, our future is not grim and or dark, but is something beyond….”
With that the feed fades out and your screen goes black.
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