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The well-known Imperial logo appears, rotating slowly on a black screen. Superimposed over the ensign is the raised tail of a scorpion within a red triangle. The logo takes centre screen, and silver letters fade in.
A Special Report from the Holy Demosthesian Empire
The words slowly fade, to be replaced by a dark room, obviously one aboard some kind of warship. A figure dressed in pure black garments is visible, standing behind a podium in front of the wall. Her eyes bore into the holocam, a most unsettling feeling for viewers. When she begins to speak, her voice is calm, but somehow hard, a fine mix between welcoming and hate-filled.
There are a few words in this galaxy that spark a terror among the general populance, a flame of hatred and desire for revenge.
Most of these words are a part of the general vocabularly of His "Royal Highness", the self-proclaimed Empeor of the Jutraalian Empire, Chadd Fearsons. Chadd Fearsons is the being who resurrected the most fearsome weapon known to our galaxy: the Death Star battlestation.
It is only thanks to the efforts of the New Order and the now-defunct New Republic that we are not all living under the tyrannic rule of Fearsons' brutal Empire.
The unrelenting forces of Fearsons' evil regime have turned against their friends and allies on coutnless occasions, betraying those that had (foolishly) sworn to defend and aide that Empire. There are few, if any, left in our galaxy who have not felt the sting of Chaddwick's betrayal.
The Holy Demosthesian Empire has, for these reasons and others, declared Chadwick Fearsons an enemy of the state. He is less than a person... Chaddwick Fearsons is a non-person, and as such has no rights under Holy Imperial law.
She pauses for a moment, frowning slightly.
Chaddwick Fearsons, this non-person, is an evil, dispicable, tyrant of a dictator. His recent invasion of Jutraal - properly called New Alderaan, but renamed at the whim of this ...creature... stands against Intergalactic law.
For these reasons the Holy Demosthesian Empire does order and suggest that Chaddwick Fearsons, and his lacky Prince Kamon Vondiranch of Tholatin, surrender themsleves immediatly to authorities of the Holy Empire and destroy their machines of war. The Holy Empire does not wish to see weapons such as these in the hands of non-people like Chadd Fearsons.
She pauses again, eyes locked on the holocam.
I have a daughter. She is twelve years old. She will be thirteen in one week's time. If Chaddwick Fearsons and Kamon Vondiranch are not in Holy Imperial jails when I blow out the candles on my daughter's birthday cake, the Holy Demosthesian Empire will destroy the Jutraalian Empire.
We will slaughter every soldier, destroy every ship, and liberate every world from the tyrant Fearsons. This is the vow of the Holy Demosthesian Empire.
The screen goes black.
