A Special Message from Roger Glipglorp

The TV in the mess hall clicks on. Wonton hushes everyone into silence, and turns the volume to max. Roger Glipglorp comes on screen, a bloody bandage wrapped around his head, his expression somber. There is no fanfare from the band, or roar of applause. Just the subtle silence that precludes the news.
Roger Glipglorp: "Good evening. I'm Roger Glipglorp, coming to you with some startling news out of the Pact Worlds."
Roger Glipglorp: "Starting with what's on everyone's mind, the war in the Shadari system is over. The Azlanti Star Empire has fled back to their territory after startling losses, and the people of the Shadari Confederacy are recuperating from system-wide damage. Sardat Zolan Ulivestra and his royal guard are confirmed deceased, along with dozens of prominent Azlanti officers."
Roger Glipglorp: "As seen in the footage we released this morning, the Dream Team were the orchestrating force of this tactical win, teleporting into the system using the Forge along with countless allies. Employing soldiers from all walks of life, from the collective citadels of the Hellknights to the Angels of Righteous, all the way down to the great Spire of Vaughn Blackblood, and the rising stars known as the Children of the Forge."
Roger Glipglorp: "We have more to come on these intergalactic relationships in the coming days, but for now, we must focus on the repercussions closer to home... Alexander Marcus is dead."
Roger Glipglorp clears his throat, and shuffles the papers in his hands.
Roger Glipglorp: "The Director of the Pact Worlds has been implicated in a number of alarming crimes in the past 24 hours, as part of the vicious civil suits opened up by Valentina Terris. The revelations have led to a number of arrests in both the Pact Council and the Stewards, with the Starfinder Society acting as an assisting naval defense force until matters there are settled."
Roger Glipglorp: "In cosmic news, our mystic sources have informed us that the lord of Night, Carrot, was slain by a manifestation of Jestyr on the peak of the Howling Mountain. The cataclysmic event seems to coincide with the haunting appearances of the Horsemen of Abaddon seen across the galaxy, and the disappearance of one of our holy Saints, the Dreamer. While the repercussions of this are yet clear, we'll do our best to keep you informed."
Roger Glipglorp: "We ask for your patience in this dire time, and implore everyone across the galaxy to stay safe. To check in with your neighbors, to keep an open mind, and to take help when it is offered."
Roger Glipglorp looks at his notes one more time, and then sets them back on the table.
Roger Glipglorp: "This is Roger Glipglorp, signing off."