Emperor Offers Ceasefire, Rebel Alliance Pushes Ahead
The stark-white gear of the Galactic Empire cuts onto the screen and fades out. Your view moves to the obsidian throne room, but, instead of his usual position, the Emperor stands tall at the steps before his seat, black robes spilling out luxuriously in all directions. He pulls back his hood, revealing grey eyes bespeckled with red fleks and snow-white hair, kept long, "Good evening, citizens of my fine Galaxy. Tonight, during a brief holomeeting with disgraced senator Danneke, I offered her and her ilk room to breath: a proposal for a ceasefire. Let history remember that it is I who spoke diplomacy on this day. It was not fluff, but substantive. I demanded reparations for the lives they've taken, including for the late Grand Moff Kaiden, Dragon of the Empire. I was not planning to let them off so easy, but I -was- willing to entertain a deal. Instead of a counter-offer, the commander refused to even discuss it, intimating that I was wasting her time, and playing lame theatric ignorance regarding Kaiden's death." The man smiles, but tightly, with a furrowed disposition, before continuing, "Instead of gaining a neutral standing with me, one she and her riff-raff could have utilized in a variety of ways...tonight she decided to continue war. Let no one ever forget it." The Emperor gestures forward with gloved hands, "She now leads beings to a gruesome death, and she will follow them in time. When that day comes, perhaps then she will realize the folly in her mistake tonight. Either way, my Empire marches on."
Drolek's Militia Formally Declares Rebellion
The screen crackles to life and the image of Danneke Luxia standing against a stark-white backdrop is displayed. Stained upon the backdrop, a color as red as fresh blood, is a unique starbird symbol representing a phoenix. The woman steps forward and begins to speak, "Good evening Galaxy. The time has come to bring new hope to the galaxy. From the ashes of a fallen Republic, from the explosive demise of Mon Calamari Shipyards, from the collective cry of those who won't be downtrodden by an illegal Empire any longer, and from the unfortunate loss of our dear leader Orwen Drolek, comes an alliance of like-minded factions. We refuse your totalitarian leadership. We refuse your ravaging of our natural rights. We refuse to bend to your will. We refuse to pay for another permit. We refuse to be discriminated against because of the race of our people. We rise now, The Rebel Alliance, a promise to bring an end to tyranny." As she speaks, the camera pans out, eventually wide enough to display a large, growing crowd of soldiers, pilots, agents, and diplomats. "United we cannot be defeated. Every day that a citizen says Enough! is a day that we grow stronger. Join us to bring an end to this Galactic Empire."