Long Live The Empire
The recall travelled through frequencies long believed dead, carrying the same command to scattered fleets, abandoned garrisons, and dark servants who had concealed their allegiance beneath another banner. The message was clear: Come home, the Emperor commands it. A directive that shook loyalists to their core, word from the Emperor himself, not seen since the Galaxy itself united against the Death Star III. Locked in combat with Jedi Master Romi Jade, the Emperor was thought lost when the superweapon was destroyed. Recognized chain codes passed between warships assembling in secret. Veterans returned to their stations, bringing fellow soldiers, their grievances, and their ambitions with them. The crimson imperial crest soon flew openly again, with transmissions carrying the Sith’ari’s will spreading across the Old Empire like wildfire.
Above Ord Mantell, Imperial Star Destroyers emerged in battle formation, their guns turning toward the defenses protecting the deepdock and Mantell City. On Ghorman, months of COMPNOR agitation reached their culmination as agents and armed proxies moved to overthrow the government and secure the resources needed to sustain the returning fleets. At Yinchorr, the Sepulchre carried the Dark Side Elite toward a sealed vault, an ancient relic, and unfinished business with those who had betrayed their oaths. Each operation would lay a foundation for the campaigns to come. The officers on the bridges, the soldiers in the landing craft, and the operatives awaiting their signal had answered the same summons. Together, they would give the galaxy reason to fear the Empire once more.
GHORMAN | COMPNOR · POLITICAL INTRIGUE · INSURRECTION
By the time the first shots are fired, COMPNOR has been on Ghorman for months. Its influence having travelled through sympathetic broadcasters, private donations, and weapons shipments passed between intermediaries. Public anger for the vacuum left by the Galactic Alliance and the longing for order established by the Galactic Empire has found new willing sponsors. Opposition leaders who once struggled to fill a meeting hall now address crowds in the streets. Behind them stand men and women whose loyalty belongs to an Empire most of Ghorman believes gone.
Tonight, those investments come due.
Demonstrators converge on the government district as armed factions move among them. Within the ministries, officials discover that colleagues have stopped answering their calls. Security commanders receive contradictory instructions across the planetary networks, accusations of corruption and betrayal compete with appeals for calm amidst violent upheaval.
It’s a powder keg waiting to go off. COMPNOR's chosen successors wait for their moment to declare a new government, but must live long enough to do so. The current administration still commands loyal security forces, and the streets contain people pursuing causes no Imperial handler controls. A crowd can turn, an ally may hesitate, and an ambitious revolutionary may decide that Ghorman's future belongs to them alone.
Into that uncertainty, the Empire sends its best agents to bring the government down. Protect the figures prepared to replace it, confront those resisting the coup, and ensure that the victorious administration honours its commitments as angry mobs burn and loot the capital. Beneath Ghorman lie kalkite and other valuable resources; their passage to the Empire’s High Command must be secured by the incoming government that emerges. Across the galaxy, other factions will watch a government fall while its own citizens carry the banners.
Let them wonder who among their advisers has already received an offer.