Since the inception of the Republic, Corellia has always proudly followed its own path, occasionally at the expense of the larger galactic community. It is a fiercely independent world governing a fiercely independent sector that has traditionally been inward-looking, detached from seismic political events that have reshaped the galaxy time and again.
Corellia and four other planets orbit the star of Corell in the Corellian sector. The entire system is an astrophysical curiosity, an enigmatic relic possibly left behind by an incredibly advanced ancient culture. As unlikely as it seems, all five planets are habitable, and floating between the fifth and sixth planets -- Tralus and Talus, the Double Worlds -- is an immense artifact known as Centerpoint Station. It is an unimaginably ancient device floating at the gravitic balance point between both worlds. Some xenoarchaeologists posit that Centerpoint was employed by an ancient, incredibly powerful culture to move the planets of the Corellian system into place.
Corellia is known as the "Elder Brother" of the system, serving as the administrative center not only for its "Brother planets" Drall, Selonia, Talus and Tralus, but also the entire sector.
The Elder Brother is in trouble. It is our duty to come to his defense.
As all of you know, Corellia has been occupied by the Hated Enemy, the Ne'Kressis. With every hour that passes, more and more of the planet is being stolen, not only from Corellians, but from the galaxy. Thousands of
years of history is being ground under the invading heal of this menace.
It has been said that all space-routes lead to Coruscant. If
that's true, then they surely must all start at Corellia. One would be hard pressed to find someone without some Corellian blood in them, so widespread is the influence of the planet.
Corellia does not belong to his inhabitants or to his system, because Corellia is a part of all of us. That part has been stolen. That part that doesn't want to know the odds, the part that will drink any and everything in the bar, even if it would better serve as an engine degreaser. It's gone.
And I, for one, want it back. So let this serve as a warning to you, Ne'Kressis Invader. A warning to you, aberration of all that is right with the galaxy. To you, thief.
You will vacate the planet, and you will leave it as you found it.
Otherwise, we'll come and take it from you.
And I don't mean the New Republic.
I mean the galaxy.
Edited 12:55am, December 09 by Navy-General Coltar, author.
