HoloNet News

[johnstonmr]

This is a Flat-screen projection from the HNN. HoloNet transmissions can be either Holos (sketchy visual quality) or flat-screen (perfect clarity).

Human woman looks into the camera

Good evening, and welcome to the Interstellar Edition of the HoloNet News Network. I'm Orana Ban.

On Coruscant today, the new Duro Senator, Aamenn Rosun, was sworn in.

Picture changes to the Senate Hall, Aamenn Rosun stands before the dais of the High Council, facing the galleries.

"It is my intention to carry on with the policies of my predecessor, Denna. Her attitudes are my attitudes, her love of law, of the New Republic, and of the Jedi Order are also mine."

Return to Orana Ban

In graver news, a Jedi was attacked and beaten by an angry crowd on Druckenwell, the first such incident on that planet, which lies along the Hydian Way, near Bothan Space.

We now return you to "Biographies: The Skywalkers"

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[tobin.livejournal.com]

[OOC] I'm so tempted to do this: "Dassid calls out to the rest of the people present in the lounge. "Does anyone mind if I change the link? I think we've watched Biographies: The Skywalkers at least ten times already. And I want to see the final episode of The Real Galaxy: Yavin-4. Hey Kal, isn't your friend Donnal in that show?""

assuming...

[gregory-geiger.livejournal.com]

if Issan isn't there, assuming she is in the cockpit, Kal calls out, calm and a serious dead tone, "Issan, you need to see this..." he hits the REPEAT key and heads into his room.

As he enters his room, "..and so it begins..." The door closes behind him.

[tobin.livejournal.com]

Dassid watches the procession with his usual calm demeanor. His eyes betray much, however, and it's obvious he is still mourning for his mother. Ever the diplomat, however, he watches it stoically. As Kal yells to Issan, Dassid climbs out of his chair and smiles a small smile as the Jedi leaves alongside him. He reaches out and pats Kal on the shoulder, and odd gesture to be sure, and ducks into his own room. Straigtening his black suit, his long fingers touch the intricate brooch that is his family's insignia. His forehead wrinkles slightly as if in thought, and then he lets out a rather long sigh. Standing tall, he turns on the holoprojector.

"May the stars shine brightly upon your course, Senator Rosun. It is with a heavy, yet glad, heart that I send this message to you on the eve of your innaugaration. My mother has spoken highly of your abilities and personal conduct so it is of no surprise to me that you were chosen as our next Senator. Your platform leads me to believe that you will continue my mother's work and for that I thank you. Do what you feel is right and please help the Senate see the light in these very dark times. Also, please show patience and compassion with our recently arrived ancient brethren. I requested that their representatives come meet with you first hand. They have only known myself and my mother, so I felt it necessary that they cultivate your friendship as well. Forgive me, for I meant no disrespect to you and your office, I only wished to help them.

As you know, my course leads me to work closely with the New Republic's military. That not withstanding, I offer my services if you should ever require them; as a citizen of the New Republic and a Duros."

He bows a slight bow and finishes: "I hope this finds you well. Good business in your endeavors, Senator Rosun. I look foward to hearing from you."

Dassid turns off the holoprojector and sighs. He straightens his mourning clothing again and looks at the terminal on his desk. "Only ten more days until to the next new moon." He snorts and turns his gaze out to the stars, "I just love our traditions."