Galactic citizens,
You have been deceived.
You have been told that the republics, coalitions, and confederations of the galaxy stand for justice. I have walked among them. I have stood in the hallowed halls of their committees and seen only fear dressed as ceremony.
The peace they offer is a myth. The order they solicit is a lie, spreading like poison, encouraging infection until only decay remains.
These institutions are hollow, their strength drained by compromise and indecision.
Still, they speak of reform. Still, they dream of rescue.
But dreams do not build empires. Their sickness cannot be bargained with.
The age of delay is over. Our galaxy will not be mended. It will be remade.
From this moment, there is no Senate that can shield you. No Council that can comfort you. No false hope to cling to. Today, we cast off the shadow of what once was.
The Galactic Empire is reborn. Not in shadow. Not in secret. But in fire.
Bold, absolute, and unflinching.
It will not beg for allegiance. It will command it.
It will not cradle weakness. It will sweep it aside.
At its head stands the only will strong enough to shape what must come.
Solipsis, betrayed and buried, yet ascends! He is the flame that endures. The Emperor of the Galaxy.
Those who bend the knee in service will find structure. Those who endure will know peace and a part in something unshakable.
This is the beginning. Let the false names burn. Let the old stars fall. Let the galaxy learn again what it means to serve and to prevail.
The fire rises. And with it, our new Galactic Empire!
