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“I found it! I found the new frequency!” A voice called out to the small gathering in the basement.
Heads raised up and looked to a rushing human, who placed a holovid projector on the table. “Brilliant, let’s see this message again!” A voice muttered in excited whisper, as if raising their...
THE ARKANIAN'S SOFA
The far end of the room stuttered to life with holographic images flickering as footage rewound itself.
"Alor Carduul. You ever play shockball as a young pup? Boxing? Any o' that?"
The Arkanian stood in the middle of the room with a bottle of alcohol in one hand and the...
Featuring Velda Nar-Donna
༺═───⋆༻ ⚜ BRANDYN ⚜ ༺⋆───═༻
Sleep had not come easily ever since Gianna had been taken. If he were honest, it had been before then. But in hindsight it was easier to blame his crumbling psyche entirely on her loss. It was easier than admitting that his marriage was...
S T O R Y F I R E
Part I
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Nights on Kestri were always bitterly cold. Snug against the merrily crackling hearthfire, however, one almost forgot the chill. The blaze and warmth of the blaze, the chatter of friends and kin, all united by their Mandalorian heritage and creed, drowned out the...
"Cintra, darling? You're still awake?" It was the voice of the noblewoman's father, Carlyle Thane, calling to her from the darkened chamber behind her. He wore a kind expression that was laced with worry, and in his hand was a pair of teacups. "I can't sleep either," he said before she could...
As the sun beat down upon the balcony outside her quarters, Ala did not feel its heat. She was cold. Her very core shook from the reality of the recurring vision. It was not a dream. No. It was a waking vision, even at times when she was not meditating. It just took her away. Thankfully, so far...
The heavy blast doors hissed shut behind Deputy-Director Rackham as he stepped into the vaulted, dimly lit office within the fortified military headquarters on Cholganna. At the center of the room stood Supreme Commander Marlon Sularen of the Final Dawn, his silhouette framed by the stark blue...
POST 902 ABY: THE RED CORONATION
Every holo-screen across the Hapan Consortium flickered into static and died. Tracing arrays spun in useless loops as an unauthorized feed hijacked the broadcast network. When the picture cleared, thick silver veils draped the back of the room, the surrounding...
Over the years I've been part of more roleplaying communities than I can count, and if there's one thing that seems to exist in every single one of them, it's gatekeeping.
I've never really understood it.
I've watched people fight tooth and nail to control the direction of stories, defend...
FORTRESS OF DAWN
MIDVINTER
In the wake of their grandmaster's disappearance, along with their most experienced Jedi, the Fortress of Dawn was maintained by a skeleton crew of the few remaining members of their order, dutifully awaiting the return of those lost to the stars. Parts of the...