Jan 26 2008
Kraka’s Holocam - Session 1
The image begins in a leathery, maroon palm. As the camera elevates, you see a massacred droid surrounded by bodies of space station civilians. Some, still alive, have bite marks and swollen wounds throbbing. The camera rotates, rocking slightly on a mini repulsor lift. Shirtless, scarred warriors are strewn on the floor.
A Mon Calamari face comes into view. “The armor on this one repulsed my lightsaber attack.” He points to a soldier adorned in ornate armor. A snake is flailing spasmodically nearby. “The station’s inner workings have bite marks I have never seen before. The peacemakers are being targeted.”
The holocam continues its rotation. One whole corner of the room has been eaten away. The view now stares down the long throat and maw of a giant worm.
“Our orbit has been thrown off. Soon we will plummet in the planet’s gravity well. This is Kraka of the New Republic and we need help.”
