The morning program started, as it always did, with some soft jizz music. But then it cuts out, and there’s the sound of heavy bombardment. When the footage returns, it's slightly blurry.
“Uh, Good morning, ladies and gentlemen and other, sentients and semi-sentients, old, young, and everyone in between, and welcome to another morning with me, Fugaruns T’ed, on A Forest Reflection. Apologies for the outage, that latest bombardment was quite close to the studio. I do hope the shield is holding.” He pauses for a moment before collecting himself. “And now I’m happy to be sharing some select news items with you.”
The footage cuts to show council guards handing out small packages to tired looking civilians. “And aid convoy was able to break through the blockade yesterday and deliver much needed medical supplies. Makes me remember we’re not alone, there are people coming to help. Remember to only take what you need, there’s enough for everyone.”
And now back to the studio, in the background a tech appears to be patching a partially shattered window. “And now, dream destinations. Where are we all going after the war? Someplace warm I hope? Just remember, wherever you go, you can always come back here, to the nicest place in all the galaxy.
Up next, I talk to the travel agents working on custom packages for our citizens. And that - is A Forest Reflection.”