You turn on your holoscreens to the Galactic Broadcasting channel, just in time to see a middle-aged, half bald man dressed in an uncomfortably tight suit and tie, sat at a desk holding a sheet of paper before him.

"Hello, and welcome to the Galactic Broadcasting Channel. In a few minutes, we have another rollicking half hour of thrills and spills in 'Yes, It's the wookiee sewage farm attendants'. In this week's episode, Tod falls into a vat of humanesque dung with hilarious consequences."

The man tries to laugh convincingly, but upon realising he can't, continues with the broadcasting itinerary.

"After that, we return you to our Imperial Month here on the GBC, where we'll be showing the 'Greatest pieces of Imperial propaganda', lasting approximately 10 minutes, followed by pictures of Vodo Bonias up until midnight. But before all that, the news."

The man swivels around in his seat turns to a different camera and coughs, straightening his tie.

"Welcome to the news. Our top story today is that Trading Entrepreneur Bren Morgarr has opened his own Company."

"Bren Morgarr has commented in an earlier press conference, held in the company's Conference Centre that the group will 'Do whatever it can to stamp out thievery and bring about a new, honest, age of Trading and Commerce.'

"Mr. Morgarr also stated that the group is now accepting any new members of all ages and races, and offers a more than generous pay check."

The man places his papers on the desk and looks into the camera.

"And now back to our Programming."