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FatineI'll keep an eye on the Dreadnought you parked in the Vergeworks. Mainly to make sure Fatine von Ascania doesn't vandalize it o7
RIS Office
The office had settled into a rhythm with him alone in it as keys clicked, datapads humming, and the quiet scratch of the stylus when he needed to sketch out connections. Cassian stylus moved about in the away of circling names and drawing arrows across the datapad. He pushed one...
"You can stand to see the Imperial flag reign across the galaxy?"
“It’s not a problem if you don’t look up.”
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On Sacorria, Subcitizen Cierra Typhe wakes at 4:00 AM. Her six allotted hours of sleep are over, and it’s time to begin her...
There is rain now.. pelting down upon the courtyard in front of the high mountain fastness of the Crucible. The cold air and downpour seeming to add to the solemnity of the occasion. The area, lit only now by lights placed strategically throughout, showcases a large platform. Erected...
To the People of Lazerian IV, to our friends beyond our stars, and to the governments who watch the shifting tides of the galaxy,
For many years, Lazerian IV has stood among the member-worlds of the Galactic Alliance, bound by the hope of common cause, mutual defense, and the preservation of...
Location: Odessen - Odessen Outpost
The Odessen forest stretched around him, damp earth and shifting leaves muffling the world beyond. Acier knelt in the clearing, not with his lightsaber in hand but with eyes closed, palms steady against the soil. No drills today. No remotes. Just the Force...
An image of the Imperial Fleet transmitted from an Elomin diplomatic ship before it was destroyed
Recently, local authorities from Elom have raised alarms following the sudden appearance of a mysterious Imperial fleet at the outskirts of the Elom System. This fleet, comprised of an uncertain...
SITH COVENANT
From the Great Hunt, a Covenant is born.
A Sith war camp gathers to plan a war against the Jedi.
Become part of this story, Sith and Jedi both - a conflict that was always meant to be. The Struggle between Light and Dark. The strife that shapes all.
The Sith Covenant is a...
"How is she?"
"She's well, she ask after you often."
"That's good." Aiden showed a small smile, and the thought after did warm his heart. He wondered what it would be like, to have her come stay with him. The house would be less empty, having Cora, Makko and Roman over, the laughter and banter...
The amphitheater smelled of copper and incense. Torchlight reflected off the marble tiers, where Eliad's nobles leaned forward with liquored mirth as the sand below grew redder with every strike.
Thessaly sat stiffly, a cascade of expansive fabrics and pearls meant to disguise the rawness of...
Parrlay
9 years of age
The dressing chamber was vast enough to swallow her whole. Walls panelled in dark wood, polished until they reflected the lamplight. High windows veiled with gauze draperies, faint evening sun seeping through in pale ribbons. The smell of beeswax and starched linen...
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The Swan of Solleu
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Dearest Readers,
At long last, Naboo has its king - and with him, a coronation wrapped in triumph, calculation, and the sort of pageantry one might...
TAGGE AGAINST THE MACHINE
VOTE TAGGE
FOR CHANCELLOR
Paid for by the Tagge for Chancellor Committee
The Temple on Tython has fallen silent, the Enclave on Kattada burns, and the Alliance crumbles.
Though defeated and scattered, the Jedi are not destroyed. They run and gather in their hidden places. In time, if left alone, they will rebuild and muster renewed strength - this cannot be...
The wind cut cold against his sweat, and for the first time he felt the full bite of his wounds. His thigh throbbed with every heartbeat, his arm burned where the blade had carved him, and his chest heaved as though every breath had to be dragged from stone. He took one step, then another, sand...
The sound reached him first, a shift of sand, softer than the surf, but wrong. Not the tide, not the night wind. Something moving where nothing should. Cassian's head snapped up, the fog of drink clinging a half-second too long, but habit took over. His hand fell to the weapon at his belt even...