INCOMING TRANSMISSION
CONNECTION TETHERED
SCANNING FOR FREQUENCIES....
ROUTING....
CONNECTION ESTABLISHED (IMPERIAL CENTER)
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Of stations High and Low alike,
I bid my greetings from the Unclaimed Frontier - and bring tidings of great importance!
Read this,
For you have a right to know.
My name is Harald Wulf, nephew of the reigning Grand-Vizier, and with authority enough to answer in kind, wisdom would serve you well accept my service as one of the realm's new fledgling Generals. I intend to lead as a strategist, though my sword thirsts for the necks of opposing commanders, and in order to pursue both in tandem, the frontlines may be the only sensible place for my sort in the coming years. This will make more sense when this century's fourth year truly finds it's momentum, though it might make sense in abundance for some, as none of that ilk could ignore the flying start this year has achieved already, and woe betide the ones who missed the signs completely.I bid my greetings from the Unclaimed Frontier - and bring tidings of great importance!
Read this,
For you have a right to know.
Fortunately for the wary, I did not, bringing me to draft my plan behind the scenes, and so-
In response to the current circumstances, and with great encouragement from all corners of the realm, I hereby announce the green-lit commencement of OPERATION: HEADSMAN, my very own counteroffensive war-plan. This was drafted specifically for utilization against the Sith Covenant, but with just a few amendments down the line, I can augment the particulars to strike out at any and all realms marked for destruction in the future, though I would lobby for one, specific faction to perish thereafter. For none of us could ever bring ourselves to allow the survival of lesser Sith, lesser Scions of the Dark Side, not after the latest of expansionist incursions.
Thus my plan remains geared toward continuation, marching on without care or consideration of outcomes, for I would advance - regardless of win, lose or draw.
With this, I bring an end to your dismay, an end to shaken morale, for none with me would suffer to see it on our arrival, for our rallying presence would only accept those who wish to keep fighting. So put the word out, tell everyone you can that Count Harald is bringing a relief-force, and that relief-force is marching forward; everyone must know, from the lowest rungs of society, all the way to the highest echelons of command. Your voice is needed to carry on the wind, for there will be nothing that stands in our way when we finally make it there, and to assure our success on arrival, you must hold your ground and give the siege force a headache they'll never forget.
Also, if you think I am delivering warm-hearted platitudes, smokescreens to hide a darker fate, then let me give a heartening summary of the forces I have gathered thusfar-
- All the Marines of the 3rd Imperial Fleet
- The 1st and 2nd Mawsworn Auxilia
- All the known contractors within my own PMC (+Multiple contracts signed by others)
- The resurgent Mandalorians of Death's Hand
- The undead of the Carlaci Corps
For every squared metre of ground gained, I retain enough currency to recoup that ground tenfold, and for as long as I continue to rally my rogues' gallery, you can bet your own bottom credit that I intend to leave a lasting mark on our enemies. We're ready for escalation, we're ready for Force Users, and the warrior resources are only just the tip of the iceberg, and so, Ruling Council willing, I may yet live to see opposing planets annihilated, for I will suffer this impunity no longer. After such an overreach, only shock and awe will suffice, and with the right permissions from above, I can teach aggressors to retreat in backpedalling motion.
I assume that this, specifically, is what the realm wants more than anything, I assume our loyalist elements want justice, catharsis, even, and for as long as I continue to breathe, the realm will not fall. Thus, if one cannot expect a boulder to buckle and bend, nor should we expect the same thing of ourselves, and with soldiers still relishing their chance to join the war, our emblem will continue to adorn the banners of the Core. This, of all my assumptions, I truly know to be what our citizens desire, above all things in a war-weary Galaxy, as now, it would seem that prosperity is measured in reigns of sovereignty.
If so, and if we must suffer an interrupted reign, then I would beseech the Ruling Council to find the fight within their souls, for I would start a new, longer-lasting run of military dominance over the Galactic Core. A run that could provide a true shield against invasion, though my purpose, admittedly, permits no such time for dewy-eyed expansions, I leave that process purely in the hands of my superiors. No such time can be afforded, for all I can do is advance from here, and for all that shielding you can wrap around the Core, my fortifications can only be constructed on occupied territory.
Its not that I do not wish to stick around and rebuild, but rather - doctrinal specifics that impede my contingent from sticking around.
To those who make plans for my contingent to,"Stick around.", on arrival, I apologise pre-emptively, but now that you know why, it would serve you well not to approach the subject further. My orders come from Ruling Council, and by association, directly from the office of the Grand-Vizier, and when Coruscant is liberated, it falls to the Ruling Council to array it's consequent defence-efforts. Fortunately for Imperial Center, however, competent hands will make their presences felt when this comes to pass; but please, shirk and ignore them at your own risk, for they can better destroy that which they know how to rebuild.
But alas, beyond the issues raised, I have nothing left to tell the majority, or at least, nothing at this point in time.
KEEP FIGHTING, IMPERIALS!
HOLD OUT AGAINST YOUR FOES!
THE COUNTEROFFENSIVE WILL SOON BE NIGH AT HAND!
GLORY TO SOLIPSIS
GLORY TO THE EMPIRE
HOLD OUT AGAINST YOUR FOES!
THE COUNTEROFFENSIVE WILL SOON BE NIGH AT HAND!
GLORY TO SOLIPSIS
GLORY TO THE EMPIRE
