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A journey of a thousand light years, begins with a single...This is the beginning of a LONG arc I am taking this guy on. Thanks for reading, hopefully it will be worth your time. -
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Trust in TalkingI really relate to this. I think we have all done things we aren't proud of. Sometimes we get too emotional and this is good advice to follow.
02.14 hrs, local time
Adelle still felt the distant heat of the fires in her skin, still heard the echo of screams, as she jerked awake. Her skin still prickled with terror and it took a while for her to bring her heartrate down, hands gripping the sweat-soaked sheets. Na'an would have been...
"The fundamental flaw of this galaxy is simple, yet so many fail to recognize it. Those of fact, logic, and science will call it midichlorian. Microscopic bacteria found in nearly every living organism. Those of faith and of the practice, Jedi and Sith and that fall between, call it the Force...
Ordinarily, one expects a certain solemnity after committing a final testament to record. A reckoning, perhaps—a quiet reweighing of one's life, one's failures, one's worth. It is much like the stories told of those dying of hypothermia: after the agony, after the violent shivering, comes a...
[Recording Begins...]
"It's strange, truly.
To be entombed here — severed from the Force, buried beneath my own lineage — should have killed me. No conquest to pursue, no empires to unmake, no minds to bend beneath my will. Just stillness. Silence. The kind that would have reduced a lesser...
Various vocal recordings would be sent through the Galaxy to a select few individuals, who in most cases (with the exception of Acier) would also find some form of package delivered to them.
To: "Acier Moon...Moonbound? Moonblood? Acier Moonbound Kark I've always been bad with names...Wait, is...
"It's the big empty: the galaxy. A dark and cold vacuum that separates these rocks we called worlds. An unforgiving and relentless galaxy that's pulses from its center out, stretching beyond the known and into the void. This is the canvas upon which I will build my vision. This is where I will...
Episode 0002: Fracture Lines
Morning light filters through the glass corridors of Callistran Tower, but the atmosphere remains heavy after Liora's shocking return. Selene maintains a pristine calm in public, yet behind closed doors her composure begins to splinter.
"You could have warned me,"...
Aruza, a planet that had become a corrupt and decadent society in the last few years. Corporations now controlled the world, governments were merely figureheads charged with peacekeeping between the corporate lords. People were pawns in a game of numbers, debts formed shackles that kept the...
Chandrila had been good to her.
Unlike the rest of the galaxy, Chandrila had never tried to fashion her into something small. It had not despised her, or used her, or cast her out when she refused to bow. It simply held up a clear, unforgiving surface—its lakes, its quiet dawns, its maddening...
File: NØVA//CITADEL-OP/ARK-ONE
Encryption: Astra-0 | Quantum Cascade
Failsafe Route: Auto-dispatch → "PeachFuzz_Beta"
(Her jaw ticks when she says it. She still hates that she coded it that way.)
The holofeed boots with a distortion ripple — so overloaded with encryption that the image lags...
Access Level: Cipher-Black // Eclipse-Lock // Heart-Crypt
Encryption: Neural Fracture Scramble + Triple Salt Quantum Submerge + Auto-Wipe on Unauthorized Playback
Status: Private. For my eyes only. Ever.
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….
Feed boots in violently this time — a glitchy jump, like the recorder hesitated...
Access Level: Cipher-Black
Status: Private | Off-Network | Zero Echo Trails
Feed crackles on. The cam stabilizes just enough to make her look good in the way people don't notice they look good — tired, real, neon shadows under her eyes. She's sitting on the floor this time, back against a...
Kayrce; the Chiss who had more recently been noted by members of the senate as the shadow constantly behind the Malastare senator, was already at the table as Ravion entered the office of his Naboo based manor house. He noted her holo-screens fanned out around her in a geometric bloom of blue...
[RECORDED ON ENDOVAR]
Fate is… Fate. You cannot fight it, cannot outrun it--it simply exists. . .
As constant as Life and Death themselves. A thread that binds us one moment, then severs us the next, shaping us into what we must become.
All of this makes me sound like a Monk, but it does not...
Loctation: Duro, Bburru Station
Bburru Station had a more limited selection of vendors for Ko to choose from. Finding nutritious and fluid food was one of those annoying everyday type problems that came with wearing a breath mask all of the time. He had finally found a place that was serving...
Episode 0001: The Return
The premiere opens with the Callistran tower gleaming over the city skyline as a tense board meeting unfolds behind glass walls. Investors grow restless while company matriarch Selene Callistran maintains her calm veneer, insisting that stability is an illusion they can...
By Imperius, Lord Indomitus
There is an old myth whispered by the naïve and the hopeful: that the Force is harmony, that it binds all life in luminous serenity. That peace is its aim, and balance its benevolent promise. This myth is the cradle-song of fools—Jedi acolytes with empty palms raised...
. . . I N C O M I N G
T R A N S M I S S I O N . . .
"What is society? What is law? What is... order? Does anyone know? Do the Jedi and their self-righteous ways know what peace is? Do the Sith in their arrogant ways know what order is? Do you, my dear friend, know what justice is?
This galaxy...
Makeb-Talaos City
Evening Time
Cassian felt the danger a half-second before it manifested, just enough time for instinct, discipline, and fury to tighten into a single sharpened thread.
The first bolt seared past his cheek as he pivoted, cloak snapping behind him. In the dark alleyway, four...