Faction [WSR] Dawn of the Republic

[Sor-Jan Skywalker]

DAWN OF THE REPUBLIC
A Wild Space Republic Story

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The second anniversary of the founding of the Wild Space Republic is marked by vibrant celebrations across its systems, with the most spectacular festivities taking place in its capital city on Lothal. Two years after reforming from the scattered Republic Remnants, the WSR has grown into a resilient, independent alliance of frontier worlds, proud of its unique identity and shared struggle. Citizens from all walks of life have gathered in Capital Square to commemorate the day the Wild Space systems charted their own course through the stars.

The celebration in Lothal City is a dazzling mix of tradition and futurism. Speeder parades fly in formation over the skyline, trailing green and silver ribbons — the Republic's colors — as local musicians and artists perform in the streets below. A grand holographic reenactment of the Declaration of Lothal lights up the evening sky, accompanied by a rousing speech from the Chancellor, who praises the courage of the Republic's founders and reaffirms the government's commitment to autonomy, equity, and shared prosperity. The mood is both joyful and defiant, a reminder of the hardship endured and the strength it had forged.

As night falls, the skies over Lothal ignite with a grand fireworks display. Children wave glowsticks while elders recount stories of the early resistance against the bloodthirsty Bryn'adûl, and later, Imperial remnants. The atmosphere is one of hope and solidarity — a promise that the Wild Space Republic, though still young, will endure and thrive.

Objective:
Celebrate!​

Beings of all walks of life find commonality in the shared thread of hope and freedom that bind the Republic together, and while that thread is omnipresent in their hearts, the people feel it more than ever during their nation's second birthday. There are just as many forms of revelry as there are people on Lothal. Explore the Republic's capital and participate in the festivities! Whether you are a hardened Republic trooper, a roguish spacer, a wandering Jedi, or something in between, there is something for everyone in Lothal City.

Potential Hooks:

• Meeting an old friend for drinks, or bumping into someone new
• Picking up a Lothalite souvenir
• Making political connections
• Taking a special someone to see the fireworks
• Exploring Lothal City's walkways (or back alleys)
• and more!

Spoiler: OOC Notes:

• The celebration is open to all WSR members. Friends & allies may join upon request!
• Please do not derail the thread with PVP/PVE or excessive violence. The celebration is a mixer for WSR characters.
• You're not confined to Lothal City! Feel free to celebrate anywhere on Lothal, or even another planet in Wild Space!

 

[Balun Dashiell]

DAWN OF THE REPUBLIC
A Wild Space Republic Story
Sor-Jan Skywalker

Balun's return to Lothal was nothing short of surreal—markedly different from the grim, smoke-filled memories of his first time setting foot on the planet. Gone were the trenches, the barricades, and the sound of blaster fire echoing across scorched earth. In their place were laughter, music, and the soft glow of lanterns strung across the city square. It was a world reborn, and for Balun, a personal moment of closure.

His initial arrival on Lothal had been under far darker circumstances. Back then, he served as an Aquilian Ranger under the banner of the Tingel Arm Coalition, deployed into a war zone against the brutal grip of the Empire of the Lost. The Lothal Protectorate, desperate and outmatched, had assisted the Coalition in embedding insurgents behind the enemy blockade in the lead-up to their invasion. The operation had been bold—but ultimately catastrophic. The Empire's reprisal had been swift and merciless. Balun still recalled the sight with haunting clarity: the assassination of a high-ranking Protectorate commander right before his eyes, followed by the chaos and screams of his comrades as the battle collapsed into bloodshed. Many of them never made it out.

And yet now—here he stood again, under a clear sky, amidst a world once more free.

Lothal had shaken off the yoke of the Empire of the Lost, and in its place, the Wild Space Republic had begun to rise—an ember reignited from the ashes of a once-proud institution. Composed of loyalists, idealists, seasoned politicians, and civilians who had never stopped believing in the tenets of the old Republic, they had gathered here to forge something new. Something better. A Republic not just remembered, but reborn. For Balun, it was more than politics. It was hope, personified.

He hadn't come on a whim. The first whispers reached him over encrypted Holonet broadcasts—rumours of change, of old friends and familiar creeds re-emerging from the dark corners of Wild Space. He left the quiet refuge of his home on Joiol, not alone, but with his infant son, Kellan, and the boy's devoted Zabrak caretaker, Vesha Daruun. Their journey led them deep into the Slice and beyond, chasing shadows until those shadows took shape. Contacts from his days with the Tingel Arm Coalition. Others from his years among the Jedi. Somehow, impossibly, they had converged here—on the same world he had once bled to defend. The Force, in its eternal mystery, had brought him full circle.

Now, in the heart of the city, Balun stood still and silent, his son nestled safely in Vesha's arms. Around them, the square pulsed with life. Local musicians strummed and sang from the steps of a fountain; dancers spun barefoot across sun-warmed stone, and strangers shared food, drink, and stories beneath banners of celebration. It was peaceful. It was vibrant. And it was everything he had fought for.

To witness such joy in a place once defined by death was a balm to the soul. It reminded Balun why he did what he did—why he kept moving forward. Not for glory. Not for revenge. But to give others the same chance he was finally beginning to glimpse for himself and his son: a future without monsters. A future filled with music, not gunfire.

A new dawn.

"Speech".
'Thought'.

 

[Mollar Kuhlvult]

|:| Senator of Vlemoth Port, Heir of House Kuhlvult of Kuat |:|
"Woe to those who challenge my birthright, and my right to power"

Lothal was among the planets in the Wild Space Republic that Mollar wished had been destroyed by the Empire of the Lost. The planet's factories and industrial strength had diminished due to the misguided invasion of the world by the Tingle Arm Coalition before the Galactic Sundering, and even the fall of Imperial Authority lead many workers to seek refuge in nearby powers like the Galactic Alliance.

Such an exodus of skilled labor was unprofitable though not everything was bleak, as the Capital still held potential and perhaps warranted a degree of respect though certainly not from him.

As a Kuati Prince, he considered himself above the everyday struggles faced by ordinary citizens and had even assumed the role of a Senator with the financial backing of his father, representing Vlemoth Port a prominent Mandalorian hub and Banking Clan center, which he intended to leverage to gain even more influence.

"I should consider myself fortunate not to have to share a space with these....colorful individuals." Mollar scoffed from the back of his private landspeeder as it made its way over reconstruction sites and soup kitchens to the gathering spot for the rest of the Republic's senators during this day of celebration.

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto made his way through the city streets, seeking contact with the leadership of this newly discovered faction calling itself the Wild Space Republic. He wasn't entirely sure where to begin, but reasoned that the capital building would be the most logical place likely home to the Republic's representatives and leadership.

He was already planet-side to meet with the Lothal Protectorate, hoping to establish peaceful relations and secure potential allies. What he hadn't anticipated was the emergence of a rising power like the Wild Space Republic. While the Protectorate had respectfully declined Diarchy aid an act Laphisto found admirable the Diarchy remained committed to supporting smaller powers in standing firm against the influence of larger, more aggressive galactic factions.

As he approached the grand senate building, Laphisto let out a quiet chuckle. The plaza bustled with nobles and dignitaries clad in their finest robes and ceremonial wear, every bit the picture of polished diplomacy. And yet, here he was a towering seven-foot beast clad head-to-toe in armored warplate striding forward with calm purpose, ready to engage in talks and diplomacy. he didnt look like he belonged but he would try to ensure people knew he did. and hopefully no one here would queshtion him about the fact the Lilaste order had helped the Empire of the Lost defend lothal against the Protectorate and TAC. after all mercenary work had sent the Lilaste order as allies of TAC once or twice there after.

 

[Sor-Jan Skywalker]

DAWN OF THE REPUBLIC
A Wild Space Republic Story

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"Pretty," Sor-Jan said with a smile, nodding to the firework display in the distance. It lit up Lothal's skyline beautifully, casting bright flashes of color on the city. Lothal Certainly deserved such an inspiring celebration considering all the turbulence it has faced in recent years. It was nice to see the heart of Sor-Jan's nation revel in their success.

The square where the spacer had perched was alive with music, dancing, and storytelling. There was a strange scent of sulfur and fried foods mixing in the air, reminding Sor-Jan of going to local fairs when he was little. The atmosphere made him wish that Captain Pal Veda was here. He stepped up to a food stall and ordered a few snacks, one savory piece of fried meat on a wooden skewer and one sweet doughy ball rolled in sugar. The boy paid his duggot to the vendor, a very grateful Rodian woman, then stepped away to enjoy his food.

He turned to see a young man nearby who stood with a caretaker droid and an infant, who S.J. assumed was his child.

"This year's celebration is even bigger than the last," the young spacer said as he approached. "The Bryn'adûl collapsed before I was born, but I do remember the Empire. My family stayed on Eadu during those times, though, so I was pretty far from the worst of things." The Miyuki Trade League, for whom his family worked, repurposed a great deal of Imperial weapons, armor, and vehicles for the Republic Remnant, and they continued to do so for the Republic Defense Force.

Sor-Jan offered Balun Dashiell his pick of the treats, if he wanted one. "My eyes are usually bigger than my stomach. Would you like one?"

Tags: Balun Dashiell | OPEN​

 

[Deidric Drage]

What in the world was I thinking?

Deidric fidgeted a bit as he departed the transport vessel and made first contact on another world that wasn't home. It was difficult leaving but even more so it was something that was needed. He was for all intents and purpose very attached to Aelin Erevos and Borre. It was slightly terrifying given them the idea that he was going to leave. It was something that he had to accomplish for himself, he wasn't doing much of anything at home, well living was the most important thing.

There was something else that his mind was craving, and wasn't going to find that sitting at home. His path had directed him to Lothal, there seemed to be a celebration of sorts that was taking place. The Young wolf didn't have a clue as to what he was walking into exactly, and he only hoped he was ready for it.

He couldn't' stand the shame of returning home and telling those most important to him that he had failed in his search.

The smallest of smiles graced his face as the sound of laughter and music began to fill the air. The atmosphere seemed overall happy, and for starting things out, that was an incredibly good thing.

 

[Aric Siasides]

TAG: Open

DAWN OF THE REPUBLIC

Tell me why we are here again?

We are here because Master Vanagor asked us to be.

You know, that does not answer my question.

Masters Aric Siasides, and Jenara Starborn . A Shadow and a Sage by way of their specialties. They were, are instructors with the “Shadow Temple” the ill fated home of advanced Jedi Learning on Kashyyyk. However with the Mandalorian occupation, that was not a possibility. They were operating on Alderaan on “Sanctuary Island” along with on Veridian under the grace of Tirin Raene , but nothing lasts forever. It was time to find a new home. So they were here to explore, and network and meet with those who may be able to point them in a direction worth the effort.

We’re going to do this for the good of ourselves, those we are associated with, and those we serve.

Walking around the center of Lothal City, Aric just shook his head. One day, one day I am going to get a straight answer from you.

Jenara just smirked. Whose to say you aren’t now?

 

[Kel Se'Taav]

DAWN OF THE REPUBLIC
A Wild Space Republic Story

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Kel was an old Bothan playing a much younger man’s game, but hearing that he needed to slow things down only made his fire burn twice as bright.

Recent events on Fondor had left the former senator with a lasting injury, one that might get better with physical therapy but not one that would ever truly go away. He could fall into sadness about it or he could choose to take it in stride, adding it to the long list of ailments and injuries he’d endured over the years. The latter option was best, he decided, and so he bought himself a lovely bronzium cane and walked with it proudly.

Retirement had done wonders for the old Bothan. More time for reading, for watching the news, for feeding birds and taking walks. Kel found it surprising how little he missed the Senate floor. When he was younger, representing the people of Abregado-rae made his heart beat faster than anything else in the galaxy. It was a rush only comparable to commanding his own fleet in the RTL, and even that was a tough match—there was simply no way to top making decisions on behalf of millions of people, and knowing that they entrusted you with the power to do so.

It was a great responsibility, one Kel was proud to have held and wouldn’t trade or take back for anything.

Perhaps that’s why he was here now, on the steps of Lothal City’s Senate building, waiting to greet Senator Mollar Kuhlvult and Laphisto for a chat. Kel simply couldn’t help himself; retirement from the Alliance Senate didn’t mean he couldn’t assist in another nation’s affairs.

There was great support from the Chancellor for Kel to run for senator of Lothal in the upcoming election season, and while the idea was certainly novel, the former Abregado representative needed time to stretch his legs and enjoy the scenery. It was only out of sheer boredom by the scenery, ironically, that Kel volunteered as an advisor to a few Senate committees in the Republic.

Perhaps here, he could do some real work.

“Good evening, gentlemen!” Kel said with a friendly wave as Senator Kuhkvult and Laphisto arrived. “It’s a pleasure to see you both. I trust your journeys here were safe?”

Tags: Mollar Kuhlvult | Laphisto | OPEN​

 

[Mollar Kuhlvult]

|:| Senator of Vlemoth Port, Heir of House Kuhlvult of Kuat |:|
"Woe to those who challenge my birthright, and my right to power"

After what felt like an eternity, the landspeeder finally touched down on the landing pad. This provided the Young Heir and Senator an opportunity to stretch his legs and smooth out any creases in his purple military-style suit, complete with an armored pauldron and a cape draped over his shoulder.

This attire created a striking contrast to the Bothan, Kel Se'Taav , who had reportedly been a supporter of the Galactic Alliance until recently. Just the mention of the cumbersome entity that was the Alliance was enough to induce a headache for him, not because of any perceived moral superiority, but due to their dismissal of capitalism and corporations in favor of humanitarian efforts.

The gaze shifted towards Laphisto , a brigand of notable political clout, who was permitted to mingle with the members of the Republic's Senate, albeit it would have to be at a distance of at least 30 meters to avoid any association with him.

He distinguished himself from others and was prepared to demonstrate his superiority, bringing misfortune to those who dared to oppose him. "Indeed, I take great pleasure in being summoned to the Republic's Capital for discussions with the Senate, even if the purpose is as trivial as a celebration, Senator Se'Taav," he remarked, his tone laced with a hint of disdain and a flourishing motion of the cape behind him.

"Still I am not loathed to admit that the Capital has scenic value." He further added with a slow glance towards the city limits and the fields beyond.

 

[Balun Dashiell]

DAWN OF THE REPUBLIC
A Wild Space Republic Story
Sor-Jan Skywalker

"This year's celebration is even bigger than the last," the young spacer said as he approached. "The Bryn'adûl collapsed before I was born, but I do remember the Empire. My family stayed on Eadu during those times, though, so I was pretty far from the worst of things." The Miyuki Trade League, for whom his family worked, repurposed a great deal of Imperial weapons, armor, and vehicles for the Republic Remnant, and they continued to do so for the Republic Defense Force.

Sor-Jan offered Balun Dashiell his pick of the treats, if he wanted one. "My eyes are usually bigger than my stomach. Would you like one?"

Balun turned at the sound of a voice beside him and found himself met by the youthful, yet unfamiliar face of Sor-Jan Skywalker . The man had approached quietly, speaking with an ease that suggested long acquaintance rather than a first-time exchange. There was a warmth in his tone, casual yet sincere, and it drew a slight, genuine smile to Balun's face as he listened. The name-dropping of the Bryn'adûl, the Empire, and the world of Eadu was enough to root their conversation in shared experience.

"I served with the Aquilian Rangers of the Tingel Arm Coalition," Balun replied after a moment, his voice steady but touched with old weight. "When the Empire held Lothal, I was here—embedded behind enemy lines before the full-scale invasion began. That was thanks to the Lothal Protectorate, who risked everything to help us get through." His eyes shifted to the celebration around them—dancers, musicians, the scent of food drifting on the wind. "I saw what Lothal became under the Empire's rule. The suffering. The silence. None of this—" he motioned subtly to the music and joy around them, "—existed back then."

A short breath passed from him, not quite a sigh. "In a way, I suppose I've been recalled to service," he added, his voice softening into quiet introspection. "Not by any admiral or command post—but by the will of the Force itself. Life has a strange way of circling back." And for him, the circle had brought him once more to the very sector of space he had bled for—only five or six years removed, and now worlds apart in purpose.

As the conversation deepened, Balun's attention flicked briefly to Vesha Daruun and the infant Kellan in her arms. The Zabrak woman had wandered off toward a cluster of local vendors, pausing to admire paintings and the inviting array of foodstuffs on display. Balun felt no worry; Vesha, for all her unassuming presence, was a Sasori-made biot with the appearance—and intelligence—of a sentient being. Her maternal care over Kellan was something Balun trusted with his whole heart.

Back in the moment, he turned again as Sor-Jan offered him something sweet, politely lifting a hand in refusal. "No thank you," he said with a smile, instead extending his own gesture of camaraderie. "But I'll offer my name, since you already gave me your time. I'm Balun Dashiell. Just in case you prefer to know the name of the man you're speaking to."

Deidric Drage | Aric Siasides | Kel Se'Taav | Mollar Kuhlvult​

"Speech".
'Thought'.