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Ladies, gentlemen. Please, take a seat. Let's get these light emitters dimmed, ASAP.
Alright, folks. I'm Commander Veln. Welcome to the Bulwark. You can all read, right? Good. Hopefully that's one skill that has helped you get far. If you've got it, that means you've probably been keeping track of the HoloNet; keeping track of all the bravado and fistpumping the Republic has been pulling lately. The public thinks we're winning, but let me assure every single one of you this: we're a lot closer to retreat than the government would like you to believe. The Hutts don't have us running yet, but the battle is far too close to home for comfort.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is why I stand before you right now. Yes, you're all tired; yes, this room smells. These things are true. But get used to it. This briefing room is where the Republic will win. Each and every one of you has been chosen for a single purpose; to win. Together, we will see this thing through, and surer than a bantha in a sandstorm, we will prevail.
Now, some of you won't make it. It breaks my heart to tell you this. We are the Republic's saviours, but we are mortal. We are the best and brightest the Galaxy has to offer, and we're damn near-perfect, but even we bleed. Those who do not make it will go down in the archives as those who saved trillions. Those who do not make it will be remembered and avenged by their compatriots. And when we crack the last Hutt open and settle in for a thousand years of peace, know this: it will be because of you.
Oh, I nearly forgot. Know why this place is called the Bulwark? Because this is where the Hutt threat will break. Welcome to the Special Operations and Light Assault Group. Now, let's talk action.
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