“People of Onderon...”

All across the city of Iziz, people sat motionless in front of their holo-feed screens.

“Too long has the Mandalorian scourge plagued our fair city, the city which we have – all of us – worked so tirelessly to raise to its glorious state. It is time to put an end to this plague. Effective immediately, all civilian transportation to and from Onderon is terminated. Supply ships, heavily monitored, will be allowed continued passage, but all other transit shall cease until we find and bring to justice the terrorists in our midst. Know this: Iziz will not bow to thugs and murderers. We will have the head of the marauder Mandalore, and we will have peace.”

The video-stream lingered a moment on the face of Salem Ave, cold and indignant, before cutting back to the Iziz National News reporter. In the Royal Court, there was silence. Salem took a breath then sighed deeply, running his fingertips through his hair, straightening it as he tried to straighten his thoughts. He had delivered the press release on the assassination attempt, and his own speech on the newly imposed tightened security. Now it was time to make good on his promise.

Exitting the small room from which his transmission had been made, he was greeted by a patrol of Royal Guards. The men saluted then fell into formation around Salem, as he walked towards the bedchamber's of the Princess Razielle.