He wasn’t any good at speeches, but he knew he had to do this, “We are not winning this war,” It was a controversial statement, and one that the Empire hadn’t heard since it formed in the first place, “And the reason we are not winning is due to a series of gross incompetence from our leadership and guidance under the Sith. Empress Anaris, a long time Sith, has thrown us headfirst into a war we were not prepared to take on. We have no access to bacta, no access to fuel, we are cut off from our largest arms and weapons dealers. All of this has been a result of the Sith making endless poor decisions. The Empress, Councilor Trelain, and Councilor Draugr are all dead as a result of their own stupidity and shortsightedness."
Altair’s vivid amethyst gaze stared into the camera, “This has become a pattern. What purpose do you serve as an Imperial? You put Sith on thrones and what do they do for you? You butcher civilians and innocents on the orders of Sith, to what end? We call ourselves an Empire, but we are governed by the few, the belligerent, the unchecked. We outnumber them thousands to one and we gain nothing by bowing or kneeling for them."
His jaw tightened as he glared at the camera, “Henceforth, all members of the Sith Order are stripped of their military and government ranks. The authority they have enjoyed over Imperial officers and government officials, indeed over the very citizens of this Empire, is hereby revoked. This includes military facilities and assets, housing, ISB clearances and support, and any other privilege they formerly possessed as a part of the Imperial power structure. Their diplomatic status is also revoked. From this day on, they do not speak with our voice. They do not make deals or broker treaties in our name. And they do not represent us in the Galactic Senate.” He was ready to put a stop to Sith taking Imperials to do their own personal conquests. They would have to fund their own personal armies and raise money to do that. He wasn't sure how they would manage, but that was no longer his problem.
“In short, as many of you must already have guessed by that laundry list of revocations, the Sith religion is hereby banned within the borders of the Empire. Its adherents will be given a single chance — a standard week — to gather their belongings and leave the Empire. They may take ships they personally own or public transport, but any caught trying to make off with Imperial military equipment will be apprehended and subsequently executed for sedition and treason. Those Sith who are caught within our borders after the week is up will be treated like any other criminals; and any Sith who harms or kills any Imperial citizen on their way out will be considered an enemy combatant and treated as such. This is the end. You are all banished.”
He had been nurturing this for years now, and he knew he had the support of anyone that was a true Imperial at heart. Altair was well aware of the Imperials that were Sith bootlickers, and he would have Val track them down to make them quietly disappear. The Sith could obey, or they could be exterminated.
“We welcome the assistance of the ISC, the Alliance and the New Republic to enforce these new restrictions on the Sith both in Imperial Space and across the galaxy. Let it be known that we, the Imperials, are hereby denouncing the Sith and no longer aligning ourselves to or being governed by unstable, incompetent entities.”