"You know, my days working for the Empire were among the most fulfilling and job afirming experiences of my life. Sure there were the occasional genocidal moments but lets face it the universe is teeming with life. A good friend of mine recently shot a protocol robot, a basic gold model, you know the type, and it could speak over six million languages. Six million! No droid lives long enough to need to speak six million languages. At least they dont when my platoon are about,har,har. Yet people will insist on giving us a hard time, always pointing out the marginal things we get wrong and blatantly ignoring all the things we get right.But Oh, you destroy one peaceful planet which has no weapons (Ooops, my bad, "had" no weapoms. It is , after all, now just space dust.) and you get branded as The Evil Empire.Well, just you consider this; What you might call "evil" some one else might consider well ordered.And we can all use a little order. A New Order. Anytime now..."
Corville Bampht. Speeder-Bike Pilot.Coruscant Imperial Division.
