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Andruil once again appeared on the holonet screen. Last time she had reached out with an olive branch, but now things had changed. The galaxy was a different place and everyone had shown their hands.

Citizens of the galaxy, the last time I stood before you I offered a path to peace. I extended an olive branch to the nations of the Galactic Senate. I even went so far as to depose the Eternal and solidify the power of the Sith under a new and progressive banner.

The footage cut away from her and to the dead Felucians that lay in their fields and in the jungles surrounding the Sith base. Many had risen up against the invading members of the FWA and the Jedi and been subsequently slain in the fighting.

In return, the combined forces of FWA worlds and their Jedi attack dogs have continued to invade a world that entered the Sith peacefully and through diplomacy in exchange for protection from pirates that have plagued them for decades. They prospered like they haven't in years. The FWA and Jedi never lifted a finger to help them before until they saw an opportunity to attack the Sith in the name of "liberty."

The image cut back to the Sith Lord and the face of disgust she had at the hypocrisy she had just described. Ask yourself who among you knew that you were being dragged into a war? Prime Minister did you authorize war? You, citizen of the FWA, did you know or agree to be dragged into a war that didn't involve you? The best thing about it, was that every word she had spoken was true. Not a hint of deceit in it.

Perhaps my idealism couldn't see that conflict with the FWA was inevitable as they continue to support the Jedi in their war and then cry "foul" when someone strikes them back. What is truly appalling, however, is that the New Republic - a nation all-but-untouched by this war and with whom we desired no conflict - has spat on the hand of friendship offered and launched an attack on Denon, aiming to starve out its citizens.

Footage cut once again to Denon and those caught in the invasion. Shots were of the worst of the fighting where portions of ships that had been shot down in orbit had slammed into homes of innocent people, the last footage to escape on social media before the New Repubilc cut everyone off. The shot cut to ships that now sat in orbit, cutting off the innocent families just seen moments before.

Firrerre was only the beginning. It opened its doors willingly to the Jedi, and worlds that do so will continue to burn, she said. She knew that her spies had already begun to alter navigational buoys and other interstellar travel records to show large quantities of Jedi activity in the area. With the planet's populace areas reduced to little more than rubble and its surface turned to glass, refuting her claim would be exceedingly difficult, and at worst would turn to a "he said, she said scenario." The thing that Andruil had going for her that the other side did not was the heavy emphasis and abundance of evidence of the war being primarily centered around the Jedi and Sith.

We will fight for the security and safety of our people at any cost, and we will give them protection. Denon, you are not forgotten and you will be avenged. Those on the verge of being consumed by this war would be wise to consider their position. Our war is with the Jedi and your "Free World Alliance" has chosen to side with them. Can you afford to remain in such a reckless organization?

The New Republic and FWA have chosen war, so I will give it to them.
 

Claudias Tannaras

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It had barely been a few days since he had returned to Brentaal. The political situation for the last 10 years had been spiraling into madness, but the past weeks had truly been chaotic. He imagined that historians-- if any were left once this was over-- would undoubtedly view this as one of the darkest periods in galactic history. A world glassed, billions slaughtered in conflict. The former Dark Lord had been cast down and destroyed… and now, it had been replaced by a woman who promised MORE bloodshed, more war. Firrerre was the beginning of a galactic bloodletting that hadn’t been seen in well over a century.

And yet, Claudias did not feel hopelessness at this realization. No, the Ambassador only felt one feeling. One feeling as he listened to this inheritor of the legacy of Palpatine. One feeling as he listened to her reframe a bloody war of conquest that had already killed billions as a defense against the evil attacks of the Jedi and Free World Alliance. One, searing, burning feeling that rose above everything else.

Hatred.

Hatred for her, hatred for those who had destroyed the world he’d stayed on all around him. Hatred for her order, hatred for all who called themselves Sith, who wielded the dark side in the name of some order that had, through its history, proved to be little more than megalomaniacal, genocidal monsters. Yet here she was, portraying his republic-- the inheritor of the light of freedom and democracy for countless centuries-- as the villains. That she and her saber wielding maniacs were the heroes, protecting an innocent world from piracy. It was such a bold faced twisting of the truth that he wondered if she genuinely thought anyone would believe it.

But the worst of all were her comments on Firrerre.

Firrerro, an irrelevant world that an insignificant man had been stationed on.

Firrerro, a planet bordering on Sith space, with no strategic value, no important trade networks, no grand military targets.

Firrerro, a world populated by millions of kind, innocent people… was apparently a harbor for the Jedi. Yes, the simple act of allowing Jedi to even exist on this world justified it’s extinction.

Claudias couldn’t stomach any more. Grabbing the holo remote, he let out a cry, and threw it at the projector.

“MURDEROUS S-S-SORCERESS!” He screamed, blood boiling and heart pounding. He gripped his temple, tears beginning to well in his eyes. “Lying, t-tyrannical, inhuman m-m-monster…” He hissed, words barely escaping through clenched teeth. He glanced over at his datapad, and wordlessly began to type.

“Tonight, Darth Andruil of the Sith order was given an opportunity to prove that all the so called propaganda one might know of the Sith was false. That they are not monsters on a warpath in the name of conquest, despite seizing vast swathes of territory and making war on the galaxy. That they are not the same as the tyrannical Emperor Palpatine, who destroyed the Republic, replaced it with a military dictatorship, and destroyed the innocent worlds of the Alderaan, Kijimi, or Courtsilius, Raysho, Hosnian, Cardota, and Hosnian Prime… in spite of her own order recently destroying Firrerre with all her inhabitants, save a handful of survivors-- including myself.”

Claudias quickly typed an indent, adding,
“No. Instead, she proves that she and her order are as we know them to be-- nothing but murderers. Murderers at war with an order they know are the only ones that can challenge their force powers. Murderers that will slaughter worlds for exercising their rights of association with their enemies. Murderers, who have admitted that if you so much as even allow Jedi on your world… than you, your loved ones, and all you know or own, will be slaughtered.”

He paused. This needed to be more flushed out, needed to be expanded upon.
"I want you to imagine yourself on this world, as I was. I want you to imagine it's beautiful oceans. I want you to imagine it's cities, filled with culture, art, and history. Try to imagine families; try to imagine yours. Your parents, siblings, cousins. Your children in your arms." The man paused, before typing, "And imagine all of that being destroyed. Imagine those blue oceans boiling. Imagine those cities turned to rubble. Imagine your family slaughtered like kath hounds... for the crime of Jedi supposedly being present, even if you had never even seen one."

“There will be no peace amongst the stars as long as these monsters have any power. In the names of all those who have lost their lives to these sorcerers, we must put aside our differences. It does not matter where you hail from; the Core, or the Outer Rim. The Republic, or the ISC. Those who use the force, those who do not. Those who are rich, and those who struggle.”
He took a deep breathe. He wasn’t sure if he should type what came next. He didn’t know if it would cost him his political career to call for what he was about to call for. He had always believed in peace, in a galactic brotherhood, championing freedom and democracy for all. Where the most powerful helped those who struggled.

But that galaxy couldn’t exist if the people who did what had just been done were alive.

“The Sith order must be destroyed.”

He didn’t type for a few seconds after that, fingers hovering over the screen. Than, he resumed typing.

“They must be wiped from the galaxy, reduced to what they once were; scary stories told to children, the perpetrators of atrocities one can only read in history books. The Sorceress in this broadcast has tried to enchant you with lies; to frame her and her order of murderers as defenders of the innocent. But if one can be viewed as guilty for standing on the same soil as a Jedi is, than I doubt anyone is innocent. It is either we, the free people of the galaxy-- or them.”

As ambassador of a world-- one of the most strategically important worlds in the galaxy-- his words had meaning. What he was calling for was not just total war-- it was extermination. The people’s of the Sith Empire should be left unharmed; they had been conquered, or bewitched into believing that their enslavement was a gift. It was the dark lords, the practitioners of the dark side, who had to die. They all needed to go… save for those who could be saved.

He doubted that he'd be remembered within even a year after his death. But if he was... he hoped that the galaxy remembered this.



 

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"Blasters flash, sabers swing..." Kotii sang quietly to himself in the cargo hold of his Kom'rk transport. The sound of the vibroblade becoming keener with each stroke was matched only by the quiet sound of a news broadcast and the Mandalorian's soft singing. "...shining beskad's piercing ring! Basilisks fly o'er like polished shields; fight those bastards til they yield..." The Alor of House Solus had heard the songs of Dalyn Solus repeated and now repeated it while maintaining his equipment. Normally it was a drinking song but warrior almost hummed it to himself "..crimson blades and midnight robes, fight to keep them from your homes." The chant like singing was echoed through the small ship, not having far to travel.

"Sound the horn and call the cry; how many of them..." He stopped sharpening the blade as he looked towards the communications suite. The holo-projector had the volume low and words in aurebesh appeared below the news broadcast. Kotii's crimson eyes focused on the blue tinged report. Stilling his blade, Kotii did not move from his spot and instead chose to read the translated words shown in the home of every galactic citizen.

"...How many of them can we make die?" The sharpening of the Black Hand's blade continued before long So too did the singing and preparations. "...How many of them can we make die?" Only time would tell.

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Cal stared at the holonet feed in disbelief.

"F—"

Zip Blip

The feed turned off, and Cal looked up to see his wife holding the remote and tutting.

"Language please."

He sighed, and got back to work.
 
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