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[The image of a young woman appears on screen, it’s a holographic image, tinted blue but still it’s clear enough her eyes are bright and focused; determined and hopeful. Hair in a crown braid, her head is held high, with a regal sort of bearing - she means to make an impact on her audience, this is, after all New Republic propaganda.]

This is Leia Organa, last princess of Alderaan, former member of the Galactic Senate, and a leader in the Alliance to Restore the Republic. I have a message for the galaxy. The grip of the Galactic Empire on our galaxy and its citizens is relinquished. The Death Star outside the forest moon of Endor is gone, and with it the Imperial leadership.

The tyrant Palpatine is dead. But the fight isn’t over. The war goes on even as even as the Empire’s power diminishes. But we are here for you. Know that wherever you are, no matter how far out into the Outer Rim you dwell, the New Republic ..is-

[Her gaze drifts, eyes narrowing and brows furrowing in a dark look that clouds her expression and stops her mid-sentence. Leia’s taking in her surroundings, a sight that’s enough to kill her broadcast efforts entirely, the image whirls and is buffeted about, as the hand holding the holorecorder falls to her side.

There's a muffled word that might well sound like complete nonsense to anyone outside Leia's galaxy, but the sharp inflection certainly makes it sound like a curse - the holo cuts abruptly.]


[OOC: Hey folks, wanted to try something a little different, basically the holovid she WAS recording on the Falcon comes up as an ‘accidental’ video post on the network – but please feel free to reply by text/whatever – we’ll say she’s found her device on the table by then and will respond via that.]

Thanks for everyone who came last Friday to Pancho's. Thanks to those who have helped with the repairs.

America and Jan, if you come near my bar I will hurt you. I mean that very literally.

I'm not even sure if this transmission will reach anyone, but I have to try.

Hello. My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi. I've crashed my ship on this planet, but I haven't been able to contact my allies. It is imperative that I return to my mission as soon as possible. Any assistance would be greatly appreciated, and I will do what I can to repay you in the future.

So I finally stopped messing around and started pulling apart my hyperdrive, that means I'll be draining the hypermatter. I didn't anticipate this being an issue since I couldn't power it up even before my less than conventional landing, I expected it to be empty since all the rest of my fuel vanished but it looks like I have about half a cup left.

Anyway, for those who don't know, hypermatter has a reputation for being unstable. I'm not interested in blowing anybody up so I'm out here next to my crash site. If you happen to see a bright blue light and then an explosion, just remember I died trying to help the group and that I wouldn't mind a statue in my honor.

It has come to my attention that perhaps this is a device I should actually be using instead of simply ignoring because it seems like much more bother than it's worth.

I also see that we're listing the ways in which we might contribute to this village we're building.

My name is Regulus Black. I'm a wizard and quite good in a variety of areas of magic. I had heard that there's been some distress over a lack of hot water for bathing. If someone would be willing to contact and work with me, I'm certain we can get that sorted for everyone and not just the magic users present.

I'm also decently skilled at healing magic and would be willing to assist those working on the growing of food with ensuring we can all sustain ourselves.


And if you happen to see a panther here and there, I would appreciate it very much if you didn't hurt it. I assure you it's perfectly safe and you have nothing to fear from it.

All stations, all stations, all stations.
This is Gold Three of Gold Squadron, New Republic fleet.
Unsure of position, lost power two and a half parsecs out of Chandrila, drifted for approximately six hours.
Hit atmo at a bad angle, rode it down hard. Y-Wing now pile of smoking scrap.
Requesting evac from unknown planet and salvage crew.
No injuries. Supplies enough to last a standard week.
No sign of locals but this sector of the world is inhabited.
Currently piggy-backing off local network, unsure if this signal is strong enough to break atmo.
Will repeat message in forty-eight standard hours.
Over.