Imperial HoloNet Transcript
Officers of the Empire: Once more I bid you greetings – and above all, congratulations. Even after my disappearance from the forces at large, your iron resolve to rebuild what was lost and continue to push toward restoring the glory of the Imperial name has led you here: to victory in the Outer Sectors and the establishment of an Empire Reborn. Somewhat unexpectedly – but not altogether surprisingly – it has also led you to me. I shall spare you details of the condition that forced my sudden departure, for it is uncouth to discuss one's medical matters in public... and it appears that you are already well-researched in the effects of one particular Holocron. It will instead suffice to say that I awoke to find the Empire had changed. Admiral Polanski could not disregard the possibility that I had perished, hence assuming the title of Supreme Commander and the rank of Fleet Admiral in accordance with the Imperial Charter. The underlying systems of the Imperial Nexus detected my prolonged absence and ultimately shut themselves down; but not before much of the information it contained could be retrieved. I found that this information – the remaining rosters, as well as the plethora of documents that I had written and revised throughout my command – were already being used as a foundation in the construction of a renewed organisation. Seeing that the rebuilding process had already progressed beyond any immediate threat to the Empire's stability, I took the time necessary to complete my recovery from the Holocron's effects. I used the vast technological provisions within my private bunker to monitor the progress of the Imperial forces, and also deeply contemplated the prospect of my return to command. Of all the things that I had to consider, it was determining how to describe the GE:ER on a philosophical level that may have had the single greatest impact on my decision. It seems long ago, now, that I founded GE, constructing it with little more than a mandate from the Emperor, the rank of Grand Admiral, and my own instincts. The question facing me was: did my GE still exist? The GE:ER that I saw rising in its place was being constructed by others... Yet, it could not be called its own independent creation. Its facilities were being created anew – and included within those efforts was the daunting feat of establishing a central database system to compensate for the loss of the Imperial Nexus – yet the foundation it stood upon was still most solidly the structure, procedure and documentation that I had set down during my command. In the end, I determined that my best analogy of the GE:ER was that of a child phoenix: risen from the ashes of the parent, a different phoenix in body, and the same reincarnated in spirit. My faction, as it once stood, no longer exists. In the place of that GE now stands the GE:ER: its evolution. My time as Supreme Commander has ended. Neither is my time to record this transmission infinite, and so to my final items of business:
In conclusion, many of you may look to this address and wonder if I regret history. The short answer is 'no'. I have always maintained that "a single man does not an Empire make"... Every rank and position, down to the very last man, has their role to play in the proper functioning of the Imperial war machine. Understanding the importance of the contributions made by our role is the first step – recognising that each must bear its burdens in its own way is the second. Every pilot, soldier, and trooper on the front lines of our forces must come to terms with the knowledge that each new battle may be their last: that they may return to fight for the Empire another day, or see their careers ended quickly in a blaze of glory. Yet the history of so many of the Empire's highest and finest commanders – including Admiral Piett, Grand Admiral Thrawn, and even his Imperial Majesty, Emperor Palpatine himself – have shown that those of us who command from a position of perceived safety must accept that our end may neither be so quick nor so glorious, and unless we are exceptionally fortunate, will neither be at a time of our choosing. Since the day my Imperial service began as one of those very pilots on the front lines, I have asked only one thing from it: that when it came my time to go, let it be for something, and not of something. The irony of fate ensured I was met with a little of both... Yet I stand here today: apart from my former forces, but able to see that my many years of work did not end with me; that they have continued onward to become the next generation of The Galactic Empire, and a faction that still stands as one of the greatest proponents of the New Order in the galaxy today. As an officer eternally in the Empire's service, I consider myself one of the exceptionally fortunate. However, it is not the province – nor, I am afraid, the luxury – of an Imperial Grand Admiral to simply retire to quiet civilian life in public view. By the time you recover this transmission, I shall be far beyond your arm's reach – yet, one might say, still securely within the Empire's hands. Another path has already been laid out for me, and it leads to a place where my attention is needed. I will say nothing more about it at this time, except that you should consider the Outer Sectors campaign to be preparation for what lies ahead. The self-proclaimed "New Republic" has pushed every advantage at its disposal since the renewed loss of our Emperor ... and there are threats in our universe even greater than pirates and rebels. To all loyal Imperial officers of the Galactic Empire, both current and former: I salute you, and wish you a prosperous career filled with distinction and honour. In Service of the Empire, |