The scene opens with a view of a command deck of an unnamed vessel. Sentients, some organic and some mechanical, rush around the busy metallic floor, all deeply involved in their own task. A brown male Nautolan steps into view, raises a gloved hand and waves to the camera, which turns to focus on his upper torso. The Nautolan smiles at the camera and then begins to speak.
Overseer Kutol looking out over Glee Anselm
“Greetings all! I am Siejo Kutol, Techro of Clan Nautola and Overseer of the Nautolan Society. I was blessed with this honorary role over a decade ago and have led our people for the most part ever since. While my actions have not always been to the liking of some members of our group, I have always tried to do what I perceive as right. Today, I come to you the galaxy with a proclamation. Some members of my race may not see this as the best course of action, but I pray to the water goddess that you hear my concerns.
My ancestors have spoken of the importance of balance for years. The Anselmi Race once threatened that balance and were destroyed by the water goddess. My people were charged with protecting that balance. The Nautolan Society has been around for thousands of years, active both in the foreground and background of the Expansion Region. While we have not always succeeded in our mission of balance and promotion of our species, a situation has been called to my attention.”
Archived view of the Vengeful Waves Wiping out Anselmi
The camera pans as the Nautolan, wearing the traditional teal and black cloak of his position, walks to the left, arms folded behind his back. “The XXX MINERS have controlled my home world for quite some time. They have always appeared to be a good steward of Glee Anselm, even allowing the Society to construct a city on the planet surface. That said, things have been changing. The planet's precious resources are being pulled out of the ground at an alarming rate, leaving the planet's oceans dirty and damaged. In addition, multiple reports have reached the Society of wrongdoings committed by representatives of the controlling faction, including taking Nautolans as slaves and even serving them to guests as a delicacy. This can no longer be tolerated. My world is no longer in balance and, if nothing is done, the water goddess threatens to once again lash out at those responsible. We Nautolans were spared last time, but this time I fear it will be my people, not just those responsible, that will be destroyed. My Ancestors have spoken of a Reaping, and it just may be upon us.”
Kutol faces the camera as it zooms slightly. With a calm demeanor, he continues, “We do not want war, we have already had enough of that in our lifetimes. What we want is to issue a stern warning to those who wish to take advantage of our home and our people. Respect what the great mother has given us! Please work with us in restoring honor to my people and beauty to my homeworld!”
Tendril Soup, an alleged favourite of Magistrate Clarr Solo
With that said, he took a moment, pushing a fallen tendril back in place behind his shoulder and then turned to look out the large cockpit window at his homeworld below. Turning back towards the camera, he continued, “I will now turn things over to the leader of our warrior clan, Techro Yakubu Fista. I only met Techro Fista several years ago. I was in self imposed exile in the Outer Rim after the events that led to the death of my daughter. He reminded me that I once represented more than just myself. He believed in me, calling me to be something more, something closer to what I had been decades ago.” Siejo paused, obviously looking at someone off camera. “I thank him for that. He will be leading the Rak’Qua clan and representing our interest in the region.”
With that, Kutol stepped aside and another Nautolan moved in front of the camera. This Nautolan was noticeably taller and younger.
"Thank you, Overseer Siejo. Your continued service and charity toward our people remains a beacon of hope. I'm not one for large speeches so I will keep it concise." The clearly nervous and ineloquent Nautolan looked directly into the camera.
"The Rak'Qua clan will be increasing our activity on our home of Glee Anselm. If there is any truth to the allegations, we will bring the guilty parties to justice. I ask that you provide any relevant information to your nearest community representatives to help expedite this process, thank you." Fista stepped to the side, moving quickly offscreen.
The view moved back to the smaller Nautolan, who was leaning against the computer command center to the left. As the other Nautolan walked off, Kutol smiles, shaking his head a little as he laughs. Looking back at the camera, he continues;
“The Society and I really appreciate your time this evening. From here, my clan and I will continue our work on diplomacy with the XXX MINERS and look for a peaceful solution to the destruction of my home world. If any of our brothers are in need out there, I urge you to get in contact with us. We are here to help and you are not alone.”
