"Almost a decade ago, corruption and ambition walked a man down a path that led to the deaths of dozens. What began as Corellia standing up for one of its own in the face of perceived terrorism from the Belter organization Forgotten Sons turned into Corellia firing on its own citizens who were simply fighting for their better tomorrow. While I cannot condone the further actions of the Sons and their continued acts of terrorism against the Corellian People we now know the full scope of horror that Marlon Sularen brought to you and your families." He paused.
"A year ago to the day, we attempted to bring this man to Justice over the skies of Byss, an act to be well within our rights as a member of the Galactic Alliance, and in retaliation, this man ordered the slaughter of Corellian and Byssian civilians while the Galaxy was watching, proving himself once and for all a true enemy to the tenants that this Alliance holds dear. While the man himself has fled to Brotherhood Space, coward that he is, he left behind many of his loyal generals and admirals. As of two days ago, the Butcher of Byss, the man who led the brutal murders on the ground, Gunther Torson has been killed. In a recent sting operation led by these brave Halcyon Commandos behind me, a Besheq Holdout in the Deep Core was assaulted and Torson was killed in the crossfire. While we have lost the opportunity to try this man for his crimes I hope that the survivors and families of the victims may rest easier knowint that one of the Besheq Devils is soundly placed in Hell."
"Corellia will continue to aid the Alliance in its fight against the Brotherhood of the Maw and their allied Imperial forces until they all face justice. We will bring Sularen in and see his reign of arrogance and avarice ended. In this, you have my oath."
Pivoting sharply on his heel Pryce gave the men and women in armor a crisp military salute which they all returned. Was that good enough? He hoped it would be.
