I do not normally make addresses or speak loudly on galactic affairs as my role as Supreme Commander is strictly a military role and not a political or diplomatic one. But in the wake of the recent escalation of tensions between the Mandalore and the Diarchy i cannot hold my tongue no longer as our Mandalorian neighbors across the Parlemian Trade Route abandon all reason by resorting to v̶̢͕̘̼͖̤͍̮̲̝̐̈̈̈́͆͗̈͌̇̈̚̚͘͠ͅͅī̷̡͆̆̈́̅̀o̵̮̻͖̝̝̤͎̗̝̣̍͒̂̈́͂̀͝l̴̢̢̧̨̧̮̣̤̭̙͔̠̹̱̭̀̎͌͂̈́̑̅͛̄͘̚͝e̴̮͎͍̣̤͕̝̎̒̂̈́̓̊͘͘ņ̸̡̧̛̻̝̀̓͂̑͆͝͝ĉ̶̢̧̡̺̣̥͇̲͖̙͇̣̣̯̳̬̙͛̾̂̄̇̋̆̀̈́̒̋͝͠ę̵̡̡̢̠͖̘͙͖̳̪͈̈͋̀̽͛͑͌̒̚ ̷̗̯̫͚̫̓̆͆͋̍̔͋̋̍́̊̐̔̎͂ͅţ̷̟̝̩̜̫̥͔̟͎̣̻̺̆̎̆̉̎̔̋̚̚͝͠ͅo̴͕͎̠̰͙̟̺͍̺̰͐̉ͅ ̸̢̛͎̱͓̫̈̂̍̍́̀̃̆̓̄̒̍̒̄͠͠s̶̹͈̱̙͓̻͇̦̟͓̎͜ö̶̡̹̣̳͈̝̖̙́̏͗͋͝ļ̸̻̈͌̅͝v̷̭̿̏̈͗̃͊̐̎̈́̋͊̚ė̷̢̖̫̘̝̄ ̶̖͎̜̫̠͔̯̬̪̂̆̿̓̍͆͗̿̚͝ţ̶̣͖̳̳̯̻̪̼̙̤̫̮͇̐̋̎̕h̴̡̨̢̘̖̭̭͕̻̙̪̄̈́̍͒̿̒̂͛͂̓̊́̆̒͠e̸̢̡̥̙̲͐̊̈̀͆͒̚͘͜͠i̸̧̧̨̝̩̻̙̦̟̰͉̞̞̜͌͆̔̏͒r̷̡͕͙̟͇̹͑̏͑̈͋ ̴̬̲̙̝̜͈̭̣̈́͗̈p̴̡̛̣̝͙͖͚̙͋͑͑̂̀̈̾̒͑͜ŗ̴̻̗̥͙̤͇̺̮̺̗̗̤̤̝̍̏̓͒̉̓̐̀́̂̈̆̾̕̚͜o̸̢̧̢͇̝̝̳̳̰̻͉̒͊b̴̫̹̲̩̗̬̬̹̹̗̪̮͈̽̂̀̓́͜l̴͖̩̼̯͇̩̗͠ͅͅͅë̷͉͔̭̝̪̣̲̼̗́̈́̍͐͛͌̀̌̚̕͠͝m̴̧̗̠̺͈̮̪̥̠̲̭̂̃̆͋́̔̽͋̽̇̒̈́͋̚̚s̸̳̠̻̭̘̩͕̭͙̏̏̃͂͋̀̋͛̏̋͘͝͝.̶̛̛͎̏͋̀̌̆͋̓̿̓͑́͘ ̷̜͕̊̈́͆̊̒͋̈͌̈͂̂̄͘̕̕͝
Broadcasts from across the Outer Rim were suddenly interrupted, as static fills the screen. A burst of data hijacking any and every channel. At first, it's blurry, a mess of jumbled voices. Then it comes into focus. A symbol, a starbird...
"Your leaders, your diarchs, your Moffs. They all claim they wish to bring order. They all claim they want to bring stability. To restore peace. They lie to you. They only want control. Power. That's what Empire is really about. I've seen it, long before you were born. Don't believe their lies. When the Empires come knocking, when those stupid grey triangles arrive in your skies, when grey hulks of metal come down to greet your families, when faceless armored soldiers walk your streets, don't be surprised. Don't be surprised when they siege your governments. Don't be surprised when they take away your neighbors. Don't be surprised when they take away your family. Don't be surprised when they strip you of your rights, and hunt you down."
"These are not people. They're devils who will deceive you with a smile. These are not your friends, your family. Hold those things close, for when the Empires come, they will take them away. They'll do it quietly, and claim ignorance. They'll whisper sweet words to you at first. Claim your government in power was a false regime. Claim the neighbors they took were traitors who wanted you harm. Claim the family they took were rebels in hiding. They'll do everything to convince you, throw lies at you until finally, they'll tell you that you're the enemy. And then, they'll tell your neighbors the same thing. Until the only ones left are those who swear complete loyalty to them. Do not let them. Do not believe them."
"Inside of every one of you is a spark. Every soul a flame. Rebellions start from one point of ignition. One person, standing up and not believing in falsehoods. One person fighting for their home. Their neighborhood. Their family. Themselves. Be that flame. Be the beginning of a firestorm. If you need help, contact us. You'll find us everywhere. Because we are your neighbors, your family, your friends. We've lived here just as long as you have."
"There is always hope in Wild Space. It's in the name, after all. No Empire could dare tame it."
"Be free. Be wild. Be a rebel."
Then, just as fast as it begin, it cuts to static. A message from nowhere, and everywhere. And then...
The broadcast begins as it had been.
A̸͈̘͙͎̦̘͋̒̚͜s̶̨̬̠̝̬̰̃̽͗̕͘͝ ̸̥̟̯̮͒̓͒͒̆̐̈͒̀́͝ÿ̸̨̳̩̬̪̩̠̠̭̠͚̼͎̅͒̄̃̋́̒̇̈́̓̓̔̈́͘͜͠͝ǫ̵͉͓̟̜̭̗͙̘̦͇̺̣̳̽͒͊͗͗̏͛̈̓̐͘͠ͅů̷̡̘͙͎̼̱̗̙̘̭̰̭̃̃͑̈̑̍̏͆̿̐͛̚̕̕͝͠ ̸̬̲̦̹͕̱̬̺́̄̾̑ą̸̞̪̗̯̩͙̍͂͒̂͋͜l̴̢̖̩̖͙̟͈̱̺̱̹̋͌́͌̇̉̎̚͝ͅl̴͚̈́͋́̍̄͠ ̵̡͚̟̼̲̰͛̒͗́̾̇͛̏̂̓̒͘̕͜k̸̢̨̹͎̩̂͒̑n̶͚̦͆̊͝ͅo̴̧̡͔̘̩̘̪̤̺̦͓̞̪̟̩̤͛̎̈̇̒͊̂͒́͊͝w̴̠̐̈̆̈ ̸̛̜̌̽̓̇̆͐̂͑̒̾͠͝͝͝ŗ̵̡̨̨̬̞͔̜͕̜̲͕̹͖̺̑͗͘ͅȩ̶͕̞̫͖̩͖̭͇̙̘͔͙͎̞̈̃͐̈́̉̍̽͐͆͜͝c̶̨̛̮͊̑̈́̑́̃͗̒̒̀̚̕͝e̴̡̳̪͕̮̯̘͚̞̪͆̿̔̌́̅̚ṅ̴̨̧͚̮̺̺͕̠̠͌̋̽̆̄̀́͗͋̈́͌͘t̸̛̛̮͂̔̿̋͛̔̒̓͐̑̕̕͠l̵̨̧̛̩̮̫̍̿͐͐̌̃̌͂̎͘̚͠ŷ̷̤̺̖̓̾̔̒̈̈́͗͑͛̉̏̈̀͝, a broadcast was made by Mand'alor the Iron that displayed the public execution of civilians from Taris that had even the slightest affiliation with Diarchs. This brazen display of an atrocity to the entire galaxy would appear to be a response to the previous execution of a Mandalorian soldier by the Diarchs.
Regardless of the origin of the conflict, for Mandalore to respond to the death of one of their own soldiers with the crucifixion of dozens of civilians is a grave escalation of a situation that could have simply been resolved by diplomacy. It is a response that is hardly proportional to the act that Mandalore seeks retribution for and lacks any proper reasoning or logic.
