Day 11
Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2022 4:36 pm
The morning program starts, as it always did, with some soft jizz music. Fugaruns T’ed sits in his usual chair, his hands steady as he hastily assembles an aged blaster.
“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen and other, sentients and semi-sentients, old, young, and everyone in between. I will be broadcasting to you as long as I can. It seems that Mandalorian forces have breached our defensive shield, and are attacking our fair town. Please, stay safe, protect your loved ones, and remember that we’re all in this together.”
The blaster rifle comes together, its power pack humming as it activates. Mere moments later, the studio door, visible in the background, shakes with a heavy impact. Fugaruns T’ed turns, kneeling behind his chair, his blaster aimed towards the door. He glances back to the holorecorder, even as the door shakes again from another impact, wood beginning to splinter.
“Before our program closes, I want to say what a pleasure it’s been, sharing all these mornings with you, our viewers. This is Fugaruns T’ed, signing off, and this has been, as always, A Forest Reflection.”
Splinters fly everywhere as the door is blown clear off its hinges, Mandalorians pouring into the room after it. Fungarus T’ed’s first shot takes one full in the face, another blast hitting one in the chest. Return fire strikes him in the shoulder. A stray blast catches the holorecorder, and the program cuts off, suddenly and completely.