A bombastic and distinctive musical score started to play.
At the same time, boldly colored graphics came into view of the broadcasted feed.
Both of these elements had been carefully designed to attract as much attention as possible while also being recognizable enough to trigger familiarity to every fixed viewer.
Once the intro had finished playing, the view of the broadcast changed to depict a typical modern talkshow decor.
The host of the program raised her arms and smiled at the live audience as she started her performance in front of an audience of trillions remote viewers for her fifth straight year!
Meanwhile, the title card finally scrolled into view.
[NAJAN KITTAR: DIGGING DEEPER]
[DIVING DEEPER INTO THE NEWS OF THE UNDERREPRESENTED PEOPLE OF THE GALAXY]
As the olive-skinned woman wearing a professional dark green business suit stood at the center of the stage, she began to speak with her impeccably trained diction.
"Good morning, good afternoon, good evening and goodnight to you galactic citizens! No matter whether you are waking up to our show on a Terran heritage planet in the Milky Way, or settling into bed after a long day of work at a colony in the Red Ocean, our program is ready to deliver you more than a collection of shallow soundbites and vapid news stories. Sit back or lie down and prepare to learn about the plight of the underprivileged, because our feature interview for the day is one that you do not want to miss in the live broadcast!"
After the award-winning journalist and interviewer continued to work her audience for another two minutes before she finally introduced her main guest.
"Have no fear, for the wait is finally over! Without any further ado, I would like to introduce you to one of the most remarkable and colorful individuals that has ever graced my studio in the 5 year run of my program."
A new musical track began to play. This one sounded much different from the introduction music, making it clear that it did not originate from the broadcast program itself.
Instead, the music had a more grander and more formal character. An entire traditional orchestra of instruments played a strong, masculine and martial anthem that couldn't help but boil people's blood! freewebnoveℓ.com
Loud metal footsteps thumped from the left side of the stage. The guest was about to emerge and already the viewers understood that the new arrival was large and heavy!
"Our guest was born as a slave in a third-rate state."
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"He has sparked a righteous rebellion against an unjust regime."
CLANK.
"He has managed to return from the dead after the MTA generously patched up his broken and ruined brain."
CLANK.
"He reigned as the emperor of a second-rate state founded by his fellow rebels for many decades."
CLANK.
"Though his empire collapsed as his people had self-destructed due to sectarian strife, he still perseveres."
CLANK.
"This former sovereign has never given up on uniting his people and putting an end to the mistreatment they endure to this day."
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"Give it up for His Majesty Rion Aaden, the first and only emperor of the former Vulcan Empire!"
Many viewers became amazed at the sheer amount of presence exuded by the guest that arrived while wearing an oversized suit of armor.
There was nothing delicate and elegant about the gear. Its bare metallic plating was thick and angular. The sculpted iron-like mask depicted the face of a broad and imperious-looking humanoid.
The heavy and oversized crown that seamlessly slotted into the helmet especially attracted a lot of eyeballs.
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