By: Mara

Disclaimer: This story has characters and ideas based on Star Wars, which belongs to George Lucas and the cronies who work for him. Dravis Anilor belongs to Ziggy. The Duro (Kariss) belongs to me. The other characters are the products of my imagination. Please ask before borrowing.

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Characters:

Rhonda Sparks- She is the hostess of Galactic Personalities and the fake, flashy type of woman who was made for this type of entertainment. Usually has a fake, huge smile plastered on her face that was created by years of having to work in this industry.

Dravis Anilor- He is the commander of the grand army of Naboo…the kind of man who doesn't kid around and takes everything seriously, as he was trained to do. Loves what he does.

Duro- Kariss (my RP character! ^_^). You don’t need to know much about her…

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(Fade into a woman sitting in a chair wearing a nice business-like suit and facing the camera)

Rhonda Sparks- (huge, fake smile) Good day, everybody. As always, I'm Rhonda Sparks, and tonight on Galactic Personalities, we will get an in-depth look into what makes Dravis Anilor tick.

(Galactic Personalities show intro runs and then we return to Rhonda in her chair)

RS- Recently, the planet of Naboo has faced many unspeakable horrors. Hostile take over of the capital and the recent loss of their military leader, Captain Pananka, are just a few of those horrors. Today I have with me a man who thrust himself into the middle of it all: Dravis Anilor. Dravis, welcome to Galactic Personalities.

Dravis Anilor- Thank you, Rhonda. It's good to be here. (smileless and sitting in his chair straight and tall)

RS- First off, Dravis, let's talk about your sudden rise to the top, your rapid propulsion into leadership. Finding your superior dead must have been quite a shock for you!

DA- (panic briefly crosses his expression) uh…YES! Very much a shock…I couldn't believe someone- er, something… had dropped a large chunk of debris on head (his voice is steadily rising and his facial expression grows eviler as he clenches his fist diabolically out in front of him and the lighting around him becomes more dramatic when the camera zooms in for a bust shot of him) and CRUSHING HIS INSIGNIFICANT SKULL, LEAVING ME TO FILL HIS POSISION AND RULE WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY MINE! (laughs evilly and somewhat maniacally)

RS- (very worried and her voice is shaky) I-I thought it was an a-accident…?

DA- (normal again) Of course it was. That's what I just said. (straightens his cape)

RS- (silent for a few moments, just staring at him with fear) …………………ok………………… Well, still, your rise to leading the entire Nubian army is an incredible story, not to mention having to lead them into a few battles. Tell us all about it.

DA- (is reveling in the attention) Oh, it was something, indeed. I mean, I had no choice but to lead my men into danger. We were fighting to protect of beloved Naboo, and above all our fair Queen Amidala. My men and I-

RS- I understand you also had the help of a few Jedi as well, along with a few outside mercenaries?

DA- (his expression darkens noticeably) Oh, yes…the JEDI (he also looks slightly disgusted when he says 'Jedi')…what a worthless group they turned out to be. They gave to me a flat-faced green thing…a…a…Duro or something…and a 15 year old boy! They both couldn't even fend for themselves, let alone defend against a Trade Federation assault! The flat-faced alien even lobbed one of her legs off with her own light sword! What kind of Jedi is that?! And the boy…I wish my guards had shot him. He was just plain irritating…

RS- (very worried expression again) A-And the m-mercenaries…?

DA- Useless. The Wookiee never made it through any skirmish conscious…just ended up lying in a pool of his own foul blood…the only useful person they gave me was a Rodian named Waldo, and he died to save everyone else's stupid asses! Bloody useless mess of wanna-be heroes they sent me, by stars…bloody useless… (shakes head in dismay)

RS- (shifts weight uncomfortably in her chair) A-Anyway, please continue with your story.

DA- Oh yes…where was I… (pause in thought) …Ah! Well, my men and I… (dark look) and the miscreants…fought long and hard to maintain what was ours. My men look up to me, so it’s no wonder that we’ve held them off so far. Sure, we’ve sustained heavy casualties, but those who died have died protecting Naboo, the home they will in death never regret keeping safe. So, you asked me what fighting for my people is like: it is like the very air I breathe; it is my life. (sits back and looks stately)

RS- Fascinating, Dravis. Truly inspirational.

DA- Thank you Rhonda. (smiles, very proud of his speech)

RS- Now, I’ve heard a certain rumor about you.

DA- (raises an eyebrow) Oh, really? And what rumor is that?

RS- I’ve heard that you aren’t exactly fond of aliens. That you associate with them as little as possible because you are a prejudiced against them. Is this true?

DA- (laughs) Oh, Rhonda, I don’t know where you heard such a thing!

RS- (also laughs) So, it’s not true?

DA- (abruptly stops laughing) Oh, it is. Really, who told you? I’ll have them assassinated.

RS- (silent) ………

DA- Humans are the superior race. The universe has no use for aliens and their strange languages and appearances. Granted, I’m okay with some aliens, but only because they have proven themselves useful to out societies and such. Personally, I would shoot every useless alien I came across if I could get away with it.

(from off stage, a Duro runs in)

Duro- (in perfect Basic) Someone should shoot YOU! Just because someone isn’t useful by YOUR standards

doesn’t mean—

(Dravis whips out his blaster and point-blank shoots the Duro in the chest. The Duro falls to the floor, which is out of the camera’s view)

DA- (sadist smile as he is holding up a smoking blaster) Next question, please.

RS- (gasps) OH MY STARS! SHE’S DEAD! SHE’S BLEEDING EVERYWHERE! OH MY—

(cut to end credits and commercials)