Title: We Interrupt This Broadcast ...
Author: Layren
Timeframe: ROTS ..
Summary: On the day the Empire is officially born, one woman must decide between the truth she's been told or what she believes is right.
Characters: OC's..
Genre: Angst/Drama

"Mommy, Dilan stole my Jedi ship!" the four-year-old girl Ryli Ramiras wailed at the loss of her toy.

"Dilan, give it back," their mother Ashya Ramiras said looking harassed as she put up her hair. Ashya was a spunky, vivacious woman in her mid-thirties with curly blonde hair and deep blue eyes. She had three children. Her oldest, Dilan, was a six-year-old boy, her youngest was an infant of six months old and her daughter was the middle child. They were part of a middle class family on Coruscant.

"Girls don't play with ships," Dilan said pouting as he reluctantly gave up the starship.

"Today they do," Ashya said. She was doing her hair in the very trendy style started by Senator Padme Amidala. She was a successful Holo News reporter for the planet wide broadcasting company Coruscant Center Broadcasting Network and she had to always look her best. She hunted for more pins to put the braided hair up in buns. Their company had done exclusive coverage of the Separatist war ever since it started, beating out their main rivals in the business.

She had been one of the first to know about the Chancellor's disappearance about his rescue by the young Jedi, Anakin Skywalker. She had asked Skywalker for an interview and he had politely blushed and declined. Impeccable though Skywalker's manners had been, something about him made her uneasy. She shook herself from her reverie and glanced at the chrono. She would be late if she didn't hurry.

Her husband was putting on his tie and gathered his datapad and briefcase. Ronin Ramiras was the director of a successful company called Ramiras Transportation Systems. His company specialized in designing hyperdrives for smaller ships. He came into their refresher where his wife was doing her hair and kissed her cheek.

The children made loud sounds of disgust.

Ashya ignored them as she turned to kiss her husband back. "I hope you have a good day sweetheart."

"You too, dear. I might be late tonight if we have another order come through," he said regretfully.

She tweaked his tie. "I'll keep dinner warm for you. I love you, you big gundark."

He gave her a cocky grin. "I know." He waved and headed to his own speeder.

Ashya ushered her children to their speeder to take them to school and daycare. /It's going to be a long day…/

When she arrived at work after having dropped her children off, she found her office in an uproar.

"Ashya, where in the Force's name have you been?" Her boss, Mr. Paines, came hurrying out of his office looking very irritated.

/Uh-oh…must be something big…/

"I was dropping my children off, unless you'd rather they come to work with me," she said coolly. She had arrived right on time and she got yelled at.

His face turned slightly red with embarrassment as he realized that she was on time. "We've got something big going on and I need you to get to the bottom of it."

She sat down at her desk and sprayed her plants with water from her water bottle she kept by her desk. "What's the situation?" she asked nonchalantly.

"The situation is that Chancellor Palpatine is calling for a special session of the senate today. He called moments ago demanding one of our reporters come to the Senate chamber for a personal interview and to record his speech for prosperity," here he rolled his eyes.

"You're the only one I trust with this type of assignment," he said gruffly. I've heard from several sources that have been coming in all morning that Master Mace Windu is dead," he said. "The Jedi are staging some sort of rebellion and the Chancellor wants us to be the first to broadcast his response."

Her insides seemed to freeze. "The Jedi would never do that!"

He shook a warning finger in her face. "I know that your cousin Kyran Josel was a Jedi, Ashya, but just because he is a knight doesn't mean that they are all like him. Don't let your feelings get in the way of your job. Keep them to yourself," he warned.

"Your job is to find out what's going on and interview the Chancellor. You'll be first to receive a raise if you do a good job," he said smiling at her briefly.

Ashya blushed a little. "Thank you for your confidence in me, Sir. I won't let you down."

He nodded gruffly, all business again. "The Chancellor is sending his personal speeder to take you to his office in fifteen minutes. They will be at platform 21B."

"Understood, Sir," she replied. This was going to be an exciting day, that much was certain. She grabbed her personal holorecorder she always took with her on important interviews, her datapad and her water bottle. She checked her reflection in the mirror that was hanging on her office wall before hurrying to the lift tube to take her to the private docking bay. She had a job to do.