Pa'Desh, Pa'Dan, The Old Fort Parade Ground
The visage of the proud Grand Admiral was transmitted across all those who would listen. His crisp, white uniform glowing in the tropical sun. A grin beamed across his features. This was a moment of triumph. "Patriots and Comrades," The Grand Admiral began, "Our forces have struck back against those who seek to beseech our people and our will." The Imperator declared with a vicious grin, "The supposedly, Eternal Empire is but a fleeting moment within our shared history," Rausgeber commanded to the assembled legions of stormtroopers. Behind him and projected upon the gargantuan First Order banner, Zakuul City.
"Even during their supposed moment of triumph," Carlyle proudly declared, "During the crowning of their derelict monarch," The cityscape of the metropolis erupted into a ball of fire. "The peoples of Zakuul rose up against their masters." The Grand Admiral thundered, "They saw through the lies, through the deceit of these pretenders and struck back against theses invaders." Rausgeber raised his fist and slammed it down upon the wooden pulpit."And tore through their regime and propaganda to show the Galaxy and us, their dedication to the First Order and to our values."
Carlyle then stood tall, "To the peoples of Zakuul, those who may have been tempted to join these pretenders. To attach themselves to this sinking ship," The man shook his head, as a disappointed patriarch would. "I suggest that the chance for redemption comes near, renounce this regime. Join your fellow patriots and the struggle to defend your Empire, your legitimate governors from these scum." The Grand Admiral then paused, "And let this be a lesson to all those whose wills waver, whose hearts falter, that we can and we will be sure to punish any insolence."
Rausgeber offered a crisp salute. "Long live Sieger Ren! Long live the First Order!"
The War Room
The war room sat within the deepest and darkest confines of Old Pa'Dan's Old Fort. It had been one of the new additions implemented by the First Order. Escorted by two towering Death Troopers, the assembled group of stormtroopers and recruits were funnelled into the deepest, darkest parts of the fortress. The parts not open to many outside of the elite officers and their retainers. The Death Troopers keyed in the access codes to a conference room. Upon its opening the group were met with the Grand Admiral. Still under the holographic facade. "Gentlemen," The officer commanded to the Death Troopers, "Seal the room." The Death Troopers complied.
"Ladies and gentlemen," He gestured to those assembled from across the mahogany table. "You have been assembled here for a singular task." The Grand Admiral informed them, "To assist in the reclamation of our territory. This will require us to dismantle the Eternal Empire. Permanently." The Grand Admiral continued. "Time is of the essence, and resources limited, so I anticipate that each and every one of you be prepared to take ultimate sacrifice should the need eventuate."
"This is a task which requires upmost fidelity and skill." He added, "If you have any questions, please, feel free to ask."