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Good day viewers. My name is Benuly Seapou and I welcome you to the Coruscant Daily Buzz. I will be working as a temporary substitute for your regular reporter Liz Patlip until she comes back from her holiday trip. And it is sad for me to say that I begin my–probably short–news anchor career with some troubling news.
Yesterday in the late evening, a local and popular-with-the-people cantina that goes by the name of the Silent Sun was faced with an absolutely horrendous act of revenge.
A male human that goes by the name of Kadmil Marsto got stabbed a total of sixteen times as he was making his way into the cantina. Medical reports state that he was dead by the third for the second puncture had pierced his heart. The unnecessary measures suggest that this was more than a simple mugging.
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Good day viewers. My name is Liz Patlip and I welcome you to today’s edition of the Coruscant Daily Buzz. The Senate isn’t the only government body that is vying for change. But first, a continuation on yesterday’s report.
Some of you will recall our yesterday’s report on Air-Cor--one of the three largest air cooler manufacturing companies on Coruscant--and the rumor that they are in the process of filing bankruptcy. Well, it is now official.
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Good day viewers. My name is Liz Patlip and I welcome you to the Taungsday Edition of the Coruscant Daily Buzz. We have finally gotten word from our reporter on Corellia, so expect to hear about that shortly. But, first a world from the Senate Building.
Most of…all of us remember the devastation brought forth during the sacking of Coruscant. Millions of lives were lost in a manner of a week; millions more been forced into the underlevels in hopes to escape the carnage. Crime swept the districts as the people had no means to defend themselves. Even today, more than two decades later, whole districts are extremely impoverished with very little changing in terms of economy, housing, crime rate and the such. A moment of silence for the fallen.
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Good day viewers. My name is Liz Patlip and I welcome you to the Coruscant Daily Buzz. We have some important news today. But, first a word from our sponsors.
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Good day, viewers. My name is Liz Patlip and I welcome you to our renewed daily news show, right here at the Coruscant Daily Buzz.
Right from the get-go: Is Coruscant still truly worthy to be called the galaxy's capital? Some senators are beginning to say -no- after what appears to have been a horrible and devious assassination of senator Wilbern Overcla in the Old Galactic Market. You see, last night Senator Overcla’s son-in-law had been critically shot during a drunken brawl in the Dealer’s Den cantina by an unknown assailant. The reasoning behind the son’s night-out have not been made public, but he was forced to spend the night in the nearby hospital and is currently stable. His Father-in-law went to visit him the very next morning when the attack happened.
On his way out of the hospital he was the victim of a homemade bomb. The event ended as quickly as it started. Senator Overcla died just a second after it went off. Reportedly two of his guards have been killed and another 2 mortally wounded. Reports say there are no civilian casualties thankfully.
Unfortunately, all good things must eventually come to an end. Worlds of The Old Republic
is a series of articles based on the planets that we can visit in The Old Republic
, detailing the planets' history and story, as well as a few interesting facts. This is the seventh and final edition of the series, covering the last three planets, saving some of the best for last. Coruscant
, majority of you should be familiar with, especially if you call yourself a Star Wars
fan. The third and final planet featured in this article is Ord Mantell
. Each planet is aligned with the Republic, but they're said to have suffered an impact from the Empire or criminal organisations in some way. Lets find out how.
So just how many skills can your character realistically have in one life-time? Let's consider that carefully. But before we do, lets take the c.v of a real-life person in their late thirties and describe it in Star Wars terms.
Jaxar is a 37 year old med-tech. She started out adult life with seven years as an officer in the Republic Army. During that time they earned an undergraduate degree and, after picking up an injury that ended her front-line service, she went on to pick up a post-graduate degree in Interplanetary Relations. After her niggling injuries proved too troublesome, Jaxar resigned from the army and spent a few months as office worker and a maitre de on Pesh while waiting for their Sector Rangers application to be approved. She then spent four years in law enforcement before eventually choosing her love for her husband over her love of the job. After leaving law enforcement behind for good, she made a respectable income out of her favorite hobby and became a professional artist. Working alone a cramped studio all day every day to make ends eventually wore her down. Looking for some social interaction and to do something constructive for the community again, Jax started volunteering in a residential care home for elderly sentients. Right after that, she decided she wanted to be a nurse. After three years of study and retraining, she completed her nursing degree and started looking for work on the local job market and hiring fairs. She's recently taken on a role as senior med-tech at a busy Republic Space Station where her husband works inspecting spacer's insurance claims.
So what's my point?
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Good day and welcome back, loyal viewers, to our weekly broadcast.
Unfortunately, despite last week’s message, we received no productive outreaches to pursue. I am disappointed, but undeterred I shall continue my educational tour of the Core, today exploring the troubled world of Corellia. In my previous discourse with members of the Galactic Republic, this was touted as a world that was supposed to be a shining example of their success. Popular tourist destinations in mountain retreats, famous golden beaches and a sprawling capital city famed for excellence in engineering.
I was impressed by the historical records, but I was greatly disappointed – once again – when the modern reality became apparent. The implications of democracy are generally that the will of the people is the power by which the governing councils are given their right to rule; yet here we are today, with Coronet City in ruins after a greedy grasp for power, inviting the Republic’s sworn enemy into their midst with an open hand and waggling wallet, praying ineptly that their loyal constituents would allow a bloodless revolution while they profited from their craven betrayal.
The Seelund Trade Cartel is a shadowy, galaxy spanning criminal outfit under the control of the dynastic Seelund Family, headquartered on the Republic world of Corellia. From the corporate headquarters of the Seelund Trading Company in Axial Park, the Family draws income from smuggling, racketeering, narcotics, mercenary wet-work, gambling, and data brokering operations from Coruscant to Nar Shaddaa and beyond.
“Okay, so you’re the new guy eh? Sit down, have a drink. New guys always got questions, and there ain’t no better place to answer them than over some Whyren’s whiskey. Yah, that’s right, the good stuff. The Family never skimps on alcohol, even for us street-guys.”
“You want to know about the Family? That’s easy. Starts where most stories on Corellia start - with a ship. Now the Seelunds, the blood family, they go way back. Been on Corellia since the founding. Some of their people helped map the Corellian Run hyperlane. Few of ‘em got into CEC before it went big. Anyways, they ended up with a pile of money, and decided to go into the shipbuilding business themselves. Which was fine for awhile, but it wasn’t big action, know what I’m sayin'?”
“So round about eight hundred and fifty years ago, along comes a guy, Sair Seelund. Inherits the Family business and says to himself - “I can do a hell of a lot better than this, right?” So he starts telling his people to build custom ships for special clients. You know the kind I mean; fast ships, hard to track, plenty of extra space for cargo where sensors can’t trace. Well, Sair starts selling these ships, and the credits roll in like nobody’s business. He’s suddenly rubbin’ elbows with all kinds of interesting people. Word of mouth gets around, and he’s got clients lined up from the Cartels, the Trade Houses, all kinds of independents too. Sure, he’s gotta pay off a CorSec guy here and a judge there, but after awhile, he’s got a stable of 'em in his pocket. Even made himself a friend in the Senate. Business. Is. Boomin’.”
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I'll be the first to say that The Quick Fix is going to be a tough act to follow. I'm not above giving credit where it was due, but Poy'shiri had a way that I'll never quite understand. Wit, charisma, a quick shot, and hips that captured far more than a little attention. She'll be missed.
And now that I've given due credit to my predecessor, I'll take my chance to introduce myself. I'm sure you're curious as you'll be reading me here on the HoloNet News Network every week. I'm Nahid Serovis. I was born and raised in the black sands of Socorro, among the riff and the raff that comes with being a planet of spacers, smugglers, Corellians, and to anyone else who catches a scent of our caf, mystified by the mythos of our deserts, and just wants to lay low.
Being Socorran is a way of life, it's a culture onto itself, it's something that I'm proud of. I was born there, raised there. I was taught to fly within the Socorro system. And like many Socorrans, I'm a smuggler. I cut my teeth in service to the Galactic Republic within a Corellian squadron for fifteen years before retiring with a pair of bloodstripes and the reputation to go along with them.
I'm a spacer, and unlike my predcessor, my heart is not gold. It's as black as the space I call my home away from home. It's as black as the sands that made me. And I don't mean black-hearted in the same vein as one might attribute to the Sith. I mean that my heart belongs to this Socorran life.
Every week, I'll be coming to you with conversations, antecdotes, narratives, and experiences; I'll be discussing my opinions, my observations, and what being a spacer is to this Socorran woman. So, buckle in and hit the trade routes. We'll be taking off into This Socorran Life.
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