An Empress's Memorial
INN: Statement from Memorial for Empress Vora Vytress
The Imperial Cog spins onto a black screen, the usual fanfare and the background filled with slow solemn vocals. The logo fades away to the dimly lit streets of Wroona Trade City, a long procession of Imperials and citizens walking along from the spaceport. At the head is a human male wearing a silver crown and dressed in black ceremonial robes. Behind him walk Imperial Royal Guards, carrying a gold-trimmed and pearl decorated casket. The procession stops at a graveyard not far from the Wroonian shores, and the Guards lower the casket onto a durasteel contraption. "The Empress was a formidable woman," the human male remarks, his expression stoic as he gazes down towards the casket. "And put my Empire above all else as she served as my advisor, friend, and wife." A mechanical whirring fills the air as the durasteel contraption lowers the casket the rest of the way into the ground. "She was cornered because she chose to act against a traitor, and was cut down by those who seek to impose chaos on the galaxy and destroy my Empire. Even now, they work with the Jedi and terrorists while claiming 'self defense' and asking me to take a step back and stop before this war has gone too far." He scoffs angrily at that. "This war had gone too far the day they decided to kill Lady Vora Vytress. There will be no more mercy. If the Crimson Dawn wishes to negotiate, they will lay down their arms and surrender Vlado, Ewapa, and Maccus to my Empire." His head lifts as his yellow eyes stare directly at the holo-camera. "These are your terms. Otherwise I will destroy the Crimson Dawn in its entirety, and no power in the galaxy will stop me."
