Across holonets everywhere, the face of the esteemed Emperor Fearsons came to after a slight ping of fuzziness. It seems he is looking at the camera and waiting for a cue that finally comes. On either side of him are the regularly seen PeFauna guards, dressed in their pitch black robes and helms. With a great, solemn tone, he clears his throat and speaks.
"Esteemed members and citizens of the galaxy, I come before you again with more grim news. After the official treachery of the Inner Sanctum of the Sith's attacks on the New Republic, it has become clear that the Jedi have been far too lenient on those that are our enemies. The Rogue Empire has declared that this, infact, is the time for us to act against mutual enemies of the Jedi Council, and the Rogue Jedi Order. After the dreadful Battle of Bloody Kessel my forces were forced weakly, but we survived, as has the New Republic after such intense battles as that of Coruscant, Endor, and Muunilist.
"Now we face the obvious threat of Sith overrunning the galaxy and transforming it into the farms of Jaminere to plague our galaxy. As so my forces would not take over the planet, the high command of the Inner Sanctum of the Sith let loose biological weapons to kill off his people...and whatever troops I had down there. This is..a disappointing time.
"To react to these atrocities and open betrayal, the Rogue Empire officially and formally declares war on the Inner Sanctum of the Sith. It will be a brutal war, it will be an intense war. Our forces will hit Drunkenwell and Druckenwell as our first targets then move on and pick off the others one...by...one. Their fleet will be crushed, and they will surrender to the might of the Rogue Empire." Fearsons stops for a moment and takes a sip of his drink.
"Our objective is clear and obvious, to force the Inner Sanctum of the Sith <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> out<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> of Republic and Rogue Imperial space all together, force them to throw down their arms permanently and suffer the consequences of open treachery. We are...at war." The holonet transmission fades out, and the last word "war" rings in all who heard's ears.
"Esteemed members and citizens of the galaxy, I come before you again with more grim news. After the official treachery of the Inner Sanctum of the Sith's attacks on the New Republic, it has become clear that the Jedi have been far too lenient on those that are our enemies. The Rogue Empire has declared that this, infact, is the time for us to act against mutual enemies of the Jedi Council, and the Rogue Jedi Order. After the dreadful Battle of Bloody Kessel my forces were forced weakly, but we survived, as has the New Republic after such intense battles as that of Coruscant, Endor, and Muunilist.
"Now we face the obvious threat of Sith overrunning the galaxy and transforming it into the farms of Jaminere to plague our galaxy. As so my forces would not take over the planet, the high command of the Inner Sanctum of the Sith let loose biological weapons to kill off his people...and whatever troops I had down there. This is..a disappointing time.
"To react to these atrocities and open betrayal, the Rogue Empire officially and formally declares war on the Inner Sanctum of the Sith. It will be a brutal war, it will be an intense war. Our forces will hit Drunkenwell and Druckenwell as our first targets then move on and pick off the others one...by...one. Their fleet will be crushed, and they will surrender to the might of the Rogue Empire." Fearsons stops for a moment and takes a sip of his drink.
"Our objective is clear and obvious, to force the Inner Sanctum of the Sith <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> out<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> of Republic and Rogue Imperial space all together, force them to throw down their arms permanently and suffer the consequences of open treachery. We are...at war." The holonet transmission fades out, and the last word "war" rings in all who heard's ears.