Story: Revolution

[Loser]

a tired uncertain voice "Ahem... umm.. is this on? Oh, right. Respected listeners, I am Steward Etredan of the Honorable House Doorna. I am here to speak to you tonight concerning certain rumors. I'd like to start by saying that everything is fine. Everything is under control. There are no riots. There has never been a revolution. The Overlord is... what?... oh, thank you... what is -"*BLAM!*
*sound of many light wet objects falling to the floor, like large raindrops or small pieces of soaked bread*
a new coarse voice "FREE TUSKEN! BOSSES GO! FREE TUSKEN!!"

*transmission cuts to a Tusken at a podium, addressing a crowd*
"- and we will tear down their castles, and we will live in their homes, and the land will belong to the workers and - Hey, turn that off! I told you The Revolution will _not_ be televised!"

*transmission cuts to external view of a space station, it is silent, as things in space are. Suddenly tiny a mute fireball erupts from the command tower. Moments later tiny airlocks open all over the base, and even tinier humanoid figures float slowly, calmly, nakedly into the void*

*transmission cuts to a Tusken dressed in well cut but wrinkled and creased clothing*
"Help! We don't care who you are or what you want but you have to save us from the scum outside the citadel. The laborer have turned on us and we need help to exterminate them. I repeat, this is a general distress call and I don't care who you are, you have to help us. We're don't deserve this sort of treatment!"

*the transmission cuts to a color test with melodic soothing instrumental music playing in the background, and stays there for ninety seconds*

*the transmission cuts to a wide angle view of the interior of a domed colony, white flakes that look like snow are falling, they are 'dry ice', frozen CO2, frozen by a breach into the vacuum*

*the transmission cuts to a bruised Tusken standing in front of what was once an impressive building*
"My name is Grozen, I speak for the workers of the Homeworld, hereafter known as Hearth. We make no further demands to the 'noble' houses, the houses will be destroyed. The 'nobility' will have the same opportunity to work, live, and find fulfillment that every other Tusken has."

*transmission cuts to a grizzly scene, where Tusken are having their cybernetic components unceremoniously torn form their bodies, and then thrown on a heap to bleed and wail and die*
"These 'tools' are shackling our race! We will not allow the spirits of our people to be consumed by these machines! The Church of Uncut Flesh frees you to the peace of an unbound afterlife, where you may walk free of your mechanistic needs as we do in this life! Carry our love to the Flesh God!"

*the transmission cuts to the hallway of a disused shopping center, a Tusken in rags, skin festering around his implants, and looking otherwise unkempt, he speaks to a group of similarly dressed followers*
"They may beat us here, now, but the common folk are winning on a hundred other worlds. The Six Houses will fall and the Tusken will be free. Why I've heard that Kajrav is already gone, burned in their own damn fortresses."
*his audience is unimpressed*
"What should we care about a hundred billion fools on a thousand other worlds? My family is starving, my Enhancements need maintenance, and you've given us nothing but false hopes and death!"
*the crowd grumbles, raises up, begins shouting and closes in on their terrified leader*
*they are interrupted as an armored vehicle tears through the opposite storefront, leveling its Ground Cannon in their direction*

*the transmission cuts to a Tusken in Flag Officer Uniform, his insignia of rank have been removed and replaced by careful and precisely parallel slashes in the materiel*
"Attention alien craft. This is OverCaptain Herfectan. You are interfering in a Tusken matter, remove yourself from this system and do not meddle in our affairs. This will be the only warning not only for you, but for your entire race. You will be called on to recognize the Grand Admiral Drotok as the True Lord of the Tusken in due time. Until such a time, leave our worlds!"

*the transmission cuts to a nude Tusken, clearly lacking any cybernetic implants*
"My dearest lost brothers and sisters, are you not alarmed by the chaos of the Last five months? Do you not fear of the safety of yourself and your family? Are you not shamed by the lack of substance in those whom we have trusted as our leaders? The Church of Uncut Flesh is here to offer you freedom from your cares, and to offer your children the security and peace that can only come from a life unhindered by the mechanical abominations our race has bound to itself."