Sorel
Dubrillion System
0923 Local Time, Dubrillion Capital
It was glorious to be back on Dubrillion, particularly as the endgame of the violent and bloody civil war was in sight. Saelia Santori stood in the center of her mobile command center, her hands wrapped around the cold metal railing that ringed the holo center. She was clad in her trademark white robes, white being the color of mourning on Dubrillion, with her lightsaber hanging from her belt.
"Gentlemen, I appreciate your loyalty and hard work," she told the group, assembled by way of holocomm. "I wish I could be there in person to speak to you at this moment. We are within striking distance of victory, and with the assistance of our Imperial brethren, soon we will pacify Dubrillion and we will work together to bring our great system into a new era of unity, prosperity, and peace. And I will be there, when the dust settles and the fires wither into ember, to embrace you as mother not just of this government but of our people."
The cabinet murmured their assent. "We stand at the ready, Madam Administrator," said the Minister of War.
"Good. I will be heading to the rally in Santori Square within the hour. The trap will be set, and when the rebels take it -- and they will -- we will be able to decimate their forces with the aid of our Imperial friends. Any questions? From anyone?" She asked, including everyone on the ship as well as on the holocall.