The horrors of New Alderaan suddenly sprang up across the holo. Imperial droid forces landing days away from the Temple…explosions leveling the second largest city. Sith and troopers rushing into the Capital to lay waste to the city streets. The Jedi Temple burning. And finally, the Imperial Navy assuming a blockage as ISCRA and Free Worlds vessels were prevented from leaving orbit. Vessels who claimed nothing but refugee evacuation. Neutral players turned away. One of the galaxy’s most beautiful planets burning. An Empire having come for Alderaan again. The images faded and the symbol of the Resistance appeared, quickly followed by the Grandmaster.
Alex did not wear Jedi robes. Instead, she wore only her armor. Dust and ash covered her face, blaster scores across her armor. The twinkling lights of space her backdrop. “I asked you if this was your Empire.” Again, images of New Alderaan flashed. “Andruil answered no.” The Empress had mysteriously stepped down. Alex did not know the reason, but she could exploit them. “Others shared a different answer.” Her face was hard as she spoke.
“The Empire lies to you. We will only come for the Jedi. We will only purge them from your world...a lie. New Alderaan is no different than any world. They burned the Temple, but their destruction flew far beyond." A sharp intake of breath. "The Capital is ruined. A droid army annihilated the second largest city. Jedi or no-Jedi…Temple or no-Temple…they kill without question.” Alex focused on the camera. “This is not about the Jedi and never has been. It is about conquest. Why else would the Imperial Navy prevent the ISCRA from evacuating civilians? An organization wholly neutral and committed to saving lives. Why else would they prevent Free World refugees from fleeing?” She shook her head slowly.
“I ask you again. Is this your Empire? Because it doesn’t have to be.” The galaxy was changing. Perception was changing. With each act of Imperial brutality, the Resistance grew stronger. She was sorry. It shouldn't have been this way.