From:vlaDeSH
To:*Galactic-Enquirer
Stardate:19991206.2253
Subject:Imperial Statement

As if consumed in fire, the burning emblem of the Klingon Empire appears upon your screen with a background of obsidian-black. Powerful and ominous it looms on the massive holo-monitors on stations and homeworlds, its crimson, yellow, and green colors assaulting the eyes with sharp contours.
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Flickering, the emblem fades only to display a dimly lit chamber, a massive room, lined by great torches and whose aft ends in a tall dais, surmounted by a great chair, the Imperial flag hung above it. There is a thin layer of smoke that filters through the shadowy corners of the chamber, and voices murmur as suddenly a broad Klingon appears on the screen. With his back facing the camera, his gray leathered robe and dark boots rustling from every step, he approaches the seat of the Empire only to sit upon it. Clearing his throat, he eyes all with a heavy suspicion, his brow furrowed, his lips pressed tight. Gesturing then to those viewers who are watching, he speaks, sweat rolling down his trimmed goatee and mustache, keeping them tightly wound together. "Citizens of the galaxy and of the Empire. Today is a glorious day for the High Council, and a victory for our kind. In an effort to stabilize our economy swiftly, we have secured several new treaties with the proud and honorable people of the Federation -- our allies of old. No longer is our bond severed, for today we come together once more to defend our space! A defense treaty has been signed, and a trade treaty. Together, these two treaties with the concessions made during the Hellesport summit, will once more make the Klingon Empire an empire to be feared within the Alpha Quadrant, an Empire of glory and majesty, of strength and respect! Furthermore, the Council has honored greatly our Chancellor, M'erc epetaI' charghwI', son of Kah'aq, for he has done well to reconstruct our foundations. Yet, it is time for a Chancellor who will not guide his people on a path of purely war, but who can balance the concept of economics and the Empire's resources as well. I, aj' Krotoc epetaI' GouR'l have performed dutifully my service for the Empire for over thirty years, serving upon the High Council. It is the opinion of the Council, and I have cautiously accepted, to institute myself as the new Chancellor and to retain the services of our greatest Chancellor for many an age, M'erc, within the Council itself. We are once more unified, capable, and determined to defend our way of life and our interests. Let the galaxy now, the Klingon Empire is not dead, it is reborn!" Nodding then his head, Krotoc gestures once more towards the camera, only to let the broadcast fade to an ending, the emblem of the Klingon Empire again displayed momentarily before blipping to black.