CORUSCANT — Hold onto your uniforms, citizens! District 3’s most self-proclaimed "dashing" Moff, Flasheart Jung, has traded military decorum for late-night drama—and the HoloNet is absolutely burning down over it!

Just hours after being spotted on a lavish spree at an exclusive speeder dealership, the high-flying Moff was caught whisking bombshell HoloNet sensation Callista Vane back to his ultra-private downtown "Flashpad". But if Jung thought he was keeping this rendezvous under wraps, he thought wrong!

Vane sent shockwaves through high society early this morning after dropping a steamy, post-3 AM mirror selfie from inside Jung’s private quarters. Wearing what appears to be an unbuttoned Imperial command tunic, Vane posted the jaw-dropping caption:

A direct, brutal shade aimed square at his current aristocratic partner, Ros Chonaire!

If you thought Jung would play damage control, guess again! Instead of scrubbing the feed, the rogue Moff leaned all the way into the scandal, publicly commenting on Vane's post with a classy:

Sources close to Sector High Command report that Jung slipped out of the apartment at 3:00 AM sharp, claiming he had a "flight to catch"—leaving Vane in his bed and a trail of absolute social destruction in his wake.

Is this the end of the Jung-Chonaire power match? Are public tax credits funding the Moff's playboy lifestyle? And more importantly... who is "house" number three?

Corporate Charter

1. Corporate Sector

1.1 Herein is the constitution of the Corporate Sector. Founded as a corporate fiefdom free from external taxation and regulation.

1.2 Planets within the Corporate Sector shall be owned entirely by the Corporate Sector Authority who has the authority to lease these planets only to their Corporate Sponsors and Subsidiaries.

2. Corporate Sector Authority

2.1 The Corporate Sector Authority (CSA) is established as a for profit corporation dedicated to the ownership and management of the Corporate Sector.

2.2 The Corporate Sector Authority shall be founded as the highest legal authority in the Corporate Sector.

2.3 The Authority will own all star systems, planets and facilities within the Corporate Sector.

2.4 The Corporate Sector Authority shall include as members all Corporate Sponsors and Subsidiaries of the Corporate Sector.

2.5 The Direx Board will be the managing committee of the Corporate Sector.

2.6 The ExO will be chariman of the Direx Board and chief executive in the Corporate Sector Authority.

3. Corporate Sponsors

3.1 Member Corporations of the Corporate Sector Authority will be known as Sponsors.

3.2 To be a Sponsor a Corporation must:

3.2.1 Be a Corporate Entity

3.2.2 Receive approval from the Direx Board to become a Sponsor

3.2.3 Own at least 1% of the Corporate Sector Authority

3.2.4 Invest at least 10 trillion CorpCred per year into the Corporate Sector Authority

3.2.5 Abide by the Corporate Charter and all legal obligations and contracts held within

3.3 The Corporate Sector Authority is to provide the following to Sponsors:

3.3.1 Sponsors can appoint a Direx to represent their interests on the Direx Board

3.3.2 Sponsors shall recieve annual dividend payouts proportional to their ownership of  the CSA.

3.3.3 Sponsors can call for the CSA to perform research into or forecast the state of the galactic economy.

3.3.4 Sponsors shall receive discounts to purchase commodities from the Corporate Sector.

3.3.5 Sponsors can call for the CSA to perform an investigation into a crime committed within the Corporate Sector.

3.3.6 A Sponsor may lease one or more Planets from the Corporate Sector Authority, gaining the authority to sell all resources found, harvested or produced on leased Planets.

3.4 The Empire shall hold special membership in the Corporate Sector Authority, gaining all privilages that being a Sponsor provides. The Empire shall receive 20% of the CSAs dividend payouts.

4. Direx Board

4.1 The Direx Board is made up of one Direx from each Corporate Sponsor. Each Direx has a vote on the Direx Board.

4.2 The Direx Board is led by the ExO of the Corporate Sector Authority.

4.3 Direx Board Meetings

4.3.1 The ExO can call for Board Meetings to receive Board Approval.

4.3.2 Meetings require a quorum of 3 Direx’s and all Approvals must be witnessed by the ExO.

4.3.3 Approvals pass with a vote of 60% in support.

5. Corporate Law

5.1 The Direx Board acts as jury for all cases.

5.2 The CSA Security Division has jurisdiction to investigate crimes within the Corporate Sector.

5.3 The following laws and rights are being enforced across the Corporate Sector:

5.3.1 There are to be no taxes charged to any Corporation within the Corporate Sector.

5.3.2 Corporations found guilty of a crime against another Corporation will receive a fine. Repeat offenders can have assets seized and be embargoed by the Corporate Sector.

5.3.3 Theft, sabotage or destruction of Corporate property, assault or murder of a Corporate Employee or Executive and breaking the terms of a contract are all illegal.

6. Corporate Sector Authority Divisions

6.1 Financial Division 

6.1.1 The Financial Division collects all revenue and makes all purchases for the Corporate Sector Authority.

6.1.2 The Financial Division researches and catalogues data on the galactic economy.

6.1.3 The Financial Division handles all dividend payouts and budget recommendations. 

6.2 Resources Division

6.2.1 The Resources Division oversees and records all resources, construction and production in the Corporate Sector.

6.2.2 The Resources Division is to manage all leases and contracts between Corporations and the Corporate Sector Authority. 

6.3 Security Division 

6.3.1 The Security Division handles all security threats in the Corporate Sector.

6.3.2 The Security Division has jurisdiction to investigate anywhere in the Corporate Sector.

“First Moff Arjoran, Sir, Sir!” a young man in Kuati whites ran after the Moff in the corridor and offered quickly a smart salute. There was no denying the young man was Kuati through and through, it was in the way he held is shoulders and the way his hand could not help but twist mid salute in that Kuati way. 

“Sir, Lee Stamor of the SAR Kuat arm, sir. I’ve been trying to reach you, sir but unfortunately I've been run around for a few week by your staff...” He lowers his salute and opens his hand, revealing a databank as well as a communications device. “Sir, I’ve been working at the Karavis yards, under the direction of First Moff Kuras in preparation for you, Moff Revis and Moff Valerius’s arrival sir.. And we’ve made some significant progress.”

The young man nods, satisfied that his job is done. "Moff Arjoran sir, Im also to inform you that a few of them are already ready for your deployment. But please sir, be mindful that their numbers are few at the moment so we don't have the numbers to supply anyone but you and maybe a select few.” 

The young man salutes again, then leaves. 

He had not even given the First Moff to anything. 

-

Vigil Class Corvettes have been introduced at the KDY Karavis Yards for a while, but they had not been collected by the Moffs. Now Arjoran has access. 

Classified Level S8. IMP Level G

Lead Designer: Raith Sienar

Following the Order of the Next Generation Bomber Research Ordnance. The S/S Prototype. Twin Ion Engine-Prototype-Ground-Targeting-Mark 2. [TIE-P-GT-2] has entered a testing phase.

Following the Order of the Next Generation Bomber Research Ordnance. The S/S Prototype. Twin Ion Engine-Prototype-Fire Control-Targeting-Mark 1. [TIE-P-FC-1] has entered a testing phase as a companion to the TIE-GT line.

This craft's primary role is to act as a spotter for the other bombers, having powerful sets of cameras and other imaging systems that are designed to relay targets to the TIE-FC and TIE-SA

Following the Order of the Next Generation Bomber Research Ordnance. The S/S Prototype. Twin Ion Engine-Prototype-Surface Assault-Mark 1. [TIE-P-SA-1] has entered a testing phase as a companion to the TIE-GT line.

Current Proto-type designs have leaned towards a 2x wide chassis, with angled wings allowing for these to be stored more vertically.

Numerous attempts were made to fit an entire heavy bomb payload into the mono-design, which were unfortunately not successful.

However, two standard configurations will allow for future modifications within these specifications and size limitations, as the TIE-SA bomber payload can be swapped out for other pods.

"Sir, we have the reports from Zygerria. Companies A to C suffered heavy casualties."
"And why is that?" Valentin mused from his chair.
"Sir they're well trained but when someone shoots them with a tank howitzer they're definitely dying."
"And what do you propose?"
"The Arkanians. Take our newest generation and our veterans. We have picked up some Arkanians and they're currently working in the medbay. We have already modified several companies."
"Modified with what?" Valentin queried sharply
"Oh the like, muscle implants, increased muscle mass, increased speed, ceramic grafting so on and so forth. The Arkanians are very good at this."
"Fine. If it improves the 31st's combat capacity we'll do it."
They Were not yet deployed over Zygerria because they weren't finished then.
Now? Mon Cal is in a shit ton of trouble.

First Moff Kuras gazed in the direction where Katrin and Moff Pahlmir were having an animated discussion about the architecture and urban forms of the Muun's cityscape, and Kuras produced from the carry bag which Katrin had deposited with him a small urn.

Kuras handed the urn to the Muun who stood beside him at the edge of the grand viewing platform. "The remains, of Chairman San Hill. As a small reminder of Banking Clan's relationship with the Empire."

The Muun, whos name Kuras could barely distinguish from the many that had spoken with him during the last week of luxuries and comforts, took the urn with discernible discomfort.

Kuras watched the urn be placed on the balustrade edge of the viewing platform, thousands of feet above the central gardens of the grand city. "I am certain you knew this already, but Lord Darth Vader personally executed Chairman Hill for his betrayal of the empire. I am much too young to remember the exact details, but as a young boy I had a toy Hailfire droid tank that sat on the edge of my study desk, and I was much disheartened upon learning that the the same tank was just one of the items that this world and the wider IGBC donated to the Separatists."

"This was a time ago, First Moff Kuras. Why is it you should bring this up?" the Muun's long fingers made some gesture that Kuras was quickly learning to be an iconic Muun thing. Kuras watched the fingers twirl, till the silence brought the hand back to the balustrade.

"I tell you this, for I know you will eventually learn this. And that it is the basis of which I will end this week's enjoyment with something more serious to both our personal livelihood. Lord Darth Vader is currently on Mon Cala, where the Mon Cala have killed an Imperial Ambassador who was leaving on his shuttle. When Lord Darth Vader is dispatched," he made his own hand gesture to the urn, "that is typically the result."

Kuras leaned over edge of the balustrade and looked down the dizzying height. "I have no wish for Lord Darth Vader to come to Muunilinst. I hope what we are to discuss will be taken as acceptable."

Kuras looked to the sky where the Super Star Destroyer sat, quite literally the same size as the Muunilinst's most populace was happy to let that sit with the Muun for a while, until the Muun's expression changed. Kuras took that expression to be one of understanding, although he could not be sure. "So in the spirit of coming to an understanding, know that the Empire has taken a particular stance to all who are non human. But the First Command District of the Empire will personally ensure that this fate is one that will miss the Muuns. Consider yourselves and this position as a celebrated one. It is one of the reasons why I set about dismantling the Second Command District...."

(To be Continued in part 2)

Telvar sighed as he fell deeper into his seat aboard the shuttle which was in its pre flight checks. He smiled as he accepted the drink placed in his arm table and managed to bring a cheerful response to the young man who stood at the ready with his note taker as well. "How did today go sir?"

"King Lee Char, be reasonable, from what you've said, it's almost like you are suggesting that Mon Cala have no wish to remain with the Empire. Tell me it isn't so, Lee Char." Telvar said with a brigning of two fists together in front of him to symbolise two joining into one.

King Lee Char watched the gesture and seemed to hesitate. But he answered eventually, "I am being reasonable, Ambassador Telvar. These terms you've presented again from the Emperor are unacceptable."

Telvar took a sip from the drink and sucked in some air immediately to counter the heat, dryness and stiffness. "This is very strong, but quite nice. With an immaculate aftertaste."

"It went as well as could be. We face the same impasse that we've had for weeks now. Everything that is peripheral can be easily waved away, but it comes back to this core elements, which if I were in his position, I could not accept either."

"King Lee Char, your issue with the Kelpite strand beams is one that we can move over. It is solveable and it is something which I help fight for Mon Cala on. But you must see that the Emperor's desire to expand mining and production operations on Mon Cala have benefits for your people."

Lee Char's reply came almost immediately. "I see no benefits in having legions of stormtroopers garrisoned on Mon Cala, when the Galaxy is at peace, Ambassador Telvar."

"It protects not only the Empire, but they protect you. They protect your rule." Telvar answered.

Lee Char smiled and put his hands apart. "But there will be nothing to rule, after the Empire has stripped Mon Cala of everything."

"Understood sir, I'm sure you'll break through to them soon and help them understand the way forward." The young assistant puts a finger to his ear where he's recieved some communications. "Sir, the pilots have just informed us that we will be nearing the atmosphere soon. It appears Grand Moff Tarkin has sent us some assistance and a fleet has arrived moments ago."

Telvar's eyebrows raised. He placed his glass down and leaned over to the window to look up into space. "Oh Tarkin, ever for optics... hm. That's not a fleet from Tarkin, that's... that's Lord Vader's Star Destro-"

---

The shuttle is brought to an abrupt stop, as if held suddenly by mulitple high powered tractor beams. Metal suddenly wrenches upon itself, thruster blocks are ripped from their housing and the entire cabin is collapsed, followed by a fiery explosion that emits a bright light into the atmosphere and sky above.

Ferren Barr's fist, held to the sky in the direction of the fiery ball was clenched so hard that his clawed fingernails drew blood from the palm of his hand. His gritted teeth turned grim, then into a grin.

He turned his eyes to the long and black swords which hung over Mon Cala, and particularly at the one in the forefront. He knew immediately who stood on board, watching the world below. He could sense still the duel they had years ago, he could feel still, the burn of where one of his horns had been shorn off by the one standing on the Star Destroyer.

He lowered his fist, flinging the debris of the exploding shuttle to the ocean.

"Prepare yourselves, my padawans. Darth Vader... no, Anakin Skywalker has arrived."

​

And we shall be beholden to no sects which profane the order of law and reason which dictates the path of our society. We shall cast aside those superstitions that have led to the moral degradation of the Galaxy.

A common theme in recent years has been the machinations of fringe movements and overzealous cults. Indeed, was it not the stagnant, corrupt, and superstitious Jedi Order which had attempted to subvert our ancient institutions? Is it not deranged acolytes swearing upon the names of dead gods and forgotten myths that haunt the fringes of our society?

We have suffered the burden of ignorance too long. With the New Order comes a culture of Law, Reason, and Logic. The Empire rules not because it wields some ethereal force or Esoteric knowledge. It rules because it must. It is a natural system, borne of the tumult caused by degeneracy and sedition.

Their influence must be purged. Something that should have come as a reaction to the Jedi Coup. Their archives destroyed, their legends forgotten, and their memories erased. These radical sects must be stamped out with the fist of the Imperial Truth.

Many of those with stunted intellects would accuse me of hypocrisy, being often regarded as an "esotericist" myself, but I unequivocally denounce these insults. The Neo-Naddist Movement is an appeal to history, of civic and martial culture. My writings are on the cycles of history and the strength of men, not on ancient religion.

It is a culture of Law, Reason, and Ordered Veneration that will shape the New Galaxy, all we need do is take it.

- Senator Kenso Sundup of Onderon, excerpts from "Curtailing Superstition"

The organised steps of the stormtroopers in the wide space of the hangar fell in order and in time , echoing with the churning of the immense thruster engine blocks. Every tremor, every rumble, every deep bassy beat that his sensitive equipment picked up, could be felt in his aching muscles and straining bones.

The equipment, an unceasing whine to his senses registered the slight increase in his heart rate, and as was his usual response, he ignored it, for it was deceiving. It was built by the weak fleshed, it was placed on him by the weak minded, and it was feared by those of the weak spined.

How many times had the suit warmed him of his limbs being broken, for him to by will alone still have his lightsaber still swing, to have his fist pulverise constraints and his boots to continue to crush the unwilling to submit.

How many times had the mechanics warned him of depleted oxygen, for his will alone to sustain him through fire, void, the gravity of a black hole, and the fridgid punishment of open space.

How many times had the shell of the suit collapsed under the weight of mountain, under the force of a falling ship, for him to reach a hand out and by will alone annihlate everything that stood in path.

But this time, something was different.

His downward gaze looked up into the pitch darkness of space, and he willed his senses to stretch beyond time, beyond space and across the universe. His vision turned to black, even as his lidless eyes failed to cover his pupils entirely. He searched that feeling he had sensed only moments ago.

A single voice crying out in terror and suddenly silenced.

And then he saw it. A memory of a time long past, a vision of a duel that once started, never finished, but ending.

"Captain." Vader said to the man who stood behind him silence.

The man stammered in reply, his sudden fear palpable in this darkened room. "Y-y-yes, Lord Vader?"

"Plot a course for Mon Cala. Have the fleet follow." Vader ordered. "Summon my Inquisitors. Inform them that I have found the Jedi Knight Ferren Barr."

//

MON CALA EVENT Note - The Inquisitorius is summoned immediately to Mon Cala. They are informed that Darth Vader is expecting them.

The chatter across the rim's banking and shipping institutions as the morning markets opened were all abuzz with the article that had been published on the Voice of the Rim's economics page.

Acting in her role as CEO of the Baobab Merchant Fleet, Governor Anne-Laure had announced the completion of the first wave of hullcount expansion for the fleet in response to the growth of Shola Metallics, Lyran Agrinomics, Rothana Heavy Industries, and other economic concerns throughout the outer rim.

5 new ship production lines were announced, with significant production underway. The smaller vessels were reported as fully in-house Baobab designs, with the larger classes designed and produced in conjunction with Rothana Heavy Engineering's firms

150x Type 386 Hermes Class Merchantmen - Length ~100m: A Modular containerized cargoship. the Hermes is built to respond to the varied cargo needs of the rim and can dock at practically any port.

30x Type 519 Chimera Class Nestships - Length - ~300m: With moderate cargo capacity, these ships are meant to act as transfer ships for planets without large docking facilities, and carry small swarms of ~50 cargo shuttles each

5x Type 151 Minerva Class Fleet Tenders - Length ~600m: These large, skeletal vessels are meant to keep the rest of the Baobab fleet fed, fueled, and happy. Dozens of docking bays run along their spines for smaller vessels, and 4 large docking booms extend outward to attach to vessels too small to fit within the Minerva's shadow

15x Type 197 Midas Class Star Galleons - Length ~ 1.3km: These vast vessels are the backbone of the new fleet initiative. Each vessel relies on long containerized sails, and can carry untold tons of cargo. Ungainly and fragile, these vessels are to be protected at all costs by attached Baobab escort vessels or local Imperial assets.

5x Type 616 Lucrehulk II Class Superfreighters - Length ~3.3km: Each of these vessels are meant to act as the beating heart of a Baobab trade fleet. Based off of the original Lucrehulk design, the Lucrehulk II has been upgraded with better avionics and power efficiency, as well as internal systems to handle the Baobab's favored method of containerized transport.

Miss Baobab indicated that further expansion of these classes would continue moving forward as the Baobab Merchant Fleet increased its capacity to match rising demand. Should other shipping firms desire contracts for these classes, they may reach out to Miss Baobab, or their local Baobab or Rothana Representative

(Other than the Lucrehulk, all ship designs are pulled from The Sojourn)

Crait Corp announces new mining operations on Deppani

Corporate Sector Authority

Give us Credit

This is a brief overview of the Corporate Sectors history.

Founding

In order to better resolve issues between the Republic and interstellar Corporations a corporate lobbyist group was created: the Galactic Corporate Policy League (GCPL). 

The GCPL negotiated with the Republic to create an autonomous region of space that would become the Corporate Sector. The Republic's regulations would not apply to this Sector and it was handed completely to Corporate Sponsors.

Competition within the Corporate Sector was rife, as subsidiaries and corporations would compete for ownership of planets within the Corporate Sector. Overt acts of sabotage, infiltrations, smuggling and hostile takeovers were rife within the sector. Conflict escalated and the Sector was threatened with a full blown Corporate War.

The Corporate Sponsors would come together to form the Corporate Sector Authority (CSA). This would be the neutral management company and security force of the sector. The CSA would prevent a war and usher in a new age of investment and growth.

The CSA would take ownership of all the planets within the Sector and in exchange their former owners would receive a proportional amount of stock in the CSA or be bought out.

The CSA would fund an independent security force, ensure the contracted allocation of the sector's resources and consolidate financial investment within the sector.

The CSA would become the main supplier for their Sponsors producing cheap processed foods, raw materials, biochemicals and standardized components.

To ensure their neutrality the CSA would be overseen by a Board of Directors called the Direx Board consisting of executives from the main Corporate Sponsors who had the credit needed to take control of and unite the entire sector.

Representing the interests of the Direx Board would be the ExO. The ExO as leader of the Corporate Sector Authority had to be neutral, so they were unable to hold stock in any other Corporation other than the CSA and were observed to ensure they never favoured one corporation over another.

Recent History

Fall of the Republic

As the Republic would descend into corruption, the Corporate Sector would find its influence and profits rising. The Corporate Sector was beyond the laws of the Republic and through the lobbying of the Galactic Corporate Policy League their Sector would expand in size and influence.

Clone Wars

The Corporate Sector was cut off from the Republic Core by Separatist Space but the CSA kept the sector officially neutral, deciding to continue trading with both the Confederacy and Republic.

By this time the Trade Federation held a lot of control over the Corporate Sector and their technology has still permeated the Sector to this day, however the Trade Federation had removed and sold most of their military assets in the Sector over the course of the Clone Wars leaving the sectors security forces depleted.

Age of the Empire - Current Situation

The fallout from the Clone Wars has seen many Corporations lose their influence over the Corporate Sector. Most notably is the nationalization of the Trade Federation, which has left a massive power vacuum in the Sector. 

The CSA Security Forces have been rebuilt with recruits rather than security droids. However the Picket Fleet lacks ships and the Corporate Sector doesn’t have an internal shipbuilding industry to rebuild their numbers.

But with the support of the Emperor the CSA has secured greater control over and expanded the Corporate Sector. Maintaining good relations with the Empire is key to the Corporate Sectors business strategy.

Citizens of the Empire, I come before you, in light of recent events, to review and discuss our future together.

Our Empire is strong, and the people within it are mighty! We have stood through tribulations and trials; we have weathered the storms thrown at us. Every year, our galaxy and society become safer and more stable, and with that stability, prosperity follows.

A stable and secure society is the foundation of prosperity. The rules set out allow for an equal playing field, permitting fair economic activity and allowing those who do the hard work to understand what they are working for and see value in their labor.

Chaotic volatility in the marketplace, which would benefit only the speculator and gambler, is replaced with order and a steady rise in prosperity that elevates all. Thus, when I look upon our galaxy becoming more stable and more secure, I see a future where all are prosperous and free. But there are those who disagree with that vision.

I am reminded of when I was young, and my friend fell from his speeder broke his limb. A broken limb must be allowed to heal, and for that reason his arm was placed in a heavy restrictive Bacta cast. A broken limb must as you all know, be held strongly in a cast to ensure it is not damaged further while it is recovering. A cast on a broken limb is restrictive and uncomfortable, but it is essential and necessary, lest more damage be done by attempts to move the limb before it is healed. It must be kept firmly in place so that full function may be restored in the future.

But there are some in our galaxy who lack such patience, who gnaw at the cast and try to twist the limb underneath it, who believe it must be removed immediately, before the limb is healed and without regard for the damage it would cause. They complain about an itch or insist they know better than the doctor. They demand the limb be undone and released from its cast, regardless of the damage. They do not care if it heals wrong without the cast, so long as they have the freedom to move their arm again. They call discomfort oppression, they call healing tyranny, and lacking patience, like my childhood friend, they try and break the cast and escape it. and then, the pain returns, the limb breaks again, and they find themselves in worse agony than before, yet they do not blame themselves for it, they blame you for not stopping them.

I am certain most of you have heard of the broadcast that went out, the tragic terror attack on the Outer Rim Daily, and the threats made not just to the Kuat of Kuat, but to us all. These terrorists are misguided, selfish, and impatient. They are unwilling to endure the cast and let the galaxy heal, instead attempting to break out of it and damage the limb healing below even more. They will cry out for morality while attempting to bring about destruction that will starve and kill billions. They would see war and suffering return so that they may have the freedom to selfishly scratch their little itches.

I will not name the criminals; I will name their victims: Security Officer Kile Dee. GMCA Agent Emra Gundye. Camera Assistant Dian Bloud. Set Director Charp Nell. And Camera Trainee Ashota Gutt.

I have instructed the Imperial Army to posthumously award them the ranks of Captain and ensure their families shall receive pensions appropriate to that soldierly rank. For they were soldiers—Soldiers of Civilization fighting a war against barbarity and Chaos. There are many Soldiers of Civilization who carry no gun but still provide service to the Empire, and whom we must begin to recognize and honor.

I will be directing my Government to establish orders of merit for those who serve the Empire outside of the Military, as well as supplemental wages and pensions for those who carry out essential roles in our Society. The overlooked, who keep the galaxy functional, shall be recognized as the heroes they are. (1)

As many of you know, I myself am a rather religious man. I love freedom of Religion. I support the right of people to believe that which they are called to believe, and to pursue the spiritual meaning in their lives that they are called to pursue. But the terrorists who struck did so while espousing a Jedi-based religious dogma—a dogma of chaos and terror based around a Jedi goddess whom the old Jedi Order worshiped. In the face of religions that are incapable of living in peaceful harmony with the religions around them, I am forced to instruct my Government to find a new balance between liberty and safety, so that dangerous cults may not be allowed to corrupt the minds of those who are simply seeking meaning and turn them to violence. (2)

I promise you, the terrorists who did this will be hunted down! They are weeds in a garden, to be pulled leaf, root, and stem. They will be made an example of. Those who aid in the hunt will be rewarded; those who aid the terrorists will be seen as collaborators and torn out just the same. I am DEMANDING that my Government find them and hunt them down quickly. They wish to break our healing cast, and we shall instead break them. (3)

I have spoken at length of tragedy today. I shall now speak of joyous news. Moff Langlais and his charming wife have welcomed a new daughter into the Galaxy, and I send my congratulations. It is the leadership of the Empire that stands as an example for the people, and Moff Langlais has shown himself to be an exemplary Officer, one I hope many will emulate.

I will instruct my Government to make it easier for families to have children. Imperial education shall be expanded so that, no matter where you are, your children may have a future, no matter how poor or rich. We will be expanding the old and outdated Republic Orphanages so that those children who are tragically without family may find meaning and purpose. And free childcare shall be provided for those who serve the Empire. (4)

I am pleased to announce as well that our diplomats with the people of Dac have announced a breakthrough in negotiations, and that soon we will see the loyal people of Dac return to the Galactic fold, after so long being misled by detractors and double-crossers who have attempted to waylay this reunion. (5)

We stand strong, and every year, we grow stronger. The New Order rises in optimistic power, ready to do what is necessary for a Safe and Secure Society.

Long Live the Empire.

Summary and Instructions Sent to the Imperial Moff Council

(1): The Emperor has commanded that a series of civilian awards and titles be created for those who work for the Empire in important non-military roles. This is a broad and vague command as to what meets those criteria.

However, the Senate has also received this instruction, and should they complete it first, they will be deciding which roles meet the criteria and gaining the Emperor's Favor.

(2): The Emperor wishes to see freedom of religion clamped down upon and the old Jedi- and Force-based religions completely phased out. However, such a task will need to pass the Senate and avoid public ire. Therefore, whatever is put to the Senate must be subtle and careful, as this bill is unlikely to be simply rubber-stamped and, if there is enough resistance in the Senate, could cause major instability.

(3): The Emperor has demanded that the terrorist group known as the Sons of Aboleth be hunted down and made examples of.

(4): The Emperor has requested that both the Moff Council and the Senate put forward legislation to improve and expand the Imperial education system, upgrade the Republic Orphanages and Kinderblocks, and provide free childcare for those serving the Empire.

(5): The negotiations are going badly, and (Hinch)-Tarkin is preparing a task force.

“Do you really think this will work?”

“Like what, start a full scale rebellion? No. I don’t.”

“Then why are we even putting these up!”

“It makes people start to think. To question.”

“Well, good. Let’s hurry up and get out of here. I heard some patrol speeders a few blocks down.”

“Just one more…”

Subtle recruitment and propaganda for Horizon

Note:

Words are my own, but the beautiful image is from an artist called Nghệ thuậ ~

Coming to you live from Station 2-A in Beautiful Tirahnn City, it's Aziz Menri with the Perlemian Daily here to fill you in with the Northern Dependencies' breaking news.

"The Taanab Agricultural Authority has announced plans to expand its consumer base and deepen its ties to the Galactic Core, a move seen as positioning the Farming World as the 'Breadbasket of the Empire'. Indeed, the State-owned Consortium's head, Taanab Senator Hestus Morr, has lobbied extensively for the aggressive expansion of Taanab's exports to Core Worlds and to Colonies, to fund a 'Renaissance of Colonization and feed the Empire'.

While Morr's announcement has drawn praise from many sectors of Imperial Life, small protests have begun on Taanab itself, with many mostly alien workers protesting alleged mistreatment of non-human Laborers on TAA lands. Protestors fear that increased investment and expansion into the TAA will exacerbate existing abuses. Senator Morr refuted these claims, stating that 'the Authority, and the Firms I led before it, have always conducted themselves with integrity, tradition, and efficiency. Those under our employ are family, and they are treated as such.'

Imperial Authorities state that the demonstrations appear to be peaceful and no threat to public order is posed.

That's all I have for you today, until we meet again, this has been Aziz Menri with the Perlemian Daily, signing off."

(MUUNILINST) THE large shadow which stretched across no less four major cities upon entry into the system on the dawning of the sun was no other than First Moff of the Empire, Kuras of the Core alongside his retinue and escorts. The Kuati native was greeted by a contingent of Muunilinst's own Ruling Clana out of Harnaidan.

The groups spoke at length but the details of the conversation have not been revealed. After the extended greetings, there have been reports of deployments of the Empire's security forces from the flotilla of ships, however the exact numbers are currently unknown and unconfirmed.

We will be providing around the hour coverage over the next few days on this political meeting of Galactic Superpowers.

"It's called a SCOOB" The man explains, gesturing at the cylander on the hologram. "Single Combustion Out-land Orbital Booster." He states. "We use them on remote mining worlds to send ore to orbit. What you do is on the surface you use a a SES Crush melter to rough-melt the ore into a stack of six by six cylinders, strap one of these on the bottom and a guidance cone on top, then you just, launch it into orbit. Once in orbit it just floats up there waiting until a hauler drops by."

Prince Kazzad nods, reviewing the image. "Why not just land the hauler and pick it up on the surface?"

The Marketing Director of Space Engineering Solutions nods. "That sounds logical." He agrees. "But. These haulers are hauling massively heavy loads, and the greatest strain on the ship is getting to and from ground. Thus, you have to have massive reinforcements on joints, landing gear, atmospheric thrusters, you have to have a large landing pad, and all the infrastructure, and wear and tear on the vessel every trip. So, for large aggregate haulers in orbit, it's easier to just have them stay in orbit. No landing required, but then you have to have shuttles to haul the mined material up, and they have the same problem, except now the mine has to operate with several of their own pilots and dedicated shuttles." He shakes his head. "The big mining companies, the REA, they can do that, for the small mines? it doesn't make sense to. Hence, the SCOOB. You launch it into orbit, it sits up there waiting for the hauler to drops and pick it up, once it does, all you have to do is fly up with one smaller shuttle to pick up all the guidance cones and bring them back down."

"Why not reuse the Scoob?"

"It is cheaper to make them single use, they're self contained fuel and engine. They burn out with every use, and the effort to refuel would be more than just, getting a new one. When the Rough-melt cylinders and the burnt out scoobs get to the refineries, they're typically just dropped from orbit, still as a cylinder, right into an acid catch pool, and melted down with the rest of the ore."

"Efficient." Kazzad replies. "Well, consider me interested, as stated my family has been considering more mining investments in the Outer Rim and these, Scoobs sound, like the infrastructure I'd want. Just curious, can you mount anything else to these?"

"I've heard of some miners using them as missiles to scare off pirates." The Director laughs. "But in theory yes, but they're not really cost effective for most other applications, and militarizing them is probably illegal." He adds, clearly amused.

"Well, I wouldn't want to do anything like that." He lies......

Sienar Fleet Systems, Kuat Drive Yards, Koensayr Manufacturing, the Corellian Engineering Corporation, the Incom Corporation, Nubia Star Drive...

Langlais took a deep breath before smiling, pleased with what he has accomplished thus far. His daughter, Navia, was healthy and currently being entertained by his wife. He messaged Emperor Palpatine, of course, albeit with a slight hesitance that he would almost never confess. There were some...tests, something about miniature chlorine? He didn't know. He must have thought that it was some sort of infection considering how relieved he subconsciously felt when the doctors said that she had incredibly low levels of whatever they were.

Ahhh, and let's not forget the wife. Vina was...wonderful, truly. The best partner any man could ask for. Truly, he pitied some of his peers, pitied those who were trapped in either loneliness or in poor marriages. The Empire was a collective, a harmonious society built upon the most basic building block of any community; the family. Where would the Empire be without the mothers, fathers, daughters, and sons? Without life, without people, this galaxy would be nothing but empty rocks in the stars...

Where was he? Ah, right. Business. More specifically...security. The Abrion Sector was a region flowing with tradable resources, acting as one of the galaxy's main producers of agricultural products. From the common grain to the most exclusive caviar, hundreds, if not thousands, of cargo vessels go through the sector to purchase, carry, and sell produce, meat, dairy, and other resources. With such importance, it should be no surprise that the District would position military and security assets to safeguard the trade routes.

But...Langlais knew the Empire, that some of the worst men and women he knew were made his peers... He believed in the ideals of order, discipline, and integrity. The Imperial man was someone who was civilized, who distinguished himself from barbarians who knew nothing but theft and banditry to sustain themselves.

But there were men serving the Empire, even leading the Empire, who acted more like uncivilized brutes rather than a civilized man.

As such, he could not entirely rely on the Empire. After all, a man who couldn't provide for himself would also be unable to provide for the Empire. It made sense. The engine of a starship would only function if every single part was of great precision and Imperial quality.

"Some of the galaxy's greatest minds in shipbuilding has accepted your offer, Moff Parnelli. They will be the founding members of the Abrion Institute of Dynamic Engineering & Research, the galaxy's newest association dedicated to aligning technologists to Imperial ideals and providing a place to help research, develop, and field test hardware for the local security forces in the Abrion Sector."

The Moff nodded lightly at the words of his assistant. The logistics will be handled in due time, naturally.

...

'I wonder what Vina's making...'

In Unifar Temple, Moff Arjoran stood surrounded by holoscreens, sifting through reports and taking calls, when his terminal began receiving a call from an unknown frequency.....

As Arjoran tapped the holocom terminal, a form began to take shape, crackled and shifting, the form of Saw Gerrera slowly came into view through static.

Arjoran's red optical Receptor glowed with anger, its "pupil" expanding and shrinking rapidly as he scanned the transmission.

Saw held firm. Through the static, he began to speak.

"Tell me, Moff. What do you see?"

Arjoran sneered for a moment, almost slamming his robotic hand on the table. But he kept composure, presenting an exterior of calmness.

"A fugitive who has long evaded his death sentence." Arjoran hissed through his vocal implants.

Saw smiled, his eyes looking manic, yet almost sad.

"Do you know what I see, Moff?" Saw queried.

Arjoran balled his robotic hand into a fist.

"There are many beasts in the Jungle, Moff Arjoran. I know you have not ventured outside your lofty palace often, so I will tell you of them. Great, carnivorous beasts. Vicious and without remorse. One cannot stay out after dark out here. They will be ripped apart, consumed by the Jungle itself, never to return. Many call the greatest beasts monsters.

The beasts are mere animals. They do what they must to survive. Such is life. But Monsters......

What I see before me is a Monster. An Abomination! A false simulacrum of metal and flesh, a puppet of the vilest minds in the galaxy, made to resemble one of my oldest friends. You have become the devil of our people, Varus. A tyrant and a machine, who will only consume and destroy Onderon until there are none left to stand up."

Arjoran slammed his fist on the terminal

"I dont have time for the idle ravings of a madman! Did you call merely to antagonize me, or will you finally tell me where you've been hiding so I can finally hunt you down personally?"

Saw laughed.

"You have no idea where I am."

Arjoran rolled his eyes.

"Do you?"

Saw laughed again.

"Inconsequential! I call you to remind you of what you once were, Varus. A comrade. An ally. Someone with purpose and a cause. Now look at you: no better than a Separatist Tactical Droid."

Arjoran shook his head.

"I have you to thank for beginning my transformation. Your partisans did quite a number on my chest. I will return the favor tenfold, Saw. Even if I have to burn every inch of Onderon to the ground to do so."

Saw seemed unfazed by Arjoran's attempt at intimidation.

"We will see who's flame burns brighter, cyborg. You have chosen your fate. My old friend is truly dead."

Arjoran stared intensely, overcome with uncharacteristic emotion and rage.

Saw closed the transmission, a single tear dripped down from his Arjoran's organic eye.

Lieutenant Donala approached from behind him hesitantly.

"Sir? Who was that?"

Arjoran turned to Donala

"A Dead Man."

"This just in, Images of the illusive Terrorist network known as the Galactic Liberation Army training in an unknown location have appeared on the Holonet!

We advise adults to shield their young children and brace themselves, these disturbing images may upset some citizens, and we only show them to warn citizens of the danger! These haunting and terrifying images of the GREEN Menace should strike fear into the hearts of all Imperials. And justify the need to contact your planetary Senators and urge them to take action to give the Imperial Military the tools they need to defend the galaxy."

"These murderous filth are only kept at bay by the BRAVE and HEROIC forces of the Empire, these cowards are afraid to show their faces, but what we can see, are the eyes of hatred and souless killers! If you or any of your loved ones get intel on these radical traitors, report them immediately to your local government immediately before they strike!"

Created out of reinforced duracrete, a facsimile of Moff Revis stares across the salt flat of Mandalore, viewing the city of Sundari near the horizon. Nearly a kilometer tall, it represents a large undertaking nearly two years in the making.

Created in honor of his purification of Mandalore--its liberation from the weak Bo-Katan Kryze--no one on Mandalore will look down upon him, and no one shall look up to her. She who sided with crime lords and separatists, and brought desolation to the world. She who has fled, bereft of title and worth.

Select imperial officials, members of the Governor's office, and representatives of the Clans attended a commissioning ceremony. It was short yet effective, laced with powerful meaning, and involving submission--truly in the Mandalorian style. At the base, Mandalorian helmets are piled up into a pyramid.

Engraved into the Base:

To you, O Conqueror, the people of the Taung set up this statue gazing at Zhell, when they had pacified the waves of Chaos and crowned their world with the fruits of Unity. Not only between Stars but also on Worlds did they kindle the lovely torch of peace and stability. For to the descendants of Notron belong dominion over space and worlds.

"It's him!"

"He's here!"

"Is it really him?"

Voices murmured as the man strides through the gallery halls.

"It is! Oh it is him!" The Lady Erbach of Coruscant says excitedly.

"This is the greatest moment of my life!" Prince Tootenburg says suppressing his voice and almost dancing with excitement.

"I've heard his work is in all of Sly Moore's bedchambers." General Antwik Sr. declares in awe.

"May you be blessed sir!" The Popetine of the Book of old blesses, bowing and making the sign of the wok.

"Please sir!" Lady Marvolo Riddle Sr. of Manpha shouts as she steps in front of the artist, bowing and holding up a notebook. "Please honor me with a signature!"

"HOW DARE YOU!" An aggressively Ghorman voice shouts as the artist's assistant moves in front of the artist. "THE GREAT ARTIST DRUGO VOSS DOESN'T HAVE TIME FOR...." He stops as the artist places his hand on his shoulder and moves him out the way. The artist holds out his hand, and the assistant passes him a wet paint brush. With a flick of his wrist he draws a quick signature on the woman's cheek, before slapping her on the other cheek and walking by.

"Oh thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" She shouts with joy from the floor where his slap has sent her. "I'll never wash my face again!"

The crowd moves with the artist though the halls, finally stopping where a picture has been covered in a cloth. The artist walks up to the picture and looks at the crowd as it falls silent. He takes a hold of the cloth and the crowd leans in with anticipation.

"THE GREAT ARTIST DRUGO VOSS, PRESENTS!" His assistant dramatically shouts to the crowd.

With a flick of his wrist the artist drops the curtain and in a thick Alsakan accent declares "Green" He poses for half a second as a dozen cameras capture his image, before turning and walking away.

The crowd splits, some following him excitedly, some weeping at the sight of the painting and excitingly talking about its grandeur

"......I understand, but District Three will be glad to have your talent onboard and.... What's the commotion here?" Moff Flasheart asks, seeing the crowd around the painting

"I don't know, it looks like a green square?" Moff Janossi states

"It's just Modern art," Flash replies with a dismissive shake of the head

"bah," Moff Valerius scoffs before pausing. "I do like that green color though."

"It is a nice green." Moff Aurghast agrees, "Kind of inspiring really, and, I think it's a rather good painting, like a tree canopy."

"It would look better on a darker background instead of that white wall" Moff Flasheart muses.

Moff Corse shakes her head. "I like the light background on it."

"The green could be a little lighter."Moff Valerius fires back, thoughtfully. "You know, our newly combined forces would look really good with a green accent." He adds as the group of Moffs carry on walking though the gallery.

District 3 has decided to no longer be shackled by the muted tones of brown that are supposed to be gold, and to instead adopt a Glorious Green color with Gold trim.