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Five years. It had been five long years since he had regained his memories and returned to his people. In that time much had changed; the Galaxy had been remolded by the warring of factions. Five years ago the death knell of the Republic sounded at Coruscant, the place where he began to remember, and then the Sith attacked Chandrila. Now, the Sith controlled the Core with an iron fist, and yet there was still the Dominion as strong as it had ever been, and growing stronger.
Ral Vizsla stood in his ornate cobalt armor, looking out over the throne room of Sundari's Royal Palace as light beamed in through the open windows. It had been decorated to celebrate five years of freedom from the Republic and five years of endurance against the Jedi and the Sith. While Ral himself wasn't big on such celebrations, he realized the need for it. To remember the effort given, the lives lost, and an acknowledgment of achievements; people wanted to be remembered and felt like they were appreciated, and that is exactly what Ral intended on giving them tonight. He was going to give them a celebration, and a promise: a promise that this would not be the end.
Walking forward, Ral headed to the nearby passage which would take him to the balcony, his footsteps echoing off the marble stone floor as he passed the posted Journeymen Protectors. The Protectors had largely resumed their ancient duties when Talia took the throne, and now here they were watching over the palace and the parade grounds outside to ensure the peace was kept.
As he stepped outside to the music and fanfare that was playing, he took up a position in the center of the balcony, his cobalt blue helm decorated with the laurels of his position shone brightly in the sunlight, Protectors flanking him. Gazing out over the mass of Mandalorians, Ral raised up his hand to silence the music and murmur of conversations.
"Warriors of Mandalore, brothers, sisters! I stand before you today in the light of your accomplishments and triumphs. Ten years ago, the idea of a free Mandalore which had control of its own destiny was a dream held by only a few, but now that dream is a reality. Today, we stand amidst the glory of what we as a people can do together! We have built fleets, raised armies, expanded our borders, and now we protect thousands of worlds from the vicious exploitations of those without morals or conscious." Ral pauses as he looks over the mass of warriors, a feeling of pride welling up in his chest. "What you have done some would call impossible, others would call it a miracle. But I know, we know, that what you have built was made possible by Mandalorian determination and tenacity, through our unity and cooperation, and because we know that what we are doing will build a better tomorrow.
"Today, we celebrate and commemorate five years of independence, growth, and strength. Five years ago, Mand'alor Prudii Kyramud freed us from the Republic, five years ago Mand'alor Talia Kryze freed us from the Sith, and five years ago we remembered what it was like to have our own fate back in our hands again. Five years ago we built this Dominion from a single system to the collection of countless planets that we now protect, and where freedom and the fair rule of law now thrives! There is no place for corruption or injustice in our Dominion! We are a prosperous people, and that is all because of the work we have put into it!
"So now, let us celebrate the tireless effort, let us raise a glass to the vode who gave their lives to get us here, and now let us look to the future and what the next five, ten, or fifty years will bring for our people. It can only be as great as we make it, but I know if you put in the same effort as you have over the last five we shall truly be a force for change in this galaxy, and poets, artists, and historians will look back to us and remember this as the day the Golden Age of Mandalore began! Oya Mandalore!"
And with that triumphant statement, Ral thrust his fist into the air and let the crowd react as it will. Now it was time for the festivities to begin. The Dominion had spared no expense to ensure this would be a day long remembered, and in the throne room there would be a party to top them all. Turning, Ral exited the balcony to see what sort of occasion this party would become.
Five years. It had been five long years since he had regained his memories and returned to his people. In that time much had changed; the Galaxy had been remolded by the warring of factions. Five years ago the death knell of the Republic sounded at Coruscant, the place where he began to remember, and then the Sith attacked Chandrila. Now, the Sith controlled the Core with an iron fist, and yet there was still the Dominion as strong as it had ever been, and growing stronger.
Ral Vizsla stood in his ornate cobalt armor, looking out over the throne room of Sundari's Royal Palace as light beamed in through the open windows. It had been decorated to celebrate five years of freedom from the Republic and five years of endurance against the Jedi and the Sith. While Ral himself wasn't big on such celebrations, he realized the need for it. To remember the effort given, the lives lost, and an acknowledgment of achievements; people wanted to be remembered and felt like they were appreciated, and that is exactly what Ral intended on giving them tonight. He was going to give them a celebration, and a promise: a promise that this would not be the end.
Walking forward, Ral headed to the nearby passage which would take him to the balcony, his footsteps echoing off the marble stone floor as he passed the posted Journeymen Protectors. The Protectors had largely resumed their ancient duties when Talia took the throne, and now here they were watching over the palace and the parade grounds outside to ensure the peace was kept.
As he stepped outside to the music and fanfare that was playing, he took up a position in the center of the balcony, his cobalt blue helm decorated with the laurels of his position shone brightly in the sunlight, Protectors flanking him. Gazing out over the mass of Mandalorians, Ral raised up his hand to silence the music and murmur of conversations.
"Warriors of Mandalore, brothers, sisters! I stand before you today in the light of your accomplishments and triumphs. Ten years ago, the idea of a free Mandalore which had control of its own destiny was a dream held by only a few, but now that dream is a reality. Today, we stand amidst the glory of what we as a people can do together! We have built fleets, raised armies, expanded our borders, and now we protect thousands of worlds from the vicious exploitations of those without morals or conscious." Ral pauses as he looks over the mass of warriors, a feeling of pride welling up in his chest. "What you have done some would call impossible, others would call it a miracle. But I know, we know, that what you have built was made possible by Mandalorian determination and tenacity, through our unity and cooperation, and because we know that what we are doing will build a better tomorrow.
"Today, we celebrate and commemorate five years of independence, growth, and strength. Five years ago, Mand'alor Prudii Kyramud freed us from the Republic, five years ago Mand'alor Talia Kryze freed us from the Sith, and five years ago we remembered what it was like to have our own fate back in our hands again. Five years ago we built this Dominion from a single system to the collection of countless planets that we now protect, and where freedom and the fair rule of law now thrives! There is no place for corruption or injustice in our Dominion! We are a prosperous people, and that is all because of the work we have put into it!
"So now, let us celebrate the tireless effort, let us raise a glass to the vode who gave their lives to get us here, and now let us look to the future and what the next five, ten, or fifty years will bring for our people. It can only be as great as we make it, but I know if you put in the same effort as you have over the last five we shall truly be a force for change in this galaxy, and poets, artists, and historians will look back to us and remember this as the day the Golden Age of Mandalore began! Oya Mandalore!"
And with that triumphant statement, Ral thrust his fist into the air and let the crowd react as it will. Now it was time for the festivities to begin. The Dominion had spared no expense to ensure this would be a day long remembered, and in the throne room there would be a party to top them all. Turning, Ral exited the balcony to see what sort of occasion this party would become.
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