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The stories above cover only events we've launched or participated in during the month of April. With a fun addition of some personal stories that were submitted by individual writers who wanted to showcase something they've worked on!
If you're interested in participating in stories like...
Yet another.
Groups were coming in to Kattada. And Vodet was fine with that. This world was a nice world. It was calm, it was warm. And there was ample water for all.
Plus, the jellies here were delicious. The ones that swam in the depths? Without predators until he arrived? Very good.
The...
That was the sixth time this week that the Tachyon Rising made its way back to the Sanctuary, with another ship in tow. The Sojourner was in a permanent posting at Xelec. There wasn’t much it could do out here, but it was serving as just that, a sanctuary. Xelec was a wild anomaly and with the...
In relation to: https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/the-rubicon-sith-order.185417/
The elevator rasped open with a reluctant shudder, exhaling stale, ion-tinged air into the forgotten antechamber. Serina Calis stepped into the gloom without hesitation, her heels striking the cracked duracrete...
The spire walls trembled with the force of her scream.
It wasn't loud—not really. The kind of scream that tore itself out of a throat unused to it, raw and broken and too human for a place built of silence and pressure seals. It echoed in the cavernous chamber of her private study, bouncing off...
The Royal Naboo Republic offers a diverse array of roles for those seeking to contribute to a brighter future in the Star Wars galaxy. Whether you yearn for the thrill of defending the Republic, the challenge of galactic politics, or the pursuit of enlightenment through the Force, Naboo welcomes...
Galactic Alliance Broadcast
From the Desk of the Chancellor, Fondor
"We are no strangers to heartache. To… uncertainty."
"The Galactic Alliance has endured its share. A Dark Bruise across the Core, not long ago. Coruscant teetered on the brink. Tython was lost, and our efforts to reclaim it...
The room was silent but for the faint hum of the hospital monitors. Afternoon light slanted through the window, turning everything to muted gold, but Eve barely noticed. Her hands rested in her lap, trembling slightly despite herself.
Today was the day.
The bandages were gone now. The healers...
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// BLACKNET FINALCAST – SIGNAL COLLAPSING
TO: Silent King
FROM: The Lyre
[Transmission splintered // Partial recoveries below.]
—Saijo—
fire... everywhere... no ranks left.
Board... gone.
Dark Pawns—out—swarming.
Fallen King shattered his crown—
Black Queen... moved. Cut him down...
The kidnapper had been Massassi, large, heavily tattooed, rough but not cruel. He'd taken Merion's cultic robes and left him suspended in a forcefield in what looked like a ritual chamber aboard an unfamiliar starship. A few months ago — before Kiev'ara and the Prism, before the Aing-Tii...
The door hissed open again. Another shift rotation ending, maybe. A few boots scuffed the floor—heavy, low-tread military pattern. Another off-duty patrol or a crew returning from deep-system perimeter checks. This was a mercenary bar. Everyone here had a reason not to speak. It was part of the...
She dreamed of Quinn Varanin again.
Not the battlefield. Not the throne rooms. Not the Sith or Jedi. Just the garden. That impossible, aching little corner of Jutrand where nothing sharp existed—where war was a rumor and ambition hadn't yet turned Serina Calis into something venomous.
The...
Lorn Reingard sat on the edge of his bed like gravity had suddenly remembered it owed him interest. His hands trembled, blood still caked beneath the nails. Not his, mostly. He hadn't even changed yet.
The Naboo night outside his quarters was quiet, mockingly so. The soft coo of a bird in the...
AN OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUE FROM THE IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
Clearance Code: Directive Aurum-17
Issued by the Office of Planetary Recruitment and Sector Mobilization
The galaxy burns. Lawless warlords carve up forgotten systems. Pirates plague the trade lanes. Politicians argue while the people...
Inside the Mind of Lorn
The dream doesn't bother pretending tonight. No illusion of peace. No sweet, rotting garden blooming from memory. Just a fractured world around Isla, cracked like glass held together by sheer will and the ragged edge of the Force.
She's standing when he arrives -...
"We come..."
Orn'om woke in a cold sweat, his sparce blankets clinging to him like a desperate lover. That sensation again. It felt so familiar in the Force, but so distant. A feeling of anxiety, stronger in his sleep than when he was awake, still clutched his heart in its cold grasp. He...
The Vale homestead had begun to stir with the quiet cadence of departure. Valery's voice drifted from indoors — soft, measured, speaking with Mariana in that tone Eve had come to associate with important things. Packing sounds followed. The rustle of linen, the shifting of gear.
But Eve had...
The Vale homestead had long since fallen into sleep.
Beyond its wooden walls, the silver fields of Eshan shimmered beneath the stars, not with frost or dew, but with something older, something ancient, as if the world itself was holding its breath.
Eve sat alone on the back porch, wrapped in a...
Beneath the crust of one of Polis Massa's many asteroids, in a laboratory carved from the ruins of silence and pressure, Serina Calis sat before her altar of rebirth. There was no natural light here—only the violet sheen of reactor cores thrumming with harvested decay, and the soft pulsing of...
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COMM-THREAD 72-B | ENCRYPTION: BLACK VEIL
TO: Curious Kitten
FROM: Little Red Dot
—Whispers say you've been tracing footprints that don't belong to you.
—Some echoes aren't meant to be chased, little stray. They bite back.
—If you're looking for answers, best speak to the mirror. Secondhand...