The timing of events were going to be as exact as they could make it. Communication across the galaxy, even within the same sector, was not instant, so there was going to be some variance. Perhaps a few minutes, maybe half an hour, but that would be acceptable. As long as it all happened quickly enough that the word could not spread between systems, it would serve its intended purpose.

A Twi’lek sat behind his desk, staring into the screen in front of him at the button that would send his message to start it all. His slicers had already infected every vulnerable system they could find with the virus that would allow his message to be heard. It would not be perfect, as there were some places with good enough security to have stopped his slicers, but it would be good enough. So many businesses in Hutt space were not well enough off to worry about such things, after all. In truth, he was not worried about the plan actually succeeding, but rather the effects of that success. This was a major step, and one from which there was no turning back. 

Across several major systems in Hutt Space, the message was sent. In the streets, cantinas, any place that the public gathered, about half of the holographic screens in view suddenly turned black. After a few moments, the advertisements, sports games, or whatever else they might have been showing were replaced with the image of a blue Twi’lek. It was a face that many in the public would have become at least somewhat familiar with, the face that had become known as Cinder. 

“My people, today is a day of destiny. On this day, I come with a message. It is a message that has already been spread among the oppressed and the suffering, among the people who have needed our help the most. Now, it is a message that I intend to bring to light among all of this sector’s people. My message today is that the faith that has been given to us by the people has not been misplaced. For as long as any alive today can remember, this sector has been under the tyranny of corruption. The rest of the galaxy thinks of Hutt space as being lawless, but as any born here would know, the law here is simply what they would call ‘crime.’ The iron grip that they have held with their power has squeezed the life, and the hope, out of the good men and women who just want to live their lives in peace. The rest of the galaxy, whether at the height of the Republic, or the Empire, was content to ignore them. But we are not. We are the Believers, and we are the ones who dare to fight. Where we see the decadence and decay the Hutts have wrought upon their worlds, we are not content merely to survive. We do not intend to accept their rule just because they have convinced us that it is the only option. We believe in another choice. We believe that no one should be forced to serve them, and we believe that it is within our power to fix that. I have spent many years fighting them, have poured my sweat and blood into resistance. And in that, I learned something…”

On the screens, the Twi’lek leaned in, his face becoming more clear in the darkened room. “They bleed too.” 

Although the transmissions were not perfectly in sync across the sector, the attacks themselves were coordinated with the local broadcasts. Each attack was different, but they were all sudden, violent, and certainly could not be ignored. Not all of the targets were exceptionally valuable, since it was, naturally, quite difficult to infiltrate the important targets, but where they could not find a strategically important target, they found something else to destroy that represented the Hutts’ power. 

On Nar Shaddaa, there were multiple attacks across the moon simultaneously, one of which was particularly impactful. The Believers had infiltrated a mercenary group that had come to work exclusively for the Hutt Queen Boonatta, and had set explosives among their store of munitions. The explosion was massive, lighting up the streets around with a fiery glow. It shook surrounding buildings and sent out a deafening sound for kilometers around, reaching even the skirmish between the mercenaries, former Imperials, and the Sith. The building itself did not collapse, but it was certainly set ablaze. 

Meanwhile, above the planet Vontor, a ship dropped out of hyperspace, with a significant fighter complement dropping out of hyperspace alongside it. This was where the majority of the fleet that had been sent to Kintan had originated from, which was precisely why the Believers had chosen it as their target. It was still, of course, well-protected even without the ships at Kintan, but it was just vulnerable enough to attempt their plan. 

The ship was a cruiser class vessel, specifically a captured Ton-Falk-class carrier: something a fair amount larger than the Hutts might have expected from a group like the Believers. The ship wasted little time in making its intentions clear as it began to launch long-range missiles from outside the range of the shipyards’ own weapons. Although, neither the carrier nor its fighters had yet begun to advance on the shipyards.