/ Imperial Militant Holocommunique \
| Public Holonet Statement |
| I R O N _ H O P E |

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/ War Commissar Uranax, XIth Imperial Raptor Century: Liberty Skulls \

| Love, the Alliance preaches from its democracy and temples. |
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I'm Skar Goran by birth, raised in those great sky-cities that drift in the atmosphere. Duracrete broken up by flashes of green, brought from low to high. I recall my father, humming All Stars Burn as One as he went preparing our morning breakfast before schooling. Botany was popular, with all those Wookiees how could it not be – I just never took to it.

I know what the Alliance is, what it promises and what it delivers on.

It is a golden example of Galactic Peace and excellence in common memory. It stands strong against the encroaching darkness – the braying of terentateks and reborn barbarians. I knew its comfort, I knew its embrace and care.

My life tugged me in another direction, a blaster in my hands and mud under my feet – stars away, saving lives far beyond Alliance space. The forgotten Rim and beyond.

I'm not one for poetics, but I'd call it destiny.

| Doom, the Sith promise for the apostate and foreign. |
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I was still young when I saw my first Sith.

A kill order placed by a local planetary baron picked up by my century. He was as stark as death when he gave us the contract. No idea why, I was joking with the other newbloods – the command never said a word.

Some drug fueled marauder-cult in the ruins of Darkknell, a flash of red in the dark.

I could live with the fact that they slaughtered half the squadron with nothing I could do to stop it.

But not with the nightmares. Not with the memories.

Coming across a base of operations. Their lab of “science.” Death and desecration, holovids made review teams sick. I won’t repeat the descriptions here, but the documents have been unclassified. Find them on your own time.

| Revenge, the Empire's ruination to cultures and estranged. |
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Once again, Dark-Imperialism breached the galaxy. Cultists enwrapped in the shroud of progress and order. A despotate only rivaled by that of Palpatine’s machinations in ages forgotten. They claw the false-history and revisionism from the grave. They want to turn the clock back, reset the galaxy to its primal state.

Before law, before peace, before Ashla’s Grace.

I refuse and refute their claim, Coruscant belongs to the Galaxy – not to misbegotten fascists.

| Comradery, reinforced by betaplast and compassion. |
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I sit at this desk – this terminal- typing away to shout some vague claim into the holonet. This idea that the image of a stormtrooper, clad in white, can be redeemed in the public eye. That there should come a day when the scream of TIEs overhead should be a sign of joy and freedom instead of fear and dread.

This is a new age, a new hope, and a New Peace.

The Imperial Military Protectorate is not a revanchist pseudo-empire.

We are not some rogue state needing to be put down.

We are comrades, allies, and brethren in arms wishing to serve the Common Good.

Wherever there is darkness, injustice, and the rise of evil, we will be there.

We call on all who shine in Ashla’s Grace to welcome us as friends.

Operations in host-space will follow the rules of engagement of the home-nation. All we wish is to help, to be another flame against the dying dark.

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