The True Loyalist
NYRIAAN OFFICIAL BROADCAST
NYRIAAN
Imperial citizens from all around the planet would have their comlinks and holoprojectors suddenly turned on. Every establishment had to comply with the Official Broadcast's dissemination, and some comlinks were brought even inside the mines, so that the workers during that shift could listen to the Broadcast. For those that had a holoprojector, they would see a man, standing up. It didn't seen like a Moff. His air wasn't of arrogance, but of a soldier following orders. His expression, hardened out, did not project any sense of luxury. His face, scarred and beaten, was also disciplined, serious and focused. The hair was cut following military customs, and with military precision. The only thing outside of military custom was the Moff's beard, unshaved. This Soldier-Moff hybrid was wearing a heavy black armor, dating from the New Imperial Order. It was surprisingly conservated, even if with clear marks of age on it. After 2 minute of silence, hands behind his back, standing as rigid as one can get, with burning, concentrated eyes, the Moff began his speech
"Citizens of Nyriaan. I am Moff Evner Braxiatel, the new governor of this important planet.", Moff Evner didn't speak as an Imperial staff would. His accent didn't match with the noble families of Coruscant, nor with the self-glorifying officials that frequented Nyriaan. After a brief pause, the Moff continued. ""For centuries, the Nyriaanian citizen has been passing through many hardships to conquer this harsh planet. Many miners died serving the Empire, making their lives in a planet where even when you survive your work's precarious condition, you could still be killed by native fauna, flora and by the Indigenous tribes, that fight so desperately and cruely against change, and denies becoming citizens of Our Empire."
"And yet, for all the problems this planet has, none could be bigger than the recklesness, the laziness, the arrogance and self-promoting character of those who sat this chair before me. Even the Empire isn't yet free of the pests that prefer luxury over serving the Empire, comfort over our holy duty to all imperial citizens. The planet's headquarters, the one I'm in at this very moment, was a staple of inequality between the Imperial Staff and the common citizen. More than any difficulties one had to face in Nyriaan, the worse was the infestation held within our very ranks. I assure you: I will not partake my predecessors' weakness. As by now, I will purge the Headquarters of any luxury, of any unworthy staff, of anyone not completely devoted to serving our people. All the luxury will be reverted into the budget we will need so much to change this planet once and for all".
"As I said before, the Nyriaanian citizen has been mocked and harmed by nature for too long now. It is time we fight back, to show this planet we are its rightful masters! The most hardened men are also the most prepared of them all, and if they so wish, nothing is impossible for them! That is why I declare, by Decree, the foundation of the Nyriaanian Miner's Union, to organise and grow closer the best this planet has to offer against Nature's cruel grip. It is your hard work, citizens, that offers Madilon to the rest of our Empire. It is our hard work that makes the defense of all our Empire possible, and it will be OUR hard work that will tame this planet once and for all."
"My third action as Moff is to approve The Colonisation Program, to ensure fair distribution of land to those who dare to tame this planet. We will organise expedition of volunteers and Imperial soldiers to clean this planet of its indigenous fauna and flora, and repurpose it to best fit imperial life. Everyone brave enough will be generously rewarded with part of the lands they clean, guaranteeing the growth of the most daring, of the most hardened. The indigenous tribe, so interested in destroying the Imperial way and massacring our miners, will be hunted down."
"The future is bright for those who work. It is time for us to dominate this planet, as it is our RIGHT to do. I count on every citizen on this planet to build Nyriaa anew, and I'm sure you won't disappoint.", the Moff raises his right fist, as he raises his voice, as controlled and potent as ever "DEATH TO THE WEAK! LONG LIVE THE EMPIRE!"
The holographic image disappears. At headquarters, the Moff sits on his chair, a serious but luminous face. It was time to purge this galaxy of filth, bot externally and internally.
"Citizens of Nyriaan. I am Moff Evner Braxiatel, the new governor of this important planet.", Moff Evner didn't speak as an Imperial staff would. His accent didn't match with the noble families of Coruscant, nor with the self-glorifying officials that frequented Nyriaan. After a brief pause, the Moff continued. ""For centuries, the Nyriaanian citizen has been passing through many hardships to conquer this harsh planet. Many miners died serving the Empire, making their lives in a planet where even when you survive your work's precarious condition, you could still be killed by native fauna, flora and by the Indigenous tribes, that fight so desperately and cruely against change, and denies becoming citizens of Our Empire."
"And yet, for all the problems this planet has, none could be bigger than the recklesness, the laziness, the arrogance and self-promoting character of those who sat this chair before me. Even the Empire isn't yet free of the pests that prefer luxury over serving the Empire, comfort over our holy duty to all imperial citizens. The planet's headquarters, the one I'm in at this very moment, was a staple of inequality between the Imperial Staff and the common citizen. More than any difficulties one had to face in Nyriaan, the worse was the infestation held within our very ranks. I assure you: I will not partake my predecessors' weakness. As by now, I will purge the Headquarters of any luxury, of any unworthy staff, of anyone not completely devoted to serving our people. All the luxury will be reverted into the budget we will need so much to change this planet once and for all".
"As I said before, the Nyriaanian citizen has been mocked and harmed by nature for too long now. It is time we fight back, to show this planet we are its rightful masters! The most hardened men are also the most prepared of them all, and if they so wish, nothing is impossible for them! That is why I declare, by Decree, the foundation of the Nyriaanian Miner's Union, to organise and grow closer the best this planet has to offer against Nature's cruel grip. It is your hard work, citizens, that offers Madilon to the rest of our Empire. It is our hard work that makes the defense of all our Empire possible, and it will be OUR hard work that will tame this planet once and for all."
"My third action as Moff is to approve The Colonisation Program, to ensure fair distribution of land to those who dare to tame this planet. We will organise expedition of volunteers and Imperial soldiers to clean this planet of its indigenous fauna and flora, and repurpose it to best fit imperial life. Everyone brave enough will be generously rewarded with part of the lands they clean, guaranteeing the growth of the most daring, of the most hardened. The indigenous tribe, so interested in destroying the Imperial way and massacring our miners, will be hunted down."
"The future is bright for those who work. It is time for us to dominate this planet, as it is our RIGHT to do. I count on every citizen on this planet to build Nyriaa anew, and I'm sure you won't disappoint.", the Moff raises his right fist, as he raises his voice, as controlled and potent as ever "DEATH TO THE WEAK! LONG LIVE THE EMPIRE!"
The holographic image disappears. At headquarters, the Moff sits on his chair, a serious but luminous face. It was time to purge this galaxy of filth, bot externally and internally.
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