Greetings from the people of Nirauan,
To Those of Whom it May Concern.
First to be covered, naturally, will be the issue of the Post-GA power vacuum, duly discussing how the Galaxy can counter all the issues that arise. I think that we may yet require more than one instalment for this one, as there are many moving pieces to the matter, and I fully-intend to present my perspective on every last cog in this machine-metaphor. If my work amounts to a complete shift in wartime dynamics, then I dare say my extensive, wordy, input will feel all the more worthwhile. But first, I think it would be pertinent if I introduced myself, lest I be confused for a being of inconsequential credentials, and so-
I am Lord Severus of Clan Barran, First Scion to Carry the Name.
Son of Lyra Voi'Kryt, Mother of Imperial Dynasties.
Son of Michael Barran, Lord Imperator of Nirauan.
In this, I am aware that I dance dangerously close to Protectorate toes, but I am sure my ventured risk would yield rewards aplenty if I decide NOT to leave my father's forces out of the study, as it would for all the other factions and the happenings around them. A risk within a risk, doubling the danger of having my findings used against me, but here's the thing; it is not for me to say whether my work benefits one faction over the other, it is not for me to set countering value to something so superfluous, only the uncovered data can preside over the fates of such things. So I leave it all to sit within the mind of the reader, to decide for yourself whether it aids you or not, whether you deem it suitable for the eyes of your leaders.
Bringing me to the meat of the article, to commence my work once and for all.
Severan Issues
001
"Surviving Galactic Tumult"
I was forced to fight my way out of one of those clashes, (as were my mother and younger brother) it took more than a fair shair of miracles to make it out, but the notion of a never-ending war seems outright silly, the realms that survived the previous century had lulled too heavily for me to believe that now. Woe to me when my old man eventually reads this, I know. But I'll be holding my ground on this, as it is imperative that I do so. I cannot step back from findings that form the very backbone of my first articles, the very answers as to why so many realms have fallen to collapse recently, and while I try to refrain from callous, blunt carelessness, I know at least one of us would have needed to tear off this band-aid eventually.
So I'll tackle the issue head-on, as I would any other threat to existence, scabs and all.
My apologies, Father.
So, please allow me to preface with a little tact, for everyone's sake as much as my father's, by stating that I don't believe it to be hubris, ignorance or the overstretching of faction borders, not by any stretch of my imagination. We live in an era where manpower-shortages only count for realms battered and bruised by war, certainly recoverable over the course of twenty years or so, and so the matters of ignorance and hubris become all the easier to button up, tucked away under bombardment of recent, stomach-churning memory. After all, wars such as those of the 9th Century ABY, distant though they seem now, will never escape the memory of surviving realms in times of peace, as history (bless it dearly) won't ever let the summer children forget them.
Not that history helped us much in the first years of the following century, but this understanding helps me to pave the way to the final, main point of the article. It is not so easy for the masses to believe in vigilance after peace is assured, especially not with Galactic History's worst blindside considered, a contradiction so strong that it threatens to cancel out the lessons of vigilance we should be learning. Even a reader can see what I'm trying to say, especially when everyone, just like the reader, can retain access to the same archival reserves, seeing for yourself the long, prosperous years of peace that followed the Galaxy's worst struggles.
In the year 903, we're fortunate enough to reference over two thousand years' worth of era-specific materials that explain the great, peaceful lulls that followed, but as the age-old physics adage goes,"What goes up, must come down.", quite apt for the tidal nature of the issue at hand. So if not Hubris, if not Ignorance, nor Manpower Issues, then it would appear that the flow of time itself has worked against the Galaxy's hard-earned survival, for none could have foreseen the return of the Sith'ari, not after a conflict like the Second Hyperspace War. None of you, not one of the Galaxy's factions, surviving and collapsed alike, would even so much as believe the Dark Side had recovered enough to try again.
Not one of us could have seen this coming, made all the more obscure by the sudden, overlapping timelines of Tavlar and Solipsis. Its not so easy to predict an enemy's return after such a sporadic pattern of timelines, but I realise now that I could be pushing the envelope here, as this article's very existence could mean we have no excuses beyond this point; we must push for peacetime vigilance at all times now, lobbying for planetary garrisons on every frontier, lest we end up inviting hubris after all. This applies to all realms, grand and remnant alike, and so, in my search for answers to the Coruscantine problem, my first recommendation will be simple, or as simply as I can allow myself to be, under the circumstances.
Pride, rivalries, kill them, squash it with hand-shakes and drinks on the house. If you want to survive in the long-run, yesteryear's propaganda just won't do. There's two sides to every story, and if you want your much-needed allies to have your back, you had best learn to listen, to fill in the blanks that once gave way to conjecture. Better to have it out than to let it fester, and I know you're all better than that, don't let redundant condemnations change your mind, I can trust scions of the Light to reach into their souls for others. There is nothing more Ashlan in life than believing in the souls of acquaintances, friends and family alike, nothing more Ashlan than the concept of BELIEVING IN EACH OTHER, BELIEVING IN STANDING SHOULDER-TO-SHOULDER.
More to follow on the matter in my follow-up, expected soon, though I have diplomacy to endeavour first. Thank you for sticking through these ramblings of mine.
Walk with Ashla, my dear reader.
