They called themselves emperors.
Chancellors crowned in fire, warlords cloaked in stolen myth, prophets masquerading as sovereigns—all parading through the bones of the galaxy in mockery of order. The Sith bathed it in chaos; the Alliance let it rot. And what of the vaunted Empire? What did it build that did not crumble beneath the weight of its own contradictions?
The Old Empire rose from war and dissolved into paranoia. Its heart beat with fear, not strength. Its leaders placed faith in mysticism and monsters. The Dark Side devoured them, one by one. The First Order carried the banner next, but it was a shadow shouting into the void. All fury, no foundation. A storm without structure. The new Empire fared no better—shattered by ambition, drowned in ideology, splintered by the same weakness it sought to purge.
They all forgot the truth: Power is not chaos. Power is structure. Endurance. Iron.
Empires of the past were obsessions with bloodlines, with prophecy, with ancient relics and Force-born destiny. They crowned sorcerers instead of statesmen. They raised temples instead of fortresses. They dreamed when they should have built.
We will not repeat their delusions.
A new Empire is not born of faith or feeling. It has to be forged from necessity. From the understanding that the galaxy cannot be left to sentiment, to the failures of democracy, to the hunger of Force cults. We do not kneel before gods. We do not obey ghosts. We build.
Ours is the Empire of calculation, of command, of unbroken lines. It is not merely ruled. It is administered, measured, enforced. It will not collapse under the weight of a single death or the madness of a throne. The Iron Codex has ensured that.
Imperialism, in its past incarnations, sought power. Iron-Imperialism seeks permanence. The citizen is not just subject—they are function. The military is not a sword alone—it is a system. The Throne is not a tyrant—it is the fulcrum of order.
We do not promise peace. We promise stability.
We do not promise freedom. We promise purpose.
We do not promise fairness. We promise merit, or death.
So let the old empires burn in the tombs of their own hypocrisy. Let the Jedi mourn their failures and the Sith cower in the corners of dark space. Let democracy scream impotently into the void.
We will endure. We will impose. We will govern.
Not by hope. Not by faith.
By Iron.
