On ne passe pas!

Before the banner of the Republic, the call to war rings forth from the halls of the Senate.

Citizens, subjects, and free agents of the galaxy! The Crimson Empire is reaching their cold, cruel talons into the Core, scrabbling at our doors. These craven cultists promise nothing but death and destruction. No freedom, no honor, no order can exist under the Crimp thumb. We, the New Republic, call all who would stand to cast aside your differences and hold fast against the tide of chaos.

An ancient tongue, all but forgotten, stakes a proud claim: On ne passe pas!