The Invasion Begins [Tori]

[Ira]

*A week had come and gone in the blink of an eye and yet the Sith Lord walking through the center seemed to have not lost a wink of sleep through a week of miracle working. Not at all. She seemed well rested, refreshed, and as normal; confident. As she walked, she worked on undoing the shoulder cape which served as an accent on her outfit. There was no need for it now, she was not attempting to hide anything under it as she usually did. She entered the studio she had been in previously, all of her work had been delivered before her arrival. Costuming for various characters were plentiful across several racks of clothing. Most of the clothing based on some of the various fashions to have hit Coruscant varying from class to class and type of work. These people wanted aliens? She would give them clothing actually popular with aliens.

Various props for sets had been delivered to allow for various scenary to be created and to be created well. But that was not the only props she had managed to get brought here; no, she had various models of different ships she was familiar with herself made and delivered. If it was about things from space, better have some ships. And she, herself, brought the prop weapons. Lightsabers of various lengths and colors, each altered though to only slightly sting and burn - set for training, were brought with her - all of which she unclipped from her waist (leaving her own there on her waist of course). A total of ten sabers were brought with her. And in the bag she carried with her, various blaster weapons. They were easy enough to make after all, and they too had less powerful powerpaks in them. They would only sting slightly.

From here, she could not even see the deliveries made to the make up room though. Not like it mattered to her. She had managed to 'convince' people to deliver plenty various types of theatrical make-up, contacts of various colors and styles brought in as well with it.

And how she got all this would be her little secret.

She had held up her end of the deal though.

[Ayen]

“Surrender, hu-man! There is no escape!” said a green martian in a funky spacesuit.

“Never, alien!” replied the human. “I would rather die!”

“Then so be it!”

The alien pulled the trigger on his gun and nothing came out before the man clutched his chest and gasped for air.

“I'm dying!”

And then he fell over.

“CUT!”

Said the director from his chair, his eyes fixed on the set that looked like a badly drawn red planet that the man and actor in the alien suit were standing on.

“That was terrible! We're doing it over!”

The actors went back to their positions but before the director could yell action he saw Ira enter the room and got up from his seat.

“Take five, everybody.”

The actors went on break and the director walked over to Ira.

“What do you have for me?”

[Ira]

"Anything and everything you could ever want," Ira said with a simple smile.

"And by-the-by, aliens don't talk like that. You're looking at one; we talk just like humans do when we know the language. If you want exotic sounding things, let me know, I can translate it into a couple of different languages for you, if you'd like.

Now then, in the dressing rooms, I've had a couple of endorsers or sponsors, who really, don't expect anything in return for the first season or so. I managed to work a bit of magic with them. They have provided make up, comestic contacts if you so wish to use them. I've had some of the outfits delievered to the dressing rooms and I've even got a rack of outfits out here somewhere..." Ira trailed off as she stepped away, spotting the rack of clothing which was covered. With a wave of her hand, the cover fell from the rack and it rolled over into an easily visible location from the wall. Each costume remained in its individual plastic clear wrap.

"I had various props for sets and whatnot delievered including some various backdrops that should help a great deal as well as various other items to complete sets ranging from interior of ships to other planets and whatnot. And for other scenes of dog fights or things like that, I've provided various models of different ships from my home. Ira paused and finally placed the various saber hilts in her hand on a chair, save for one.

With the flick of her wrist, the red blade (which of course she was partial towards still) came to life with a hum.

"Lightsabers. Set to not kill, just potentially sting a little. They won't cut nothing, but they'll leave a bit of a singe. These are fairly standard weapons for back home. No need for too many special effects with them, they're fairly self explanatory." She turned off the saber and dropped down onto the chair with the others. "Plenty of them there, if you want to change the colors of the blades, just let me know, it can be done - just have have to change the crystal. In the bag, various blasters - or guns as you would know them as here. Don't use bullets - those things are silly - lasers though. Work like the sabers in that they'll sting and singe, but won't really cause physical harm all that much."

A smile crossed Ira's lips. And of course, you've got me. I can tell you various tales and stories to potentially serve as inspiration if we need better material...which seems to be the case...Make it intense in action to appeal to the masculine audience. Give it a deep steamy dramatic love to appeal to the feminine side.

And I know how to bring about some inspiration to your actors. I've been known to be a very persuasive and motivational speaker.

Think we've got what we need to salvage this?"

[Ayen]

"Anything and everything you could ever want. And by-the-by, aliens don't talk like that. You're looking at one; we talk just like humans do when we know the language. If you want exotic sounding things, let me know, I can translate it into a couple of different languages for you, if you'd like."

“You're an alien?”

"Now then, in the dressing rooms, I've had a couple of endorsers or sponsors, who really, don't expect anything in return for the first season or so. I managed to work a bit of magic with them. They have provided make up, comestic contacts if you so wish to use them. I've had some of the outfits delievered to the dressing rooms and I've even got a rack of outfits out here somewhere..."

“What, did you find blackmail on them or something?”

"I had various props for sets and whatnot delievered including some various backdrops that should help a great deal as well as various other items to complete sets ranging from interior of ships to other planets and whatnot. And for other scenes of dog fights or things like that, I've provided various models of different ships from my home."

“Your home?”

"Lightsabers. Set to not kill, just potentially sting a little. They won't cut nothing, but they'll leave a bit of a singe. These are fairly standard weapons for back home. No need for too many special effects with them, they're fairly self explanatory."

“Life savers?”

"Plenty of them there, if you want to change the colors of the blades, just let me know, it can be done - just have have to change the crystal. In the bag, various blasters - or guns as you would know them as here. Don't use bullets - those things are silly - lasers though. Work like the sabers in that they'll sting and singe, but won't really cause physical harm all that much. And of course, you've got me. I can tell you various tales and stories to potentially serve as inspiration if we need better material...which seems to be the case...Make it intense in action to appeal to the masculine audience. Give it a deep steamy dramatic love to appeal to the feminine side.

And I know how to bring about some inspiration to your actors. I've been known to be a very persuasive and motivational speaker.

Think we've got what we need to salvage this?"

“We're off to a good start. You can begin by giving these actors some much needed inspiration. Your stories are better told to the actual writers of the show.”

[Ira]

"I'm an alien as much as humans are to my world," Ira replied, starting to count on her finger to make sure she addressed everything.

"Last time I checked, blackmail is against the law - at least where I'm from. So...Why would I do that? Risk this all for that? Foolishness. Let's not even entertain that thought." Another finger was counted.

"Yeah - My home. I imagine it's pretty much a galaxy that's a couple of hops over, not too terribly far away. Pretty terrible place, if you didn't keep your nose clean." She moved to count that issue resolved.

"I know I'm a life saver, darling. No need to stroke my ego," Ira chuckled before shaking her head and waving the joke to the side. "Light. Sabers. Swords made of light - made of a loop of plasma and heat - like a laser...? Like, they'll cut through metal if you don't have it on a lower setting like these ones are. Cut right though limbs and body parts just fine if you aren't careful." Another issue resolved. More to go.

Give me ten minutes with them each invidually, let me know about their characters and I'll get each of them in perfect working order. And talking to writers. Let me have at them, I'll get us a hit show yet." Ira offered a wink.

[Ayen]

"I'm an alien as much as humans are to my world."

“I should have known. We don't possess the budget to have made make-up that good.”

"Last time I checked, blackmail is against the law - at least where I'm from. So...Why would I do that? Risk this all for that? Foolishness. Let's not even entertain that thought.

"Yeah - My home. I imagine it's pretty much a galaxy that's a couple of hops over, not too terribly far away. Pretty terrible place, if you didn't keep your nose clean."

“Sounds like someplace else I know.”

He was of course thinking of Isafaro which weren't all that different from the description Ira gave of her own home. It was unnerving to think there were more places like that out there in the galaxy but it didn't come as too much of a surprise. Dictatorships could grow anywhere.

"I know I'm a life saver, darling. No need to stroke my ego. Light. Sabers. Swords made of light - made of a loop of plasma and heat - like a laser...? Like, they'll cut through metal if you don't have it on a lower setting like these ones are. Cut right though limbs and body parts just fine if you aren't careful."

“Right, right. Lice shaver.”

"Give me ten minutes with them each individually, let me know about their characters and I'll get each of them in perfect working order. And talking to writers. Let me have at them, I'll get us a hit show yet."

The man pointed to the alien on stage, “Martian,” then the human, “astronaut,” and then pointed to a woman in a white gown, a man in brown robes, a man in weird armor and a man in a bad lizard costume, “Princess, space monk, space marine, lizard man. The writers are in the next room over, knock yourself out.”

[Ira]

As he named the characters off, Ira sighed softly. She brought a hand to her forehead doing her best not to simply fly off the handle as she almost felt obligated to do at the moment. Patience. Patience to see this terrible plan unfold. It would certainly be worth it. That was for certain.

"Far worse than I thought." She muttered before turning away and marching off. Knock herself out? Far from what she had intentions of doing. A wave of her hand and the door flew open for her - why bother actually opening the doors by conventional means? That was pointless. She entered to speak with the writers.

She moved to take an open seat if there was one and if there wasn't well then their desks would serve as her seat.

"Alright boys and girls, seems we need to have a seriously little chit chat here. The crap you've provided is pretty much just that, crap. We need better. I'm here to help." Letting people have the news gently was not her goal at all. Rather, she enjoyed giving it all at once in potentially brutal ways. Made things far more entertaining.

[Ayen]

"Far worse than I thought."

“You learn to suffer through it,” replied the director. “If you're me anyway,” he added quickly, lest he suffer the wrath of Ira.

The writing staff room was small with a rectangle table occupying the center of the room with windows to the left and right, four chairs on the left and right side of the table itself and one chair each at the beginning and end of it both of which were unoccupied as there were only four writers present. Each one being a middle-aged man who was as far removed from the times as you could get.

"Alright boys and girls, seems we need to have a seriously little chit chat here. The crap you've provided is pretty much just that, crap. We need better. I'm here to help."

“Who do you think you are?” asked writer one. “I've been doing this for years! Where did you learn how to write?”

“You're an actor, not a writer,” said writer two, “leave this to the professionals.”

“Who did your make-up?” asked writer three, “it's horrid! What are those people doing with the money for budget?”

“Did you bring snacks?” asked writer four.

[Ira]

Interesting responses. Not satisfying to her tastes though. These people were going to have to do better to get under her skin and have to better to save their own (in potentially a literal manner too). She gave a wave of her hand and the chair blocking the table slid out to the side and to the wall. A couple of quick steps forward were taken before Ira stepped up onto the table the writers were gathered around. She looked down on them as she did so, doing her best not to just pick one to satisfy needs she had. Looking down upon them though filled her with the sensation of being a predator preparing to pounce onto its target, especially with how she began to pace along the table for a couple of steps before turning around.

"I am who I think I am, and right, I'm considering myself to be your only hope to save this pathetic excuse of a show. If you're looking for a name, the name's Ira. Pleased to meet you, though pleasantries are about to run out of their uses here, kiddies.

You say you've been writing for years, yet it still reads like trash. I bet a Jedi Youngling could write better stories and scripts and even characters than you. AND they're only like seven years old!"

'Almost got away with killing a few of them...'

"They at least give them meaningful names for crying outloud. I learned to write when I was writing about going to war and taking planets from the grip of the Republic despite the odds we faced. I learned to write from my own life experiences. Probably could do a better script than you based on memories alone - no need for imagination considering I've just about seen it all.

I may not be a writer by to College of Coruscant's standards but to be perfectly honest, I'm no actor as well. I have lived the life you want to write about. I have invaded planets as part of wars, I have escorted princesses and queens of various planets. I have fought to defend the rights of people and fought to tear them away. - As far as I'm concern I pretty much am a professional. Question it again, and I'll show you what makes me qualified as a professional.

As far as make-up - this ain't the make-up you're looking for. Darling, you're looking at the real thing in front of you. Call it horrid again, and we'll see who looks better by the time the sunsets. I'm no doctor, but I can do one hell of a facial if need be. So don't go into a tizzy about your budget just yet - which, by the way I've kept under despite the gathering of supplies to make this show not absolutely pathetic like it currently is. I'm even considering working for free or at reduced costs in order to keep things cheap for you all." She paused for a moment as her gaze landed on the one who was last to speak.

"No. I didn't bring any snacks. However, if you're hungry, I heavily advise you all ordering food to be brought here because as it stands you all aren't leaving until we have a proper script fleshed out." Ira turned away and took another step along the table, beginning her pacing once again.

"What do you need to write a more in-depth story? What do you need to tell a more epic tale than the trash you've provided already. References?"

[Ayen]

"I am who I think I am, and right, I'm considering myself to be your only hope to save this pathetic excuse of a show. If you're looking for a name, the name's Ira. Pleased to meet you, though pleasantries are about to run out of their uses here, kiddies.

You say you've been writing for years, yet it still reads like trash. I bet a Jedi Youngling could write better stories and scripts and even characters than you. AND they're only like seven years old!"

“Jedi Youngling?” asked writer four. “Ohh! Did they bring you on for the new Star Wars movie?”

"They at least give them meaningful names for crying outloud. I learned to write when I was writing about going to war and taking planets from the grip of the Republic despite the odds we faced. I learned to write from my own life experiences. Probably could do a better script than you based on memories alone - no need for imagination considering I've just about seen it all.

I may not be a writer by to College of Coruscant's standards but to be perfectly honest, I'm no actor as well. I have lived the life you want to write about. I have invaded planets as part of wars, I have escorted princesses and queens of various planets. I have fought to defend the rights of people and fought to tear them away. - As far as I'm concern I pretty much am a professional. Question it again, and I'll show you what makes me qualified as a professional.

“What on earth are you talking about?” asked writer one.

“You're insane!” exclaimed writer two.

"As far as make-up - this ain't the make-up you're looking for."

“AHHHHHH!” screamed writer four. “She said the line from the movie!”

"Darling, you're looking at the real thing in front of you. Call it horrid again, and we'll see who looks better by the time the sunsets. I'm no doctor, but I can do one hell of a facial if need be. So don't go into a tizzy about your budget just yet - which, by the way I've kept under despite the gathering of supplies to make this show not absolutely pathetic like it currently is. I'm even considering working for free or at reduced costs in order to keep things cheap for you all.

"No. I didn't bring any snacks. However, if you're hungry, I heavily advise you all ordering food to be brought here because as it stands you all aren't leaving until we have a proper script fleshed out. What do you need to write a more in-depth story? What do you need to tell a more epic tale than the trash you've provided already. References?"

“Everything!” shouted writer four. “I want to know everything about your life. From the doctor who held your foot as a child to now. Tell me everything!”

“Can someone order a pizza?” asked writer three before his head hit the table.

[Ira]

Ira turned about and the chair slid across the floor back to the end of the table without a touch. She hopped down from the table and turned to take her seat, looking over those gathered at the table. The togruta sat down and placed her elbows on the table. She laced her fingers together and held them just even with her mouth as she sat in thought.

For now, she ignored the comments concerning the movie. She recalled someone telling her that long ago. Something about Star Wars? Appropriate and fitting name. No matter at the moment though. Her gaze drifted from one writer to the next slowly as she thought on what to say.

"Insane? No. I've been rehabilitated for that. Thank you for your concern though. Now then.

Someone better order that pizza now while you've the chance.

My life time story can be told another time. And may come into play if I think some tweaking to the script needs to be done. What's the main plot line now? What've you got going? Even for just the pilot episode? What do you have that's going to hook people?"

[Ayen]

"Insane? No. I've been rehabilitated for that. Thank you for your concern though. Now then.

Someone better order that pizza now while you've the chance.

My life time story can be told another time. And may come into play if I think some tweaking to the script needs to be done. What's the main plot line now? What've you got going? Even for just the pilot episode? What do you have that's going to hook people?"

Writer three took out a cellphone and began ordering a pizza while the others spoke.

“A mysterious tower comes out of the ground and acts as a beacon for a fleet of alien ships that began attacking the city!” said writer one excitedly, well someone had to be excited about this crap.

“So in order to save the planet the people offer the aliens a truce, in exchange for the most beautiful woman in the world the aliens withdraw their troops from the planet,” continued writer two.

“But one of the diplomats sent with the women to the aliens homeworld fall in love with her and challenge her would be husband to a battle to the death!” said writer four.

“Anyone wants stuff crust?” asked writer three.