Author - fistofthedarklord
Note 26
Most honorable Lord Sidious,
I have checked the outword recordings of all sent messages and I am aghast at what has been done by that doo doo head, Rune Haako. Such malicious behaviour will not go unpunished. He will have no dessert privileges for a month! He loves cake and this will break his heart, dearly. Now recently a Statesmen Mor Dunnis stood on the steps to the Palaace and shouted out to the people in an attempt to raise a rebellion. But his speech barely lasted a minute. Droids shot him before he could get to the good part. It was quite funny. I am sending you the hologram but since Rune was recording the whole thing the sound didn't come out properly. So I am also sending you the transcript of the speech:
"My fellow Nabooians! How long will you stand idly in the streets, buy from your vendors, live your life beneath the shackle of Federation brutality! How long will you and you, brother, and you sister, do nothing while our children die and our cities burn. Twelve hundred years did rise our people to fight against the tyranny that held them bound then. Now we are more than we were then and we have within our selves a power greater than any Federation star ship or droideka's laser. We have the spirit of a nation within our flesh! We have love of liberty. We have our children's hungry faces looking up at us. People are dying yet they choose to die in vain, not fighting for their freedom as possible. Not striving to go on and pick up the stones that litter these street to hurl them at Droid battle tanks rather than give up a liberty so dearly got. Where is our queen? She is gone. She is off where, perhaps she has deserted us, perhaps not. Perhaps it was a mistake to let a little girl hold in her hand the reigns of power to govern the once bright future of our dear planet. But this is abundantly clear my brethren, we do not need a queen. Not when the human fire that molds within us burns, not when the hammer of liberty beats upon the anvil of our hearts demanding justice! We are more than droid and metal. We are more than the cowardly Nemoidians who hide pitifully in their ships above the planet, unwilling to face the wrath of an angry mob. They're cowards all of them! But we are no cowards. We are Nubians. Nubians, my brothers! Nubians, my sisters! We are not like these cold, passive droids with iota of feeling within their metal breasts. We have hearts in our chests, independant thought. Feelings! Have you no sense of justice anymore, my people? Be you content to stand idly by while all things die! Fie! Fie, I say! I take this step knowing I could well die today, I stand here upon these palaace steps knowing that in the next passing minute I could be gun down and my young daughter will be left alone. To fend alone. Die alone. Yet I have raised within her a sense of freedom that she will defend at her young age to her dying breath. And it takes but one to stand and say, "I defy thee!" to these false conquerors before the tide can be ushered in to wash away these criminal tradesmen. Thus I say my people, fight! Fight until your dying brea---"
Here the droids shot him. No, your apprentice is not here yet. Was he at all successful in his mission. Surely he was, you Sith fail at nothing.
Your humble servant,
Nute Gunray