Story: Revolution

[Loser]

*over head view of a military parade is presented. Armored vehicles and men, as well as what look like starships, but must simply be cleverly built parade ‘floats’, move in columns down a wide street, as a Tusken speaks in to a PA system*
“… but the fools that led our Race are gone, swallowed in the whirlpool of indiscipline born from their decadence. They could not even stand up to the petty workers who have stormed our homeworld. They could not stand up to the Religious Nuts that butcher our people and handicap our children, they could not stand up to the aliens that work from without and within to undermine our people, and they cannot stand up to the righteous wrath of this glorious military!”

*the transmission cuts to group of nude Tusken, whose bodies appear to be without cybernetic implant but are discolored by some sort of stain, they sing wordlessly together as a choir*

*the transmission cuts to a young Tusken on a throne, dressed in colorful and gilded robes*
“Rebel dogs, I am Nissal and I am your Overlord. You will respect that authority I wield as have countless before me. The future of our race depends on your adherence to the traditions, law, and custom that have brought us to where we are. Failure to quell yourselves and return to your jobs will result in your death and the sterilization and enslavement of your children. Before you again raise your hand against your betters think of where you will come to when Order, Law, and Nobility inevitably prevail”

*the transmission cuts to a haggard-looking Tusken in a lower echelon Naval Officer’s uniform, though the uniform looks as though it has been worn for days, its insignia and regalia are in pristine condition*
“Traitorous craft, I am subofficer Nolan of the Tusken Navy, loyal to the Overlord. Low-tier officers, like myself, have subverted traitorous actions by our upper officers, similar to your own, and have taken command of this fleet. Be advised that will have disposed of these criminals and will do the same to you should you fail to stand down. This warning will not be repeated.”

*the transmission cuts to a Tusken of coarse appearance, superficially cleaned-up and looking uncomfortable as he awkwardly struggles to maintain posture*
“My laboring brothers, I am Duskin, a worker. I am not of any Noble House, and I make no pretense to leadership. For generations my family has loyally served House Strigor in the mines of our homeworld and more recently in the mines of Malcor V.”
*Duskin looks uneasy and glances away from the camera for a moment, looking to the right, then he continues*
“I understand my place in the world, and how the work I do is for the greater good of our entire race. I understand that our leaders bare a burden greater than my own, a burden of power and accountability. I do not with to take this burden form them as only they are suitable to carry it.”

*the transmission cuts to a Tusken in simple but well made clothing, in front of a massive building undergoing remodeling or construction*
“I am Grozen, first speaker for the Tusken race, a race of workers, and warriors, not a race of petty and spoiled thieves of other men’s creations. Please be aware that our people are currently finding a new and powerful path. Now may not be the best time to interfere, deal, or make war with our race. Please be advised that we will remember actions taken against our people now, though we may forgive actions taken against our oppressors.”

*the transmission cuts to the interior of a massive mining complex, there are Tusken moving around and through the machinery, carrying various sorts of weapons and devices, machinery provides cover for the warriors, and occasionally is blown away from its supports, causing massive engines to crash through catwalks and Tusken to lower levels of the gargantuan complex*

*the transmission cuts to a nude Tusken, covered with scars and still open wounds that appear to come form forcibly removed cybernetic implants, he is mumbling, or perhaps chanting, he cannot see as his eyesockets are empty, a clear fluid is poured over him and set alight, he burns in his sitting position, making no noise other than his fading chant*