Explosions echoed throughout the planetary drive yards surrounding Kuat. A red bolt of energy flies past the crate Bob Jenxins was taking cover behind, he quickly responds with a volley of blue bolts of his own, three bolts fired in rapid succession, two finding their target. It didn’t matter, the few loyalists left in the Kuat Drive Yards were vastly outnumbered by the plants who had slowly been taking up jobs in the Drive Yards, right under the noses of senators who had come in between senator tames previous term and his current one. It was really a brilliant strategy, and the battle did not look to be going well. Another red bolt flies by his head as he yells into his Comm.

“We need more support! Send troops from the dreadnaughts!”

“We can’t sir, they’re jamming all communications outside the ri-“ A yell could be heard from the comm as well as the continued chants of “Long live the SLP! Long live the people! Long live Dav Johnson!” Yet another soldier killed during the massacre. The fight was over. Kuat never stood a chance. They were caught by surprise, and they were outnumbered. The terrorist group of the SLP was not dead, no, it was still alive and thriving among the working class of Kuat, and they’re frustrations with their pay, and their unions had finally boiled over. They had found a leader, whether or not it was Dav Johnson was debatable, but they found a leader, and with a leader, people can do monumentous things. Whether or not they make those things great or terrible, well, that was up to them. Suddenly, the endless barrage of red bolts came to a cease, and Jenxins and the few fighters that remained glanced around, surprised. The attackers were fleeing, leaving, why would they leave, had reinforcements arrived? Then the explosions started, five loud explosions in succession, each getting louder and closer than the next. The next thing Bob Jenxins saw was darkness. Bob Jenxins was dead, sucked into the vacuum of space, the vacuum of space where the once great Kuat drive yards were split into five separate pieces.

The above part was not public, the below part however, was

Keicho Tame steps up to the podium to make a speech, dark circles under his bloodshot eyes, a solemn expression his face.

Suddenly, the screen cuts to the face of the presumed to be dead Dav Johnson. He says three simple words that would invoke fear across the galaxy

“The SLP lives.”

The broadcast ends, the screen going black.