Theed
Amid the commotion brewing within the city and without, a transmission took to the airwaves. A small station yet one with many affiliates.
Into the homes of the Naboo population came this one single experience, all other signals coming from the station having been cut.
An unseen person was standing near the camera, angled so only part of his garment showed. A tan garment, light fabric and without wrinkle.
Seated before him were five employees of the station, each gripping their chair in fear. A young woman, probably a student, an older gentleman with a beard, a soon to be mother and a rather grandmotherly woman. The fifth person was a rather young man, also perhaps a student.
The slow hum of a lightsaber was heard but no blade seen.
“Welcome once more to the grand spectacle that is the great fall of Naboo. As you may or may not know, your planet is currently being infested.
These creatures blend in. These creatures wait until you are set in your apathetic lives before insidiously controlling all that you hold dear.”
The figure walked over to the young woman and gripped her mouth rather roughly with his right hand.
To the observers, if any were indeed watching, the captives were did not seem to be bound in any material way.
Yet, even so, as Perrin’s grip tightened around the girl’s chin she felt the pressure of unseen forces at work forcing her to remain in place. Her inability to move being made evident by the tears beginning to flow.
Her body shook.
“Tell me, my dear. Who is this infestation?”
Despite his grip, Perrin’s manner was one of extreme politeness, even having the courtesy of stepping out of the cameras way so all could take in the picture that was this girl.
The girl began to shake and between sobs spoke out, “the Sith..”
Perrin laughed as if that were the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. In fact he commented so.
“My dear, as lovely as you are, you are indeed quite wrong.”
The black saber suddenly appeared and the girl suddenly tried to jump back in fright.
A futile gesture.
I have become stronger… , Perrin reflected upon the whispers spoken by his teacher. He was surprisingly reassured that Malice’s presence was felt.
Such undertakings should not happen without the bloodlust of his teacher being expressed.
“How about you sir? Who is this infestation… and I warn you.. a wrong answer would mean instant death for this lovely young lady.”
The girl tried to scream but Perrin’s right hand covered her mouth and his blade drew near.
“Well Sir?”
The older man narrowed his eyes at the Sith and spoke in a shaky yet strong voice. “You are referring to the Jedi.”
Perrin grinned. “Nice to identify the brains of the group.” Then Perrin’s eyes grew sorrowful, giving the impression that he was a lot younger than he really was.
“But you didn’t say it with conviction.”
The girl screamed but Perrin did not swing. Instead he walked behind their chairs, the force immobilizing the people as their eyes frantically darted back and forth wondering when or if his blade would strike.
He looked toward the camera, “The Jedi have resided on Naboo for years. Tell me, good inhabitants, where did you hear the war between the lightside and the darkside was over?
Tell me, why did you think it was safe? Because the Jedi told you it was?”
Perrin’s voice became reproachful. “They knew the war was not over. But instead of fighting, they chose to hide among the Naboo building a most beautiful target in the heart of Theed.
Now tell me: Did anyone think this would stop their enemies?”
Perrin grinned at the camera.
“As I recall, this so-called “temple” of theirs was leveled once, taking a good portion of this city’s inhabitants with it. Did the Jedi think to move themselves or were they appreciative of the buffer the civilians make up in this war that has lasted for ages?”
Suddenly there were shouts as Perrin sensed soldiers attempting break in.
He smiled disarmingly at the camera and bowed slightly.
“Feel safe. feel free.. and feel protected.
Maybe… just maybe the war will skip you.”
Perrin’s eyes became dangerous. “But..
I doubt it…”
He walked over to the camera and covered the lense with a cloth.
The hum of his blade as he swung was picked up extremely well by the station’s sound equipment.
The invisible forces holding the people were released and suddenly screams, shouts, yells and pleas filled the vacuum that a lack of picture brought on.
Soon all that was heard was a singular hum and then the sound of something crashing as presumably someone came crashing into the room.
The blade hummed again with its motion and the cries spoke of saber striking flesh.
Then the transmission died.
