This thread is predominantly for those who are sympathetic towards the Republic of old and/or are members of the GA or TAC or a Neutral faction (or are similarly aligned, but not necessarily members of a faction).
Nadiem. For the most part it was a backwater world home to farmers and people that would largely be considered non-combatants, people who just wanted to live their life in peace. Every so often that peace would get threatened, but the remainder of the galaxy had a tendency to leave them alone. Or, alternatively, they chose to ignore them and treat them as if they didn't exist. It could depend on ones perspective.
For a time, the world had been a part of the Republic. Not the massive one that was centered around the core. No, that Republic had more or less eaten itself, devolving into a chaotic mess and then falling altogether to enemies from outside. The only galactic power to hold an interest in Nadiem since the Gulag plague was the Republic Remnant, and that was in large part due to the efforts of Ever's father, Adder Dawnracer, who, having been obsessed with the ideals of the Republic, had fought hard to bring a semblance of it to their region of space when the old one had faded in the core. While that version of the Republic had strived to survive, it too had faded. It was hard to keep a dream alive on nothing but hope when the people around you didn't share that hope.
Ever had returned home after her fight on Sluis Van with the darkside entity whom she didn't know the name of. It had been a brutal fight and she was both tired and injured. Of course she'd refused bacta treatment or any other form of treatment that would remove the scarring from her body. She felt she needed it as a reminder that she had failed, that a monster was still loose somewhere out there. It served as a visual reminder of her inadequacy, and something she could use to fuel her desire to grow stronger.
She bore bandages on her hands and arms, part of her face, and places hidden beneath the robes of a Matukai adept. It was necessary to promote natural healing and also to fend off infection. Not that she worried about infection. She could purge any such from her body. The main reason she kept the bandages on was she didn't want people obsessing over her, especially so her siblings.
The family farm still ran like clockwork. People and droids tended the fields as usual, and she left that side of things to her siblings. She'd never been interested in farming, and her father had been alright with that. It wasn't everyone's passion and he'd encouraged her to pursue hers. Plus he had four other children and they actually were interested in it so there wasn't a reason to force her into being a farmer. Of course, he'd never really wanted to be a politician, but that had been thrust upon him when the Remnant had formed in their sector. His own fault, though, since he'd pushed for people fleeing the fallen Republic to come out to their world and neighboring ones to set up a fledgling Republic to replace the old one. She remembered giving him a good ribbing over that.
For now, though, she stood in front of the grave where her father was buried, wondering what he would want her to do. There were still people around from the Remnant, living peacefully on Nadiem and some of the neighboring worlds, doing what they could to keep the peace in their sector of space. She often worked with them, especially against the Hutts and their gangsters, which were always a problem. They weren't really even a remnant anymore, more like a Republic-in-Exile. Or something of that nature. She didn't know.
"Well, papa. What do we do now?"
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