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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
Mezokara
There was something out here.
Jorus knew it. That is why he ventured out to this area of the galaxy nearly two decades ago. But it was not just the beautiful coral reefs that caught his eye. The Force was strong on this moon in ways that even Okkeus had not seen before. Like there was...
The planet of Ord Providence has been left in shambles following an unexpected incident that unfolded in a matter of hours. Jedi representatives present as well as a Godoan soldier cadet, Holdam Kyo, were successfully evacuated from the capital of Ord Providence, Provenia, reporting the...
Fate
(Following the events of Dawn of the Plasma Wars)
Lorn lay sprawled across the bed, the coarse sheets clinging to his sweat-drenched skin. The room at Shiraya's Rest was modest, sparsely furnished, stone walls and a single window through which the faint light of day pressed in. That...
It had been some time since the 'Storm Trooper Act of 902 ABY' had passed in the assembly, but it took even longer for enough palms to be greased to actually put it into effect. As per Kaila Irons proposal, a 'Federal' Legion was being created to both support existing Legions, and form a...
On this thirteenth day of Florentis, the Kingdom of Devit, representing the world of Lazerian IV, does hereby make the following request:
We solemnly request that any corporation that manufacturers starships, or any entity that represents a major shipyard, present to us a list of qualifications...
OOC: This is my attempt to write down the many bits of religious gibberish Lirka spouts off about into one, semi-understable, document
The Way of the Strong is a set of philosophical and religious guidelines created by the Once-Sephi Lirka Ka, the survivalist principles established during...
“For too long, we have lingered in the shadows of history.
But ‘Mandalore remembers…’”
A holographic helm of iron and crimson had appeared in a message, available across all major channels within the Holonet.
“…When our people stretched across the stars, a paragon of life and death. When our...
Mama,
I'm sorry it's been a while since my last message. Life at the temple has been non-stop! But everything has been wonderful here.
I have so much to tell you, I'm not even sure where to begin. It's probably best I just talk to you about it all in-person. I have some special news.
I got...
THE WANDERING PROPHET
THE TEMPLE OF POMOJEMA
MIMBAN
Sometime prior to Shatterpoint
It was ideal, in a way, that the amplification site known as the Temple of Pomojema was deep in the jungles of Mimban, rather than anywhere else more comfortable. The humidity could wear down all but the most...
Internal data log, #000000#ERROR# Integer overflow. Please see a technician for reset.
Gray. That's what I remember of that place. An endless astral sea of gray. Though it was nearly a standard millennium ago now, I remember, as clearly as if it were yesterday. The creature's visit today made...
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The air on Rakata Prime was thick with humidity, the endless storm clouds rolling overhead casting everything in muted shades of blue and gray. The training grounds were mostly empty this late at night, save for two figures...
Proreus Sonntre Hyndus sighed as his head finally hit the stiff yet inviting pillow atop his bed, his half-lidded gaze locked onto the stark metal ceiling above him for a moment before they slid closed. It had been a stressful day, to say the least. His first day as the captain of a ship was...
902 ABY:
The Sparks of Rebellion Have Ignited—Prakith Rises
Oppressed. Exploited. Forgotten. The miners of Prakith were left to suffer—until the Foundation gave them a reason to rise.
Now, they fight not just for survival, but for revolution.
For months, the Foundation has worked in the...
With a heavy heart, we acknowledge the passing of Queen Kha'la Daaray of the Hapes Consortium. Despite recent controversies, she was a beloved and deeply respected leader, revered by her people and well known to the Kingdom of Devit. We mourn alongside the Hapan people in this time of loss. Our...
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The compound that she found herself in was different than most others. It...seemed more proper for civilian rather than military, yet she had been called her all the same. Alana Calloway stood near one of the massive...
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The air in the Imperial compound was cold, metallic, and sterile—just the way it was meant to be. Alana Calloway stood at attention, her red eyes fixed forward, her posture rigid with the discipline drilled into her very bones. A...
For years, a merciless, cruel Scourge has swept across Tygara and Arkas, bringing poverty, misery and suffering wherever it goes. This Scourge has a name, Firemane. Firemane has denied us our most elemental rights. they can use us as cannon fodder and pillage the wealth of our country. Firemane...
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??-?-901 ABY
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I am a loyal servant of the Sith Order. This is what I’ve been told, and this is what I believe. My training is complete, my skills honed to...
The air in the Crucible of Order hung thick with the scent of ozone and burnt metal. Zara, Archon of Light, barely registered it. Her senses were consumed by the rhythmic clash of twin lightsabers against durasteel, the hiss and crackle of deflecting blaster fire. Her breath hitched, a ragged...
Entry #002:
Datapad Log Initiated
The Force feels…muddy. Like trying to see through a transparisteel viewport covered in grime. It used to be so clear, so vibrant. Now, it's just a constant, dull thrum of anxiety. I can feel my father, you know? Not literally, but…his influence. It's like a...