CUT!: Season Two

The executive just sighed and looked at the pitch for the show he had just been handed. "Phil."

"Yeah?"

"Phil."

"Y-yes, sir?"

"How are we going to pull this back together after the war?"

"Sir, I think this is the best course of action the network can take. It was our best show, and we've been able to track down almost everyone."

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"They ready to come back to the show after everything that happened?"

"Most of them."

"Do it. Greenlight."
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In the first season, it gained a loyal following of over 500,000 fans watching new episodes every Friday.

By season two, it had won seven Silver Satellite awards for special effects, scriptwriting, and more.

By season three, it boasted a regular cast of over seventy actors and actresses from across the known galaxy, some of which have gone on to be nominated for 'Best Actor' awards.

Seasons four and five brought the most thrilling plotlines, and the most dramatic and hilarious events on holovision to date.

With the end of the Reaper War and the reconstruction of the relays, CDN is back on the air once again, renewed in spite of this terrible tragic event, and ready for Season Seven! New cast members are here to stay, and more than a few old faces return!

Special interviews with the cast, the director, and more! Join us in preparation and anticipation of Season Seven of...

Cerberus Daily News!

On another set, technicians are putting up the decorum of the Unexpected Opportunity, and the extras are putting up the fake balls and chains that are supposed to show they're slaves. Goronak Garorn, who plays Bintar "4Eyes4TheWin" Ranak, gets out of make up and start shaking hands with everyone. He receives his script.

Director : So what do you think?
Goronak : Well I like it, of course, but I'm concerned my character may come up as sympathetic. I'm playing a slaver right?
Director : Yeah, we're trying something new, demographics say people are sick and tired of over evil slavers.
Goronak : Ok then... I just hope we won't give a bad example. And that nickname, 4Eyes? It's like I'm racist to myself.
Director : Don't bother your pretty head with that. Action!

(And upbeat music start to play, the slaves extra go their floor mark, some clean stuff, others bang decorum with a hammer to show they're working. Goronak, now playing Bintar arrives from the right door with a smile and waves to the audience. Some cheer him, some booh.)

Director : Yeah, I see why they would be confused.

Bintar : Ho boy, what a beautiful day to be a slaver! The suns shine, the slaves wipe! You should all try sometime!

Slave #4 : Yeah I'll think about it next life!

(the audience doesn't react in time to the joke, laugh track is used instead)

Bintar : You guys need to clean up! Some guy from CDN is coming to interview me today, and I want him to be dazed.

Slave #2 : Will you try to convince the galaxy that a career in slaving is somehow acceptable sir?

Bintar : What? Do you think I'm crazy? Now he's coming for my stamp collection! Now that's something I'm actually proud about!

(Nothing, even the laugh track guys didn't realize it was supposed to be funny)

Slave #1 : Sir, not to interrupt, but you didn't whip us for the last 3 hours. I know us slaves don't really have a contract, but it's against common courtesy.

Bintar : Really, so sorry!

(Bintar grabs a barbed whip and start whiping #1)

Slave #1 : Aouch sir. Glad that's sorted. Aaargh. Because we need regularity you see. Ho my god please stop. How about next time in two hours?

Director : Yep, you see that's fanservice because he's whipping a quarian slave. People are into suited quarians theses days. Bunch of creeps if you ask me.

(the scene ends, the audience starts clapping, the director cuts on his omnitool and Goronak repeatedly asks Marlita, #1's actress, if he didn't hurt her, and if she's free tonight)

A hairdresser ran a comb through the Burke actress' hair, fussing over a cowlick as a makeup effects artist powdered her cheeks and applied eyeliner to the woman's eyes. The woman glanced over a script and spoke quietly, mouthing her lines. A producer stepped in, holding up an extended hand- "Five minutes, Carol." He spoke before leaving. The actress stood up, straightened her shirt and jacket, and turned to her wardrobe manager, who crossed an arm across his chest and rubbed his temple.

"Honey, you fit the part." He spoke with an exhausted tone. "Just.." He paused, going through a rack of jackets. "This - Black would work better for the yellow top underneath. The character dresses rather plainly, hm?" He raised a brow, lifting a black bomber jacket with the Systems Alliance logo patched on. "What do you think?"

"I like it, it works." The actress shrugged, taking the jacket and replacing her original with it. One last glance-over by her makeup specialist, and the woman was sent out onto the set, a shoot on the Presidium, for a scene titled 'The Reconstruction.'
The director sat on a filming crane, his mandibles clicking. He glanced over his watch and through the camera lens.

"Okay, three...two..one.. Action!"

Arada Vellius sat in front of her agent's desk pouting, her father at her side. Her father yelled at the volus behind the desk. "I don't want my daughter in this filth they call a holovision show. You're not even letting her play a turian!"

The volus sighed. He knew this was going to happen; it always happend when dealing with these brats and their parents. "I understand you complaints, *hssssst* Mr. Vellius, but my hands are tied. The network needed a replacement for Anchureck after she *hssssst* fled to Turvess, and your daughter fits the bill. She's the right height, has a similar voice (after removing the flange in post, of course), and is *hssssst* within our price range."

Being the overly-entitled child she was, Arada whined, "I don't wanna' be some scared little raloi! What will my friends think? You shoulda' killed her off when her actress decided to be a coward and run away! Plus, do you see any feathers, beach ball?"

The father turned to the girl and said, "Sweetie, please. The grown-ups are talking." Returning his gaze to the agent, he continued, "She brings up a good point, though. Why didn't you just kill the thing off? It seems like it would have been a lot cheaper than..."

Before he could finish, the volus cut him off and slid Mr. Vellius a datapad. "Here is our offer. And to answer your questions: 'it's none of my concern', 'that's makeup's job, *hssssst* Palaven-clan', and 'she was a very popular character in the original *hssssst* show' respectively."

Angry, the father began to retort, "What!? You can't talk to my da..." But when he looked at the datapad, his tone changed. "Congratulations, Arada; you have a new acting role! Let's get you to makeup; I want to see what my daughter looks like as a raloi."

The crowd classic of year 2185 returns!

With old favourites like Timothy Ashford as Albert Lowell!

Arada Vellius as Najhil Holken!

Usha'Ketra vas Rannoch as Kenec'Getha nar Iblin!

And new cast members like Goronak Garorn as Bintar Ranak!

Aaaaaaaaaaand...Urdnot Prot as himself!

A krogan wearing a policeman's uniform bursts into view, gun in hand, laughing raucously.

"BWAHAHAHAHA! DO YOU PUNKS FEEL LUCKY? WELL, DO YA?" he leers and peers into the camera. "BREAK THE LAW AND I'LL BREAK YOU!"

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“You’re having me voice a…giant…muppet.”

“Well…”

“Giant. Muppet.”

“Look, the last guy we tried to get that size died of explosive diabetes,, okay?!”

"What the hell is Mombasa?"
"Sir, It's a Kenyan city."
Julian Hargreaves was tired. He spent four weeks trying for a part in the Dirk Black movie, and they gave him a extra role on some HV show.
"Look, my character is in, about four scenes, does he talk about where he is from that much?"
"... Yes sir."
"Goddammit. Fine. Get the Drell, I want him to remember as many facts about Mombasa as possible. My character is at least cultured this time. I'm not playing another Terra firma idiot."
"... He doesn't even know what Palavan is."
"...Oh dear."
"And he's a UCL fan."
"Primitive. This is so far below me. Call my agent."

"This one must admit to preferring the more subdued scenes, in which the character reflects on the losses suffered by both himself and the galaxy, and strikes a more sombre note than usual. Not that this one would want to portray a depressing character by any means, but the sheer enthusiasm and cheer that the role calls for can be tiring. This one was of course well aware that judging the emotional range of hanar can be difficult for the majority of viewers, and personally this one suspects that the character is occasionally written as being a little too excited and eager in order to compensate, but this one has tried to bring a depth to its performance that it hopes will convey something new to the viewers. Hanar tend to be supporting characters on CDN; this one appreciates that its role is not a large one, but truthfully there is something of the character in this one, albeit rather more cynical, and this one is reasonably fond of Laykalar. This one believes too that in the aftermath of the Great Darkening the peoples of this galaxy need to embrace their shared destiny and come to understand one another with greater depth. Portraying the identity struggles of young hanar in this time of change - and particularly exploring how they relate to the wonders of the galaxy beyond these ones' historically rather isolationist borders - is rewarding, and this one thinks useful to other species also. Even if characters like Laykalar are a little exaggerated to get over that communication barrier".

“Sir, Mr. Lyn has locked himself in the bar again. Something about reading your latest script.”