fall

Over the course of the past weeks, the weather on Balamak had steadily grown colder. This tell-tale chill was the first sign that harvest was approaching. The leaves had changed colors, beautiful hues of red, orange and yellow on full display. This was was yet another sign that harvest was...

Plans. Schemes. Plots. One could work on them for a hundred years, a millenia or more, and yet eventually they all seemed to crumble. It didn't matter their side, Jedi or Sith, it didn't matter their cause or the thought behind them. Nothing goes exactly as one planned, nothing runs its course...