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maskormenace2016-02-28 10:24 am
exsithstential) wrote in maskormenace2016-02-28 10:24 am
Video - Emergency Alert
[Sorry for this viewers, but the video starts with an explosion of static that takes several minutes to clear. Slowly as the aggressive hiss of the disrupted video calms and shapes begin emerging through the salt and pepper haze, an alarming cachouphany of sounds takes an assertive hold:
Gunfire, explosions, adrenaline fueled screams, and a strange periodic pulse.
The sounds of battle.
As the image clears the angular, almost skeletal form of a bipedal construct marches across the picture. Those of you who have been to the Helix Station before might recognize it as a Malachor Industries Security Droid, the type of which is usually employed by the Maurtia Fall's Ambassador, Revan. Clutched in it's bone-like hands is a gun of sorts, only as the mechination pulls the trigger, a bright orange flash of energy discharges away from the point of view. It's able to fire off a couple such shots before it's chassis is riddled with the sparking impacts of dozens of bullets that drive it to the ground, smoking and twitching.
A moment later, the aforementioned Ambassador make his debut, backing into view from the direction the droid was originally firing from wearing a set of form-fitting body armor. Just as the droid, Revan his too appears to be fighting some unseen force, firing a steady stream of energy pulses from twin blaster pistols he's manipulating like a professional gunslinger.
After few moments of exchanged fire, the Ambassador seeming to bob and weave through the worst of the enemy's attack, Revan dashes aside towards the camera, barrels smoking and leveling a look of grim determination onto the screen.]
To all ImPorts who can hear me, this is an emergency alert! The Soviet Porter, LACKEY, has been neutralized.
I repeat: LACKEY is down!
The Soviets no longer have a means of suppressing ImPorts remotely! So now they're responding with the entirety of the occupation's military might to subdue us.
Now is the time to rise up for we hold the advantage! Now is the time to show our enemies that the collective strength of the ImPort community cannot be matched by such cowardice and oppression.
I stand now, as one of your appointed protector, in open defiance of the Soviet Occupation and any faction that would seek to strip us of our liberty! Join with me on the ramparts of the Helix Station so that this tide of darkness can break itself upon our will. For so long as we hold this Station, the end of the occupation is assured!
And for those that wish to be sheltered, the walls and your brother's and sisters will see you safely within.
I have seen the might of imports, and I know that together there is nothing we need fear.
(OOC: The ooc plotting post for this event can be found here! and the log itself over here!)
Gunfire, explosions, adrenaline fueled screams, and a strange periodic pulse.
The sounds of battle.
As the image clears the angular, almost skeletal form of a bipedal construct marches across the picture. Those of you who have been to the Helix Station before might recognize it as a Malachor Industries Security Droid, the type of which is usually employed by the Maurtia Fall's Ambassador, Revan. Clutched in it's bone-like hands is a gun of sorts, only as the mechination pulls the trigger, a bright orange flash of energy discharges away from the point of view. It's able to fire off a couple such shots before it's chassis is riddled with the sparking impacts of dozens of bullets that drive it to the ground, smoking and twitching.
A moment later, the aforementioned Ambassador make his debut, backing into view from the direction the droid was originally firing from wearing a set of form-fitting body armor. Just as the droid, Revan his too appears to be fighting some unseen force, firing a steady stream of energy pulses from twin blaster pistols he's manipulating like a professional gunslinger.
After few moments of exchanged fire, the Ambassador seeming to bob and weave through the worst of the enemy's attack, Revan dashes aside towards the camera, barrels smoking and leveling a look of grim determination onto the screen.]
To all ImPorts who can hear me, this is an emergency alert! The Soviet Porter, LACKEY, has been neutralized.
I repeat: LACKEY is down!
The Soviets no longer have a means of suppressing ImPorts remotely! So now they're responding with the entirety of the occupation's military might to subdue us.
Now is the time to rise up for we hold the advantage! Now is the time to show our enemies that the collective strength of the ImPort community cannot be matched by such cowardice and oppression.
I stand now, as one of your appointed protector, in open defiance of the Soviet Occupation and any faction that would seek to strip us of our liberty! Join with me on the ramparts of the Helix Station so that this tide of darkness can break itself upon our will. For so long as we hold this Station, the end of the occupation is assured!
And for those that wish to be sheltered, the walls and your brother's and sisters will see you safely within.
I have seen the might of imports, and I know that together there is nothing we need fear.
(OOC: The ooc plotting post for this event can be found here! and the log itself over here!)