The Emperor is dead, the second Death Star destroyed, the Galactic Empire is crumbling and the New Republic advancing everywhere. You are one of these Imperial Remnant states, trying to preserve Imperial order and sovereignty against the rise of a New Republic.
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.