One you recognize as Revan and the other one looks like Malak, but he appears different somehow. A silver respirator circles his neck covering his mouth, and his skin looks pale and translucent. Malak's eyes are a mixture of yellow and red. The pair walk forward and shake hands with General Velria, a Zabrak who commands your ship, the Trevorian. After a curt nod, they turn towards the crowd and Revan steps forward.
"My colleagues, we live in dire times. For years we fought the Manadlorians, gave our blood to protect the Republic. But why? Why should we step forward when the weak and cowardly held off on protecting their own until it was on their doorstep?! Too long has this cancerous union been crippling the systems it holds onto. We, the strong of the galaxy, have thrown ourselves into peril to protect the weak and shepherd them to safety." Revan paused and panned his vision across the crowd.
"We step into a new era! Where the strong rule and we aren't afraid to face threats. We don't waste hours talking about anger, instead we embrace it! We use it! We are walking into a new age. Who here will walk with me?"
Velria immediately steps forward and salutes Revan. "Sir, you have led us and protected us when the Republic would have rather sat on its laurels and watched us perish. I stand by you." A resounding shout comes from the crowd and everyone around you salutes or cries out support for this new age.
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