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I knew some of the Palace history, but not the bit about Jaade crashing that barge. That's good lore, right there.
"Do not be one to let the WAR come to you. There is always choice, for as much as your heart knows, there is always hope."
In the Core Worlds and the Outer RimThere's a growing notion that our future's grimConditioned to respond to all the mythsThat there's no way to reason with zealous SithDarth Malgus said we will bury youI don't subscribe to this point of viewIt would be such an ignorant thing to doIf the Empire loves their children tooHow can I save my little boyFrom Grand Moff Kilran's deadly toysThere is no monopoly in common senseOn either side of the political fenceWe share the same cosmologyRegardless of ideologyBelieve me when I say to youI hope the Empire loves their children tooThere is no historical indecencyThat puts the blame on the senate for the TreatyThere's no such thing as a winnable warIt's a lie that we don't believe anymoreThe Jedi say we will protect youI don't subscribe to this point of viewBelieve me when I say to youI hope the Empire loves their children tooWe share the same cosmologyRegardless of ideologyWhat might save us, me, and youIs that the Empire loves their children too
The recording starts up to static, then squelch as it comes to focus on a single male human voice. The voice sounds deep and gravely, breathing heavily before making a dark chuckle. Any video that might have accompanied the recording has long been destroyed. "I was - am - the last of the heavy armor recon strikers. Heh. Ironic, really. This outer band of outposts was where we fundamentalists were gonna make our big stand. Where we were to say that if there weren't gonna be any more temples, no more Jedi or Republic... Then by God there wasn't gonna be any more Empire. Not on this rock."The sounds of distant combat come over more clearly as the man narrating coughs in pain, then lets out yet another chuckle. Blaster fire and far off screams increase sharply in frequency before silencing out a moment later."Yeah... This was the last real fight on Alderaan, and I loved it."A muffled explosion comes through and cuts off the beginning of the narrator's next sentence. It sounds clear that the recording was made in some sort of underground or clearly fortified bunker, with the battle taking place just on the other side of the battlements. A few moments of deep rumbling follow before he speaks up again - now panting slightly."I don't regret dying in it. I'm a warrior, a mercenary - even if an idealistic one. We don't lay down and die, crap out in a comfy yacht armchair with a gold digger wife and tick-like kids dripping all over us. Heh, no. We just fall out on the field. You hear this, you remember those who fight. All any of us care for."Another closer explosion rocks the narrator and jars the recording, pained grunts and curses claiming several of the next few moments. The man on the recording breathes increasingly heavier."My name... Is Fenrir."The sound of an opening being breached with force rings clear, and this time the shouts of battle are closer than ever. The narrator screams in return to his assailants before blaster fire and the hum of vibro-blades overwhelm the microphone. There is a final explosion, squelch and pained cries, then nothing. The recording ends.