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THE KAEL REPORT: The Language of an Undeclared AllianceNej leaves a comment on the spacebook page: damn thats crazy where the Imperials at #justiceforsmugglers -
End of the High Treasurer | The Sith Order"Madness," she growled as the reports continued to flow to the Dark Councilor of what had occurred at the Blackwall Gateway, "Madness and... -
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Eureka!I am sure that if I expand her family a bit I will be able to have continuity now. I really like the new way I’ve organized everything! You are...
OPENING THEME
By Joran Kael – The Kael Report
“Alliances are rarely forged by trust. More often, they are forged by exhaustion.”
DIARCHY–IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION SPACE — A CONVERGENCE WITHOUT DECLARATION
In a galaxy defined by fragmentation, two powers long shaped by parallel conflicts are...
Days before the official dismissal of the Galactic Alliance senate, the Office of the Diktat from the Corellian Confederation broadcast a speech. It was given from Coronet City at Capitol Tower Plaza on a sunny day. The Diktat seemed weathered and tired, though his grey eyes shone with...
I have felt it stir long before thought gave it a name; a low, crawling insistence beneath my ribs, like something buried alive that never stopped scratching. The Dark Side does not whisper to me anymore; it remembers me. In its memory is blood, and in my blood is purpose. I walk through...
Aether,
I'm sure you're inundated with calls and demands from within and without alike after your broadcast, so I'll keep this as brief as I can.
You did what was necessary to protect the core of what you took the mantle for. You stand on the precipice of a war that now stretches beyond...
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Forsaken Anoat bustled with activity.
Every day, streams of ships brought forth an endless stream of fresh slaves, fuel for the grinding machinery of war.
Darth Nefaron watched it all from his perch high above the black plains of his world, a world he had well and truly...
If you show us strength, we will test you.
A disturbance in the Force. HoloNet reports. A thousand hyperspace signatures.
The Tapani Sector burns.
Millions are dead, and millions more flee for safety. They bring with them fear and desperation, on top of what little they have that wasn't...
HOLONET NEWS EXCLUSIVE: SIBC CHAIRWOMAN KILLED BY DARTH STROSIUS
The Battle of the Powerbases
Reports confirmed that at approximately 0600 hours local time, The High Treasurer of the Sith-Imperial Banking Clan and purported heir of the Planet of Kuat, Elane II of Kuat was slain today by Darth...
The Imperial Palace was quiet at this hour. Only the soft shuffling of tireless functionaries meandering through the cavernous halls intruded upon the unbearable silence that otherwise ruled. Even the Imperial Praetorians, hallowed sentinels of the Sith Throne, nary moved a muscle as they...
Location: Desevro
The dorm was silent except for the holotransmitter. Ace sat on the edge of the narrow bed, elbows braced on his knees, shoulders slightly forward. Dead, dark eyes transfixed on what the transmission displayed.
Thump... Thump... Thump.
Ace didn't look away. He watched the way...
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Musings from the Seat of the Empress 903 ABY
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Srina Talon laughed.
It was a rare ghostly sound, almost sweet, were it not touched with something wicked that echoed in...
The Lothal Jedi Enclave rang with the soft hum of training sabers and the brighter sound of laughter. Pari Sylune moved lightly across the stone, her footwork playful rather than precise, meeting each of Larn's eager strikes with an easy parry. The boy lunged with all the seriousness a young...
The night had dragged on, as many did these days. The demotion had been beyond humiliating, but the humiliation of his indiscretion weighed far heavier. His wife no longer spoke to him. His children rarely lifted their eyes when conversation was necessary. All for what? A sip of a wine and...
(OOC- Takes place After “The Reality of the Force”)
There wasn’t a large collection of items that he gathered and put in the chamber. Mostly trinkets, Connel never cared about those unless they could help him in the field. Though there was this holocron that he took from Yavin IV. It was time...
OPENING THEME
By Joran Kael – The Kael Report
"Power reveals its limits most clearly when it chooses spectacle over restraint."
TARIS–MANDALORIAN–REPUBLIC SPACE — A TRIANGULATED ESCALATION
A sequence of three transmissions has reshaped the political atmosphere across multiple regions of the...
Citizens of the Imperial Confederation,
I do not normally make addresses or speak loudly on galactic affairs as my role as Supreme Commander is strictly a military role and not a political or diplomatic one. But in the wake of the recent escalation of tensions between the Mandalore and the...
Citizens of the Imperial Confederation,
I do not normally make addresses or speak loudly on galactic affairs as my role as Supreme Commander is strictly a military role and not a political or diplomatic one. But in the wake of the recent escalation of tensions between the Mandalore and the...
The transmission opens on a man, standing tall, back rigid facing away from the camera. The march of footsteps echoing as if in response to a “hammer’s clang”.
As the man turns around, the face of Diarch Reign is revealed. Green eyes hard, mouth set in a determined line.
“Aelira Vane”
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Citizens of the High Republic,
Today I address you with a sense of alarm that I do not choose lightly. A transmission was broadcast by Mand'alor the Iron that displayed the public crucifixion of civilians. This act was transmitted deliberately, theatrically, and without regard for the lives...
A MESSAGE TO THE DIARCHS
[ TRANSMISSION START ]
There is no image yet, only sound...
Only the dull thunder of a hammer striking nail with a patience that feels intentional rather than hurried. Blood slicks the grip, iron answers iron, and the rhythm demands attention before it ever offers...