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Imperial Communique #698895.76qMaris Veyra Unfortunately it is becoming a meme to laugh react to whatever Sully posts. -
Imperial Communique #698895.76qThis is a super awesome decree! Love it! Dunno why folk are ha-ha reacting to something this based contingency. -
THE GREAT GALACTIC UNIFIERNormally I'd say keep my family out of this and then i realize my most renown relatives is a space redneck and a submissive royal guard. -
THE GREAT GALACTIC UNIFIERI'm surprised you learned such a big word. Or did you have to just look up a term that was a synonym for your relatives in a thesaurus?
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Major Faction Quorum Magazine Issue No. 01: Magistrate Corvalis Warns of "Denon Dependency"Reminds me of the essays I used to write as Professor Nimdok, compiling threads and various...- Gram Arranda
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Darkness, and the Light.Really enjoyed this short story. Aiden is one of my favourite characters to both read and write...- Feng Huang
Spyspire Veins- Office of Larson Bizgo
Making a Mountain Out of A Vaaldredge Hill
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The thin air of the mountain tops was harder to breathe than Adonis had expected. His beskar'gam's life-support systems usually handled conditions like this, but today...
LOCATION: Naboo, Rori Museum of Natural History.
PRESENT COMPANY: Balun Dashiell, Makai Dashiell, Pheobe Dashiell.
ADDITIONAL INFO: Set during the thread "You Belong In A Museum".
At such a young age, Kellan Dashiell was still ignorant of certain aspects of life. For example, when looking at...
From the writings of Brooke Waters, Farseeker of the Blue Coral Divers;
Sisters and Brothers;
I’m writing this to help collect thoughts and provide some information to the rest of you. In my travels around the galaxy I have seen a lot, and collected data. A lot of data. Some of it is...
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The Battle of Brosi was supposed to be the beginning of the end for the Sith Order, and it shall remain so. While the Sith might have kept us at bay for now, they cannot stop the relentless march of the Imperial Armed Forces. We will return for Brosi and it will fall, for we are the rightful...
Cassian sat at the far end of the bar, his posture loose but overall heavy. He was carrying a weight no one could see. His jacked was lightly creased showing small signs of wear, the insignia of House Abrantes medallion glimmered in the faint light of the bar. In front of him, a half-empty glass...
DAVEN ASTRONA
44%
MARCELLAN SORELLE
42%
DOMINIC PRAXON
14%
NABOO ELECTION WATCH – LIVE HOLOFEED
Anchor 1 – Tano Felorin:
"Welcome back to our continuing coverage of the Naboo senatorial race. The latest numbers have just come in. Daven Astrona is holding a narrow lead at...
"I know what I ask of you isn't something easy...the hardest things require the strongest of wills. I know you to be good, strong and true. I can trust no one else with this task, do you understand."
Cassian nodded, but he was essentially hollow inside. What was being asked of him, went against...
The dual doors were shut and Cassian Abrantes took a seat next before his father.
"First thing is the security of our home and the people that are within it. I will see to it that our household guard numbers are increased. We will run background checks, cross reference with all database to...
SHIRAYA'S SANCTUARY
NABOO
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After that late gathering at the Hirata Enclave on Atrisia, much of the High Council had hardly returned to Naboo before setting out again, splitting off in different directions: some to a diplomatic summit, while others headed up a raid on what...
Night lay heavy over the mountains, the world outside washed in silver light. The office was quiet but for the faint scratch of pen on parchment, and the occasional soft clink as she set her teacup down. Isari slept at her feet, the slow rise and fall of her breathing matching the hush in the...
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Holo message transmission for Master Valery Noble,
I'm heading to Iridonia for a while. I guess there isn't much more I can say other than that right now. I need time. I don't know what I'm looking for, or even if I'll find it, but I know I can't stay where I am. This...
Presenting your Cataclyst Raider
Speed. Toughness. Unmatched flexibility, apart from that slinky Gran you met on Felucia.
Spacers: Come get your Cataclyst.
"Magnum Praeceptum."
The holofeed stuttered, then sharpened into a screaming banner.
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THE RING IS LIVE. THE CROWD IS RABID. THE FLOOR IS ELECTRIFIED.
A sizzle of audio...
Merisya ran into the solar with wet hair plastered to her cheeks and bare feet slapping on polished stone. There was joy in every movement she made. Unfiltered, she was free, happy and every corridor of the palace was known to her. Including where her mother would be this time a day. The sound...
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" My name is Feridade Parthi, Senator of Eshan, and a representative of the Galactic Alliance. I am sending this message under duress knowing that the Empire may attempt to silence my voice, in the hopes that it will reach those who still have the will to fight back...
"Father, I know this is the last thing we need right now."
Cassian watched as his father shook his head and stared out the window. He was silent for the most part, his father ever the strong and standing beacon of their house. Since he was first able to pick up a weapon he trained as hard as he...
Conflo Fabricor - The Pistil
The void stretched endlessly beyond the curved theadian viewport of Niki Priddy’s private office aboard the station, the stars hanging in silence above the slow, steady rotation of the deep space station. From here, in the Mid Rim, the galaxy’s chaos felt distant...
The Harbinger of Absolution hung in one of the spaces between systems and stars, drifting slowly through Wild Space as its crew milled about and conducted their usual maintenance tasks. Deep within its bowels sat a lone room, occupied only by a large table of dark stone as well as the chairs...