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Epilogue: The Wedding of Starlin and IsoldaI've been working to bring some older unused characters' stories to a conclusion. Starlin's is now officially done, which means I will probably... -
System Shock: Dear SisterTo: Lysander von Ascania Subject: RE: Revenge Lysander, Ukatis was once the site of revenge. What I fear most is not the Sith – it is the loss... -
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... -
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”
a beat...
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...
"What am I looking at?" The Councilor of Ziost drew a sigh from his peer, the Councilor of Dromund Kaas, at the question but she didn't look up from reading the datapad that she had been glancing over for the past hour or so. "He calls it an 'experiment' if you want the official response." Kaas...
Location: Desevro
The room was small, utilitarian, barely worthy of the word sanctum. Ace leaned forward, palms braced against the sink, his breath was slow and measured as water traced thin lines down the steel and vanished into the drain.
The reflection stared back without flinching. He...
HOLONET NEWS EXCLUSIVE: CHAOS ON STENNAROS
The Uprising Begins
Reports confirmed that at approximately 0400 hours local time, over 80% of the labor and security droids within the Sith Order's primary logistics hub on Stennaros turned on their biological overseers. What began as a localized...
Kinley Pryse sat sideways in the pilot's chair, boots braced against the console, the hum of the ship's systems filling the quiet like a heartbeat. The cockpit lights were low, just enough to paint everything in soft amber and shadow. She hadn't bothered to clean the blood off her knuckles yet...
A Message For Cerys Dyn
Transcript via Datapad, sent via Holonet.
Cerys,
I don't know where you are, nor why you feel you need to evade me.
Being on the run from the Jedi is one thing; I've been there and can relate, but I never had any intention of forcing you to come back to the High...
A child is born. Its parents are simple, hardworking folk. Most of the folk on Chandrila are, despite the planet's wider galactic reputation. Someone has to tend the fields; that's the Mother. And someone has to repair all of the machines; that's the Father. They don't make a lot of money, but...
The balance of power in the galaxy has shifted. Chaos reigns as opportunists lay waste to entire worlds taking advantage of the lack of order in the galaxy, bringing destruction wherever they go and leaving entire worlds in ruin.
Now more than ever do the people of the galaxy require...
GILLEM
Blood on the Sand PT.2
TATOOINE
Gillem threw his duster over one of the chairs in the boys living quarters of his home, then sat on the couch. A lot of travel, a lot of heat in one day. He was beat. Thankfully the domed home was partially underground keeping the place cool. Moisture...
GILLEM
Blood on the Sand Pt.1
The sun beared down on everything here. The wind howled as the sand stirred. Every now and then you would hear whistling.
Some people would say it's the ghost of settlers, trying to find their way home from the deserts.
Heh, I always thought that was just...
Pari Sylune moved through the healing wing of the Shiraya Sanctuary with the quiet purpose of someone who had learned that urgency did not need to be loud. The halls were always full now, with stretchers lining the curved walls, low voices murmuring in pain or prayer, the soft hum of medical...
Contruum
It was tradition. And it was the only thing Adelle had left.
Life Day. Her parents traditionally made ryshcate to celebrate. Her old Order used to have exhibitions. Karre Noba's farm decorated a massive tree in its center.
Adelle set down the plate of ryshcate on the sofa and the...
Not To Distant Future
Ukatis
0200
The first of them stepped out of the treeline like a stain bleeding through fabric. No footfall, now crunch of the earth beneath their boots. Just a shape coalescing where there had been only shadow. A hooded figure, tall, narrow, raised a hand and the air in...
Snowpeak Sanctuary slept uneasily. The hangar lay open to the mountains, its great doors framing a sky the colour of bone and frost. Cold air drifted through in slow, steady breaths, carrying the scent of ice and stone and engine oil. Eve stood at its threshold and knew, with a clarity that...
"I don't understand, Eevee..."
Mariana's voice was quiet, threaded with confusion. She stood near the hearth with her hands dusted in flour, the fire low and steady behind her, as if the world beyond the stone walls had not just shifted under their feet. Eve did not soften.
"It isn't safe...
I have been roleplaying for eighteen years - nineteen in February. My very first character was Katarine Ryiah, and throughout this long writing life she has been a source of constant, aching tension. From the very beginning, I didn't love her story, but I loved her, so I kept her. And as I have...