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News CORE EXAMINER FASHION ALERT: DEFYING GRAVITYI hope you have a legal team better than Lysander’s.- Corazona von Ascania
INCOMING TRANSMISSION
CONNECTION TETHERED
SCANNING FOR FREQUENCIES....
ROUTING....
CONNECTION ESTABLISHED (IMPERIAL CENTER)
[SENDING]
To all Imperial citizens,
Of stations High and Low alike,
I bid my greetings from the Unclaimed Frontier - and bring tidings of great importance!
Read...
...You're still here.
…Yeah, I know you can still hear it. That's the problem.
...Lysander, get out. Seriously. Close the door.
...No. Don't say anything. Just leave.
…Alright.
Fatine.
If this sounds weird, blame your brother. He said I'd either say it now or keep thinking about it until it...
Recovered Holonet Entry — Origin Unknown
Classification: Unrestricted
Source: Personal Holo-Record
Timestamp: [Redacted]
The image stabilizes slowly. No laboratory. No insignia. No flags. Just Liin, framed deliberately at rest. Her shoulders are squared, her hands are folded, while her eyes...
FIRE IN THE HOLE
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You know, there's fire in the hole
And nothing left to burn...
A severed head went tumbling down the steps to the palace. There were so many steps that it took seemingly minutes for it to reach the plaza below, where a waiting waste management droid diligently...
OPENING THEME
By Joran Kael – The Kael Report
“Power does not always arrive to rule. Sometimes, it arrives simply to break what already exists.”
TAPANI SECTOR — VIOLENCE WITHOUT VISION
In a region long defined by aristocratic politics, mercantile leverage, and carefully balanced authority, a...
OPENING THEME
By Joran Kael – The Kael Report
"Power rarely announces itself with a declaration. More often, it arrives disguised as procedure."
CORELLIA — ORDER ARRIVES BEFORE CONSENT
The confrontation above Corellia did not begin with a shot.
It began with a cordon.
Imperial warships of...
I have always believed anatomy is a scripture written in flesh, a blasphemous gospel that begs to be read with a blade instead of reverence. To others, the body is sacred or sentimental; to me, it is a map of truths hidden beneath skin, a puzzle whose answers only reveal themselves when silence...
Get up . . . I won't let a stone take my glory.
Formations of Miy'til starfighters escorting Sabaoth hex bombers soared passed the viewport. Hundreds of them. The Hapans and Vahlans of the Blazing Chain made their advance toward Coruscant, an armada filled with Sabaoth destroyers, Hapan...
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Months before Event Horizon
Efret wandered down the vaulted halls of the aviary.
Nirrah, as always perched on her right shoulder, nuzzled her face into the lorrdian's cheek and gave her a series of chattering play bites. It had been more than a decade since Nirrah had seen...
DIRTY WORK
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Times are hard
You're afraid to pay the fee…
Someone had overplayed their hand. There was to be an attack from some new band of Sith squatting on the border. The treasury had been ordered into an uproar and now it was becoming common (though acutely...
The flickering of hyperspace's beautiful, terrible mottle lit the harsh lines of Vesper Thrace's face. She stood, alone but for the closest thing she had to a friend and loyal footsoldier, Tavi Corvask. They were the only two witnesses to the transmission they had just received. Even then, with...
SYSTEM SHOCK : EMPTY THE ACCOUNTS
Germon-Sacks Financial Center | Coruscant
"Purge Everything....Leave Nothing Behind" - Partial Transmissions from Imperial Treasurer Aggadeen Myi
The Germon-Sacks Financial Center has long stood as the unwavering heart of renewed Imperial Commerce after the...
I do not hunt the Jedi as one hunts animals, nor even as one hunts men. I hunt them as one hunts a lie that has learned to breathe. I feel them long before I see them; a pressure behind the eyes, a sanctimonious stillness that reeks of false peace. They walk cloaked in restraint, convinced the...
“Twelve cities of men I've stormed and sacked from shipboard,
eleven I claim by land, . . .
And from all I dragged off piles of splendid plunder”
In the depths of the Hapes nebula, a vast armada gathered. No might of a nation this, but an assembled horde. Ships of all sizes crowded thick about...
CHANGE OF THE GUARD
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If you live in this world…
They moved like machines. It was, after all, what they had been reduced to. The tactical agents had sunken eyes and sallow skin, with black veins visible along the face and neck. There was not so much as a twitch of the mouth between...
GILLEM
He had ridden across the sands for some time, following the trail as best as he could. The wind had picked up covering spots, making it harder to track. His journey started just before dawn, it was now pushing high noon before something caught his eye.
“What the hell?”
He stopped the...
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...