the holonet

[Filtered to Rift Refugees]
[A woman is seated primly in what is clearly the passenger quarters on a ship yet nice enough to give away the owner's wealth. She's dressed in lavish robes and her silver hair is braided intricately at the crown, but spills over her shoulders neatly. Her expression is amiable, but resolved.]

"Hello everyone. I'm Lady Reija Etain. I serve in the Galactic Senate as representative for my planet, Orinda. ... Luckily, I was not on Hosnian Prime at the time of the First Order's attack.

I won't lie to you - the Republic is not what is once was. Most of our Senate - my friends and colleagues - were murdered when the Hosnian System was destroyed. But the Republic is good. And our member planets and their citizens are good.

Just as I'm sure you are. Some of you have been here for days, weeks, and even years. Existing on the outskirts. I'm here to offer you a voice. Democracy is at its best when everyone has a voice and that includes you. I would love to talk to any of you who might have interest in becoming ambassadors for people like you - people pulled through this Rift from their own universes. Maybe we can help each other.

Thank you."

[She smiles and then gives a little wave before the holo cuts out.]

Caine?
Are you still out there? Last I heard you were one day away... let me at least know  you're doing ok.

I'm worried sick.

I understand that you've been in contact with General Hux and Captain Phasma. If you are not on Naboo, return there immediately; I wish to speak with you in person, in regard toward your application for the Order.

Did you come to an arrangement with First Order personnel?

( Spoilers for 3.20 of the Originals )

[ A fanfare sounds before footage of a crime scene is shown, various security officers - some Coruscanti and some with clear First Order insignia - are seen milling around. After a moment, the footage is replaced with an image of Tali Nessroya. She looks polished, her hair tightly braided back as always, but she also looks disconcerted. ]

"I come to you tonight with breaking news from Coruscant. A brutal assault has left two dead and a whole planet on alert.

[ Pictures of a man and a woman are flashed, side-by-side, both looking polished and proud in their First Order uniform. ]

Family man Vertu Modell along with Lieutenant Azalyn Tsark, both upstanding members of the First Order, were found brutally murdered on a lower level of Coruscant.

While no suspect has been identified, experts believe the attack to have been perpetrated by at least individual. These murders come as a direct assault against the progress and stability the First Order stands as a beacon for. Many believe radicals to be at the heart of this devastating situation and we urge all those traveling to Coruscant to be wary of your surroundings. Those responsible for such acts only wish to incite chaos and and fear.

If you have any information regarding the deaths of these dedicated members of the First Order, please contact authorities immediately.

[ ooc; This holo is in response to slasher!Cassie's recent activities ]

[Private to Hannah]

Have you had any luck locating Dee?

[Private to Dee]

If you read this, and you are with Issan, ask her about the Knights of Ren. I don't want to believe that you knew what she was when you left, but I will accept the truth.

[Steve]

Do you happen to have (or know where I can find) some music from Earth? American music, maybe?
Not that I have anything against Brit music, I mean... hello Pink Floyd, Queen, Blur and so on, but right now I'd kill for some Aerosmith, the good ol' Bruce Springsteen, some Halestorm, heck, even Ac/Dc (yes I know, they're Australian).

Is there some place on Naboo that has music from our planet? Or... you know back home there were people who were.. ehm. Illegally downloading music to get it for free. I mean yeah, that's such a bad thing to do, I know but have you see how much it costs you? Heck, I still have to pay off my iPhone! So... uhm. It doesn't happen here, does it? Downloading music for free, I mean.
I'm suffering from music-withdrawal. I need it!

-- anyone -- alive, respond. This is -- Wrath.

If anyone is -- respond. -- is the Empire--

-- still alive -- Empire's Wrath.

This is the Empire's Wrath. I have found my way to Korriban, but something feels... off.

If there is anyone still alive to receive this message, respond. I would know what kind of galaxy awaits me beyond my ship's hatch.

So it seems that I'm back to studying a manual. Again. First the stuff I had to learn about the nations within the Intergalactic Commonwealth (and all the... "Rules for being a good Entitled". Nope, still not Queen Elizabeth.), now I've been given this... "Immigrants Handbook". I mean... would a Lonely Planet be too much to ask? Maybe with a normal vacation attached to it? Highlight on "normal"? Sure, I shouldn't ask too much. Technically speaking I'm an alien. Being born on a ship in the middle of Ocean does that to you, according to the Immigration. Isn't this highly ironic? I can turn it upside down as much as I want... but I'll always be an Immigrant. Only here I'm legal. So much for aunt Nino's prediction that I was destined for great things. I always, always said it: astrology is total bullshit.

According to this booklet, out there it's dangerous. Ha! Big news indeed. I suppose I should've gotten used to the danger, but now I'm on my own, someplace far away from home. Vladie says I'm smart - another one of the countless reasons why I'm unmarried, but I'm still voting for the fact that showing up at a date smelling like toilet detergent tends to scare potential boyfriends away - yet what am I supposed to do for a living? The nice officer said I've been given a salary to get by for about six months, so I have some time to figure it out. No more toilet scrubbing, thank you very much.

It seems I even have a place on my own. Hell, yeah! Privacy, at last! I love my family, but sleeping with your mom and aunt for all of your adult life can be... a bit overwhelming. Of course, the soft snoring has the magic power to make the nightmares go away. If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into you, according to Nietzsche. I can still see his eyes sometimes when I go to bed. I guess recovering from some bruises takes longer. There isn't a band-aid for your heart or your brain. Well, I have this pretty handsome splice that will definitely get mad at me for getting lost... somewhere in the universe, but it's not my fault. He can't be mad at me, can he? I didn't do anything. Maybe I should've asked the nice officer to write it down on paper for future records. Damn.

All right, focussing on the bad stuff won't make it go away, so for now I should try to understand what the heck I'm supposed to do here. Think positive. Think positive...
Oh! Yeah. I got this smart..thingie. Looks like a tablet.
Feeding your internal nerd: check.

Hello. My name's Jupiter Jones and I have a compulsive tech-shopping problem.

[Filtered from the First Order & Jedi] (But their allies can see, including Gemini)

I'm looking for one or two individuals based on Naboo who are cleared to leave and would like to explore the galaxy. Knowledge of basic is preferred, and you must be capable of defending yourself. Force sensitivity is welcome, and I can help you understand your powers and find use in them. Inquire for details.

Missing home more than I thought I would. Funny how the things you miss aren't always what you'd expect.

I miss a few people, of course, but - I miss my books. And my horses. Where can I find something entertaining to read, other than this endless stream of ... whatever this is. Is anything just ... on paper?

So Mara tells me you're looking for a way to get moving? How many you talking?

I still never woulda believed things would have ended up this different. That I'd actually be offering instead of being asked and agreeing because it would pay well.

I met an acquaintance of yours on Coruscant: Liriael D'lander. I'd like you to keep a watch on her. She's a bit... wary of me now, and very mindful of my presence. She's no longer on Coruscant, but she still pilots the same ship under a black market transponder.

Kriff. I'm back here again?

How long has it been, can anyone tell me? It's been about three years for me.

Ben isn't here this time. Maybe it's best. It was getting too dangerous here.

I still want to fight if I can. It's better than sitting and not doing anything. And now I can commit more fully.

I have intercepted and questioned Liriael D'lander, Delilah's former captain. She knows the woman only as a healer who recently came through the rift, then left her assigned post on the Vagabond shortly after accepting it. I relieved her of a transponder she intended for her ship, but I assume she will replace it in short order. I left her alive; I am confident she will attempt to contact or aid Delilah again, and may lead us to her.

I await your orders.

[ A fanfare is given, followed by footage of a smoldering hangar bay with First Order workers and droids dousing flames. The footage is only a minute long before it cuts away to a young woman who wears a sad, worried expression. ]

"There has been an attack on Hevurion, a planet that as many of you know, was once aligned with the Republic. While details are still emerging, we can confirm that four people were killed, gunned down by none other than the Resistance. We extend our deepest sympathies to those who lost loved ones in this senseless attack. First, they attacked and destroyed our Starkiller base and now they are attacking civilian targets. Without your help, these terrorists might soon target your system and your planet.

The First Order needs your help to bring peace to the galaxy. The Resistance offers nothing but chaos and destruction, as is evident by this tragic event. The First Order promises safety in order and structure. Help us fight the Resistance. If you know any information about this group, contact the First Order right away.

[ The woman tilts her head and flashed a sympathetic smile and then is replaced by a montage of, again, footage of the smoldering hangar before the broadcast finishes with the First Order's emblem. ]

I understand we're to work together regarding an assignment from Glasya Ren. Where will I be able to locate you?

I got a job working on a ship. I'll be near Naboo now, but not always on it, and I'm leaving the refugee village. Does this conflict with what we discussed earlier? Because I've decided to accept your offer, if it still stands.