Elm Aran Killed By Adopted Son
Year 18 Day 160
The scene opens up showing a wide angle shot of a large Cathedral draped with CIS banners. A small crowd has gathered and, as the camera zooms in, a podium can be seen. Next to it stands a male Nautolan dressed in red combat armor embracing a female with a small child. As the camera comes set on the podium, Siejo Kutol walks up to it and came into focus. For a moment, he just looks out at the crowd, who had grown silent. There were dark circles under his eyes and obvious stress on his face. “I come before you this dreary morning to confirm the Death of Chief Magistrate Elm Aran at the hands of an assassin.” He said to the crowd in a somber tone. ” Our intelligence has confirmed that Shall Ti used my father’s good will and trust to rise to the rank of Vice-Magistate only to hire mercenaries to end his life”.
Kutol paused for a moment, struggling with the emotional aspect of the topic, then began again, “Elm was a good man. He took many of us, including Mr. Ti into his family when we had nothing to our names. He supported us and gave us a place to call home. Now, I did not always agree with the old man, but I knew he had my back. He would of done anything for his children…..” Kutol started to ramble off, voice cracking as he spoke. Siejo looked down at the podium, over to his family, and then back out at the camera. “To honor a good man, Hence forth Day 160 will be known as Aran day and will be marked annually with festivities located here at his final resting place in the Cathedral on Nauto Prime!” Siejo extended his arms overhead as the crowd responded.
After a moment, he started speaking again, this time with a very loud and aggressive tone. “Several of our systems have fallen out of our control as the Corporate Alliance spirals into chaos with the loss of its leadership. In response to this, the Confederacy will be closing its boarders to the public for time being and has announced plans to aggressively defend its sovereignty. There will be. I access to shielded planets given to the public. Galactic sentiments who have asset on CIS stations or under our shields can contact the Head of State to arrange extraction. Items can be retreated from the Confederate Public Depot and Market.”
Siejo took a step back from the podium, voice now calm and shallow again, “Now If you will excuse me, I have a funeral to attend.” He turned, reached out for the hand of his wife, and entered the Cathedral.