If you passed the perception check. Threats are taken as strain damage:Amongst the crowds of people having a good time, there are a few individuals who look... out of place. A little too serious for the merriment, that seem to have a certain amount of anxiety about themselves. A few talking to others, looking about nervously. Nervously is actually the wrong word. Impatient, more than likely.
Everyone Else:Music plays from bandstand stalls continues, people are laughing, the sounds of prizes being won at various games. Over the loudspeakers...
"Good Evening, fellow Noventians!" The sound of Governor Maudin Deltiss' voice, and various viewscreens throughout the festival come on, showing his face as he speaks from a central stage. The music stops. "Every year, we come together to celebrate the harvest, as the original colonists did. And to celebrate the independence of our planet from the both the Confederacy, and the Empire. To enjoy each other's company, and to take our minds off of our daily obligations and struggles." His winning smile came through, as he waved to the crowds.
"I am so gla- *krssk* *krssk*..." Static breaks the transmission of sound. Deltiss speaks for a few moments, before he realizes what happened. Looking off camera, he raised a hand, as the crowds around murmur amongst themselves.
And then... chaos erupts. Blaster fire, into the air, as someone in rushes the stage. And then a piercing
roar breaks the sound over head. TIE fighters, buzz the crowd, while the sound of a craft exiting hyperspace within the upper atmosphere. The
silhouette is massive, as it begins to drop into the lower atmosphere, flanked by two other
craft.
On the central stage, a woman with short, blue hair held onto the governor, bulky, obsidian colored armor visible beneath her clothing. Her features were menacing, as two others came up, blaster rifles aimed at the crowd. Descening rapidly from the craft, a Lambda class shuttle, flanked by two TIE fighters, made it's landing approach. The wind picked up about the festivities, as another craft, a small lander with two, two legged craft descended into the central square of the festival.
The shuttle landed, with a hiss, the ramp descended.
A woman, in a crisp Imperial uniform, her hair tied back in a severe style, flanked by Imperial Stormtroopers. She approached the podium, as the woman with blue hair dragged the Governor back. And with her,
a woman clad in strange armor, a crimson blade ignited
Human | Commanding Presence | Nobody's Fool | Intimidating
"Attention. This is Admiral Patrice Verlasso, of the Imperial Navy. We have come to seize all assets needed to continue the battle against the illegal Rebellion. This is now an Imperial system, with all protections of peace and order given. All this requires is your cooperation."