You were a powerhouse. You founded the most tight-knit server in this game, where Coordinating Confusion, Systems CommonWealth, UMBRA, Nightmare Squadron and many others would look forward to facing off in PvP or grouping up for Ops. The empire was one large, dysfunctional family full of entertainment from the likes of ruler Zod or the one and only Hollyhox. The republic was home of the underdogs, full of grit and determination, proudly and unapologetically pulling off a win-streak in 8v8s or a clutch in an Arena. Other toxic and jealous servers laughed you off at face value, simply for the fact that you were strong enough to handle both RP and PvP. But that didn't stop you. You took advantage of your small population and embraced this closeness, and what you achieved was incomparable. Even with a steady decline in population, we thought it would be fine, and worst case scenario we would just merge with Ebon Hawk.
Then, everything changed when the Bioware nation attacked. Adding insult to injury, they put server transfers on sale. As a result, fear and paranoia built up in what was once a great community. Internal struggle led to the falling out of guilds and desperate, rash thinking. Transferring was a quick escape to the majority of us and it was the easiest solution. You offered so much to us, yet we ungratefully abandoned you.
For a while now, next to nothing has been left of you, yet somehow after all that's happened, you're still standing. That last leg you stand on is the legacy you've built. You didn't deserve any of this, and for that I am sorry.
RIP JUNG MA, you will forever be in our hearts.