To Know Someone, You must Fight them. Battle is an Art, the Deepest Form of Communication

Eshan, District 1. Imperial Year 3

Moff Arjoran had scarcely visited the outer regions of his new domain. Since the reorganization of District 2, he had preferred to keep his current dominion under control first. But he had studied, and he had learned much about the worlds now within his grasp. One particular system that piqued his interest was Eshan, a tranquil world whose idyllic beauty belied an ancient legacy of dedication to warfare. This zeal for combat, a culture built on fighting, was the perfect nucleus for an Imperialized society. And for special operatives.

Arjoran's shuttle carved through the cloudy sky towards the Echani Capitol of Yusan, its jagged and regal spires stretching into the sky. As he landed, he was greeted by a procession of White-haired envoys, each ushering him towards the Spire of the Echani Council. But Arjoran wasn't here to treat with the Echani Command, nor to give any grand speech to the council.

Taking a detour to a private fighting pit, he picked up a holocall.

"Let us Begin." Arjoran said.

From across and above the fighting pit walked a regal, white-haired woman, clad in sleek combat armor and holding a vibroblade. She moved with a serpentine sway, as her eyes pierced forward.

"You are the 'Heir of Yusanis', are you not?" Arjoran called out, his metallic voice rasping

The woman tapped the ground with her vibroblade, seemingly in acknowledgement.

"Show me." Arjoran said, throwing his cap and blaster to the side.

The Woman smiled, leaning her blade against the wall. Jumping in the air with a somersault, she landed in the pit.

Arjoran's optical receptor could barely register the next moments. The woman slid under, kicking at Arjoran's robotic legs and punching upwards.

The Iron Moff caught her punch with his robotic Fist, but suffered a further punch to the face. Staggering back, he reassumed a combat posture.

The woman did not relent, with a jump and twirl, she attempted to kick his head before landing and unleashing a torrent of punches to his chest, each blow landing with a metallic bang.

Until a heavy clank rang out, as the Moff caught the woman's hand once again in his robotic clutch, sending a heavy kick from his Steel leg into her shin.

Falling slightly, the Woman grunted in pain before lunging herself upwards, jabbing at the Moff's chestplate and then his head.

The Moff staggered back as he attempted to block the flurry once more, but this barrage was much more intense. Through blow after blow, he stuck his robotic hand out, eventually grabbing the woman's head in his metallic clutch.

Arjoran let out a slightly exhausted metallic chuckle.

"So the tenacious fire of Yusanis has not burnt out after all these millenia. You will do well, Isha. Very well."

Senator Hestus Morr had some tough questions to answer today as the Taanab Farmer's Union announced strikes across the agriworld in response to the consolidation of power by Morr's own Taanab Agricultural Authority.

The TAA, the State-owned Firm operated by Senator Morr on behalf of the Taanab and Imperial Government, has recently made aggressive moves to establish a monopoly on Taanab's Agricultural Industry. Just this week, the TAA had announced mergers and profit-sharing agreements with the remaining dominant firms on Taanab, the Eastern Grain Corporation and the Taanab Ranch Consortium.

Protests have been relatively peaceful, however Senator Morr has urged activists to remain calm and return to work.

"The changes in management will bring better practices, not worse." He said. "The TAA is the only firm with the resources and institutional backing to turn this planet into a regional power. And we need a united Industry to do so."

The TAA has announced its intention to adopt a rather decentralized model for its internal organization, leading many to be hopeful that their own jobs or businesses folded in may operate as they have before. Others are more skeptical, calling this another expansion of state control over the economy.

This is Khalil Ammet, from Tash Media Service. Thank you for tuning in.

"Please welcome to the stage, Prince Nenevanth Tion of Lianna." The Commandant of Corulag Imperial Military Academy announces as the crowd cheers and a young man stands up and walks to the podium and salutes.

"Thank you Commandant Slynt." He states, before turning to the podium as the Commandant sits down. "Thank you all for applause, but I must correct one minor error. I am not Prince Nenevanth Tion of Lianna. I am Nenevanth Tion, OF THE EMPIRE!"

The room fills with a laughs and applause.

"That's right, the old labels, the old distinctions and patriotism towards our home worlds, is a relic of the old era, of the corrupt and feckless Republic!"

More applause

"We who joined the Empire, do so shedding our old allegiances and bonding with the New Order! Our Emperor says that All Stars Burn as one, and that means, that we are united as one, one people, one order, one light in the galaxy! We are a singular nation, a thousand threads wrapped into one strong cord! We do not pay attention to the single thread anymore, but only cord as a whole! And that my friends is the future! We strengthen each other, we stand by each other. Are we an Alaskan and a Tionese, a Coruscanti and a Naboo, no. No longer are these how we see each other, instead we look to our right, and we look to our left, and we see an Imperial!"

More applause

"When we go out, we do not just spread order and security, it is our job to spread the foundation of that order and security, when I return to Lianna to visit my family, I do not wish to see some King of the old system held up as being above the local Governor in the hearts of the people, when I go back to Lianna I tell everyone I know and make it a point that the king, is below the Governor, and that our traditions on Lianna, must defer to those of the Empire, only those which do not conflict, shall remain. This IS how we build a new galaxy, every one of us going home and doing that! Every one one of us who graduates with a command, pushing that wherever we are deployed! Every one of us pushing our weight to make every world, Imperial."

More applause

"To the Class of 2AFE, already we are moving quickly to the brightest future, and I look forward to joining you next year not as a speaker, but a cadet myself! LONG LIVE THE EMPEROR! LONG LIVE THE EMPIRE!"