A depiction of rally master Feydrik Munin after the fray
[Incoming Transmission..]
[...from Rally Master Ninurta of the Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders...]
"Brothers. Sisters. Warriors of the Crusade and beyond. Hear me. Today, we stand victorious."
"For what has felt like years, the Galactic Alliance waged its war against the Dark Empire, pouring precious resources, fleets, and soldiers into a conflict that dragged on without end. They fought battles, brokered treaties, debated strategies, but they never finished their job. They hesitated. They faltered. And in the end, it wasn’t the Alliance that brought the Empire to its knees."
"It was us."
"The Empire is in ashes. It will wither, it will wane and it has died. The Crusade did what, in all their power, the Galactic Alliance could not. Where they struggled, we struck true. Where they awaited for their senates council, Our Mandalore led our way, bled beside us and revealed the narrow path to victory! We took Ithor, shattered Selnesh, and broke the Imperial war machine in a single campaign! Oh how the Alliance clawed for a victory in the name of peace and justice. While they sat in their chambers, wringing their hands over strategy, we evoked the wrath to face the Dark Empire as worthy equals! While they played politics, we sharpened our blades. And when the time came, we did not need nor ask permission. We act."
"This is the difference between us and them. The Alliance still clings to the illusion that peace and civilization will shape the galaxy. They believe conflicts are won with words, with diplomacy, with carefully measured steps. But history, no, nature tells another story. Conflict is the galaxy! Those who have the resolve to survive By those who do not hesitate. By those who take what is rightfully theirs. This is the way.”
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"And now, the rest of the galaxy, you should thank us and be glad."
"Yes, you heard me right. The Galactic Alliance, the Republic remnants, The Royal Naboo Republic, The Foundation, and all the so-called free worlds—all of you should be singing our praises. Because while you stumbled, while you debated and hesitated, we did what needed to be done. The Empire is gone, its remnants scattered like dust in the wind. And not by your hands. No, it was the Mandalorian Neo-Crusade that ended this war. We bled, we burned, we conquered so that your precious stability, your fragile peace, might have a chance to exist that much more. I pray you take this chance to prepare. Despise us, Taunt and call us warlords and enslavers, but you cannot deny the truth: the Crusade accomplished in months what the Alliance failed to in years."
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"And as for the New Jedi Order? Hiding in their temples, clinging to their outdated code, waiting for the ‘right’ moment to act? Infringing on planetary cultures that are not your own? The guardians of peace, the defenders of justice—how pitiful you’ve become in your comforts. You wield the Force, yet you have no strength. You hold power, yet you are too ignorant to use it?! Do you know what the galaxy sees when they look at you? Not heroes. Not warriors. But relics. Cowards who let the darkness fester until real warriors had to step in and clean up your mess. You have failed, again and again, and yet you still stand there, pretending you are the glue to hold the galaxy together. And when the next war comes, and it will come, do not look to the Jedi. Do not look to the Alliance. Look to us. Because once again, it will be the Crusade that holds the line. By the will of Mandalore the Anointed, It will be us who shape the future. And the galaxy will remember who had the will to forge it anew.”
“Long live Mandalore.”
