ID: 38
Glossu Rabban Harkonnen
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Teleprompter Script
Attend, all you faithful of House Harkonnen! You truly are lucky, for tonight’s gladiatorial games are blessed by the presence of a special guest. So tamp down your bloodlust and attend! This is a man who needs no introduction… but we’re going to give him one nonetheless, aren’t we!?

[pause for applause]

You may know him as the Count of Lankiveil. You might know him as the champion of Harko Village. You best recognize him as the true Siridar-Regent of Arrakis. By decree of our beneficent Baron, he has dominion of the dunes and the spice.
He brought the Fremen scourge to heel. He fights to liberate us all from the destructive chaos brought on by the usurping ambitions and oily lies of the Atreides serpents.

[pause for booing]

A man so fearsome, his enemies know him as “Beast”, but we know him as “Protector”. Now slam those hands together with such thunder that every sandworm within a thousand miles goes insane, as I introduce to you… Glossu Rabban!

[pause for applause]
Overheard Conversation at a Harko Village Tavern
No-no! That’s precisely the reason I need another spiced beer. Give it! You don’t know what it’s like! Working at that place. Isn’t of the prestige you’d think.
The things I’ve seen carted out of that bedroom! Bloodied children’s toys. Broken animals. Torture implements. A desecrated painting of the Baron, and no I will not elaborate. Cleanup crews with specialized equipment, always in and out, in and out.
The worst… Give me that beer! The worst… it was a bundle, wrapped in white sheets, gummy stains of blood showing through. Two men of the cleaning crew are lugging the bundle, when the Beast dashes out of the bedroom, naked save for an ornate codpiece.
The Beast slams one of the cleaning crew against the wall, until he’s another mess to clean. Then he picks up the bundle, light as a doll, and crushes it to his chest. He’s making sounds that are half-way an animal shriek and half-way what a toddler hollers when they regret breaking a toy. Dashes back in the room. Half a minute later, and I can hear giggles and laughter from within.

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