Keepin Corellia Weird
Cjaalysce'l-
If you're reading this, you've already heard the news. Through a smuggler, a bounty hunter, a Green Jedi or someone else. The important thing isn't who or how, it is that you are reading this. That somewhere within you, in spirit or blood, runs the same rocket fuel as mine. That same heart that soars behind the yoke of a good ship, or aches too far from our home, or from the thrill or prospect of adventure.
For too long, the Sith have ruled the Core with an Iron Fist and strangled the Galaxy. Now, brave men and women of the Galactic Alliance have pushed them from the very center of the political power spectrum by liberating Coruscant. I ask you, will we not do the same for our home? Will we stand by and let others do the hard work for us?
No.
We will fight, from the skies, from the hyperlanes, from the cantinas and forests. Their every breath will be drawn in paranoia and fear of when and where we will strike next. We will give aid to our kinfolk, arm them to rise up themselves, and we will see to it that they learn what it is to have the Corellisi people as their enemy.
We WILL go home. And I hope you will help us...
Ol'val, min dul'skal, ahn guld domina -
Julius Sedaire
If you're reading this, you've already heard the news. Through a smuggler, a bounty hunter, a Green Jedi or someone else. The important thing isn't who or how, it is that you are reading this. That somewhere within you, in spirit or blood, runs the same rocket fuel as mine. That same heart that soars behind the yoke of a good ship, or aches too far from our home, or from the thrill or prospect of adventure.
For too long, the Sith have ruled the Core with an Iron Fist and strangled the Galaxy. Now, brave men and women of the Galactic Alliance have pushed them from the very center of the political power spectrum by liberating Coruscant. I ask you, will we not do the same for our home? Will we stand by and let others do the hard work for us?
No.
We will fight, from the skies, from the hyperlanes, from the cantinas and forests. Their every breath will be drawn in paranoia and fear of when and where we will strike next. We will give aid to our kinfolk, arm them to rise up themselves, and we will see to it that they learn what it is to have the Corellisi people as their enemy.
We WILL go home. And I hope you will help us...
Ol'val, min dul'skal, ahn guld domina -
Julius Sedaire
