Post by cypher9 on Mar 15, 2012 15:50:15 GMT -5
iStrife, Peer holonet version 0.32...
Accessing binary encryption...
Rerouting hyperspace beacons...
Connection seeded.
Executive Finances holovid dump, commence playback....
The holocamm focuses on a small female Twi'lek Slave, writhing on pain on the ground. She is not wearing anything, and appears to have lash marks across her entire body, and is bleeding profusely out of several wounds inflicted on her head. A human female appears in the scene. She withdraws a blaster from her holster, places it up to the slave's skull, and pulls the trigger. Smoke drifts up from the Twi'lek's head, as she lays motionless and limp on the ground. The woman turns, looking at something past the holocamm. She has a single cybernetic eye. She laughs, "That's what they get when they--"
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A stern looking female Zabrak sits behind a desk. Jagged tattoos on her mouth and chin accent her red face. She has small horns across the ridge of her hairline, which is short, cropped, and black. Her attire is formal, colored red and black like her -- with jagged lightning accents of black down the front of her chest. "Is it on?" she asks. Listening for a response that isn't heard on the camera -- she nods like she received a response. "Okay, start again..."
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The scene before the camera is a swirl of activity, Imperial troopers in black armor storming through the door, their guns raised and ready to fire. "STAND DOWN," one of them commands. The camera shifts to several more men, and a the same female Zabrak in black metal armor. The men behind the Zabrak have their weapons raised also. The camera shifts back to the troopers. "STAND DOWN BY THE ORDER OF THE--" one of them starts to say, but is cut down by a flying red lightsaber at his face. Blaster bolts and explosions envelop the scene, the scene becoming distinguishable by smoke...
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"...and then he decided our goals no longer aligned," the same female Zabrak says. She pauses for a long moment, her arms splayed out across the desk in front of her, as if in thought. "You know, it seems like we acquired a lot of those who did not align with the goals of the 'claw. These people only drag us down like a Hutt-slug of a deadweight. And really the only way to deal with them is to kill them..."
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"Executive Finances Training Video, part one." a computerized female voice says, the picture before you one of a smiling human man, with a female adjourned with a slave collar kneeling under him. "This video will teach slaver-recruits the principles of training a slave. Please pay attention to these key training principles. Lesson one, apply corrective measures properly." A man wields an electrowhip, and slashes it across a human female's face. She turns to the camera and is horribly disfigued, her nose broken and bleeding, while there is a wide gash across her cheeks to either side where the electrowhip flayed her skin. "This slaver was attempting to correct his slaves action, the use of corrective force was incorrectly applied. Please attempt to apply the standard slaver electrowhip to the slaves back and..."
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The female Zabrak smokes a deathstick, inhaling deeply and blowing the smoke directly into the lens of the holocamm. She puts it out on the console terminal on the desk. She begins speaking again, "These people, they don't correctly follow procedure. They don't know what it is to live the life. You value something much more when you build it yourself." She waves her hand at the camera, continuing, "You strive to maintain it, but only when you value the principles set forth before you. These principles are paramount, for without a world with laws and structure we only have anarchy." Shaking her head for a moment, looking down at the deathstick she put out on the desk. Her voice grows more tense, "You cannot survive in a structure with these sorts. I have applied every principle of manipulation to them, they just don't--"
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