As the early hours began on Naboo, the press corps assembled on the lawn of Polaris Court. Before them stood an empty podium - and the promise of great change. It had been quite some time since the Vicelord addresssed the nation in this manner. And all waited on baited breath as the sable man strode confidently into place. Holocameras began to hover. Lenses began to snap. A hush befell the correspondants as he leaned forward.
"My fellow Confederates," he began.
"Years ago, amidst incursion upon our own soil, we altered the priorities of this great nation. During these dark times, we had stretched ourselves far too thin. The affairs of home had fallen by the wayside - in favor of championing peers across the stars. Years ago, we corrected our course by taking a removed stance on the Galactic stage. While our contemporaries challenged this decision, we chose to place the Confederacy First in all matters. In doing so, we made a commitment that our children would no longer perish lightyears away from home. We vowed that they would prosper, in safety, within the bastion that is this Great Nation."
"Today, our course has once again been corrected."
"The challenge of incursion by traitorous entities has been eliminated. Our borders have never been more secure. Our economy is flourishing. Yet, while we prosper, we cannot - and will not - turn a blind eye to the plights of our neighbors. For quite some time now, we have taken fledgling steps towards a return to the Galactic stage. Firstly by forging a lasting alliance with the esteemed Galactic Alliance. Secondly, by sending assitance to those facing down the Galaxy's Atrocities. But fledgling steps are not enough. This day, the Galaxy faces threats who thirst for genocide. These are not nations of ambition, but rather nightmares drunk on bloodshed. Therefore, our current efforts will no longer suffice. Today, go boldly foward against these monstrosities."
"To this end, we have reached out to our oldest and most faithful friend: The Silver Jedi Concord. We have mended the bridges of the past and have re-entered into a full alliance with our fellows. Their people struggle against the ravages of literal animals - but they will no longer struggle alone. We will not suffer another world to burn. We will not suffer another genocide. We will remain dormant no longer."
"The time for placing ourselves First, exclusively, is at an end."
As the news broke throughout the cosmos, the Silver Jedi would find a new ally in their plight. The Accord vowed mutual protection against all threats. And freedom of movement throughout the sovereign nations. Soon, the Warriors of Light would stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the Heroes of the South.
