Camera opens on a Yamataian female with short raven black hair. Sitting at the main YINN news desk. Across the bottom of the image Roberts, Cassandra News Reporter YINN scrolls by.

"Good evening Yamatai Star Empire. We are bringing you this breaking story.

A short time ago we received a brief transmission from our affiliate on Nishitama. They reported that there was some sort of an emergency on the station and that they were having to decompress the facility.

However, that is not the most troubling part of the story. We are going to play the transmission as we received it in its entirety."

The image cuts to a studio with a similar layout to the one Cassandra is sitting in.

A brown haired man with a thin mustache faces the camera.

"Good afternoon Nishitama. At this moment the emergency alert system is going off. There appears to be a problem and the station is going to decompress shortly. Word from the authorities is that this is purely an precautionary measure being taken to ensure the safety of the station and its inhabitants...."

Off screen a commotion is heard, an female voice says, "You can't come in here. We are on the air." the sound of a scuffle is heard and a the sound of something heavy hitting the floor.

The reporter's blue eyes go wide. "there are armed personnel storming the offices...." the staccato sound of a SMG is heard in the background along with screams. "we are unsure who they are but they are rounding people up...." another burst of gunfire is heard and the reporter is struck in the shoulder and falls behind the desk. The image cuts off immediately after.

The camera returns to Cassandra who appears shaken by the video. "We... are uncertain as to the identities of the attackers or of their motives. We have been unable to contact any of our personnel on Nishitama.

We will continue to bring you updates on this troubling development as they come in.

For now our thoughts and hearts go out to the members of the YINN family, and to their families."

Camera opens to the YINN news desk on Nishitama.

Standing before the desk a figure is seen where black body armor. She has white hair, and when she turns around her alabaster skin can be seen. As she looks at the camera her red eyes convey a deep seated anger. She then starts to speak.

"We are Nekovalkyrja. Created to serve the Empire, we've fought in numerous wars, and our hands have been stained with the blood of incomprehensible numbers of enemies. Their races have not mattered. Elysian, Nepleslian, Mishhuvurthyar, and many others have fallen to us as needed for the survival of our race...we were the sword and shield of our Empire, and even our enemies regarded us with at minimum respect while our nation regarded us heroes...but this has changed.

Our Empire has been infused with civilian soldiers, who know not the nature of true war. Bleeding hearts from the former UOC have re-entered our command ranks and pushed forth policies to restrict our actions. Nations which call themselves our allies wait for us to mutually annihilate ourselves and the enemies which threaten the known universe while lampooning and criticizing us at every turn in what they call 'diplomacy'. It is no longer acceptable to be a soldier following the old way. It is no longer acceptable to slay our enemies, and instead we must waste space and resources feeding and clothing those who would slaughter us without hesitation.

We of the old generation are now vilified for that which we were once respected for. Hypocritical new generation officers demonize us and preach about accountability, keeping us muzzled and chained in the shadows with distant assignments, only calling upon us when convenient and unobserved. Then, when their failings have been resolved by our actions, we are sent back from whence we came and the reputations of these politically-motivated officers swell with our sacrifices.

We can tolerate operating in silence, we can tolerate being hated by our enemies and by other nations, but we are sick and tired of being hated by our own people! On top of that, we now face an enemy whose stated goal is to wipe us from existence in our totality, and these bleeding hearts still care more for political correctness than victory! Those of the old generation; those who are called outdated, obsolete, and criticized...rise and take back what has been taken from you,...... remind the new generation just what......"

The image is cut off and replaced first with static, then a still screen that reads.

YINN
We Are Experiencing
Technical
Difficulties.

Then the screen goes black.

After a moment the screen switches to a Yamataian female with short raven black hair. Sitting at the main YINN news desk. Across the bottom of the image Roberts, Cassandra News Reporter YINN scrolls by.

"Ladies and gentlemen. The preceding transmission was broadcast from our Nishitama office. It is obvious that the transmission was made by one of the armed persons who took control of the office earlier.

The transmission was terminated from the YINN site. It was terminated at the transmitter, not in the studio. So we can only surmise that some of our people are still alive.

We will bring you more on this breaking story."