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And just like that, it's already over.Oh you actually got the treatment the rest of us have been subject to for the past two years? My condolences Tef. Hope that kind of treatment ends... -
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[THR] Society Papers of Naboo, Vol. 1Aurelian spotted the aides, a cluster hunched in amusement over a fresh-inked sheet. One aide, perhaps too eager, pressed the paper into his...
STORIES MENTIONED:
MANDALORE STANDS
THE WILL OF EMPIRE
THE DAY THE STARS WEPT
CHOIR OF ONE
INFO WARS
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Until...
Ran perched herself atop Mirial’s highest mountain peak, and entered a meditative trance. She meditated on the world around her, the crisp and cold mountain air, the bleating of summit traversing wild life, the sunlight and obstructionary shadow that snaked down into the valley, and finally the...
I stumbled on a display case of ten kyber crystals, labelled, a collection from before the Gulag Virus. I'd heard of Solari crystals, of course, and I know of one Sith Lord who uses a Sarlacc's Eye in her lightsaber, but most of the names and several of the variants were unfamiliar. I suspect...
The soldier stood framed in the high-arched window of his family's estate, the marble columns and carved balustrades around him gleaming in the soft twilight at Deeja Peak. Beyond the glass stretched rolling meadows of deep green, broken by the shimmer of silver lakes that caught the last of the...
The Jedi Knight sat cross-legged on the training pad, the strong glow of Naboo's moon was beautiful. And in the distance the city-lights from Theed could be seen, albeit faintly. Meditation had long been his refuge, the ritual that anchored him to calm. But lately, stillness did not bring peace...
With all of the chaos and rapid change within the GA, it can be hard keeping track of what's what. For the sake of my sanity, and for the common use of any other writers who want to know the current IC state of affairs, I've gathered this information into a reference sheet.
Where is Chancellor...
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The Swan of Solleu
SOCIETY PAPERS
Dearest Readers,
What a month it has been for Naboo's glittering houses. One cannot promenade through the markets of Theed without overhearing whispers of spilled wine, shattered loyalties, and invitations most curious in their intent. The galaxy beyond...
I am resigning from my MFO candidacy for GA, and pulling the Admin vote that would allow me to do it, so all you complainers can stop worrying if it was even legal to begin with.
Nah ya'll get what you want lmao cheer in victory I'm out of the running before it even starts.
I was willing to...
THIS IS THE PLACE
Refuge
Ark stumbled back with a grunt, clutching at his shoulder. His sword had been lost, cast aside and plunged into the dirt. The young Zabrak shaman gazed on at the man who had bested him. Average height, striking grey eyes, blonde hair and beard... In his mechanical hand...
The High Republic offers a political roleplay experience rooted in a constitutional democracy with checks and balances. Added into the mix are our Royal Houses which were inspired in part by Dune, and is a hold over from our factions roots as the Royal Naboo Republic. The Royal Houses serve as a...
IMPERIAL ECONOMIC TRUSTS | 902 ABY
"The Imperial Trust System is how the Empire will maintain control over its territory" - Aggadeen Myi
The Mercantile Trust
Focus: Trade crossroads, industrialized Inner Rim hubs.
Champala — Imports: technology. Exports: agricultural products, liquor...
FIGHT FIRE WITH FIRE
The Enemy has set the board. The Enemy has set the rules. The Enemy has rigged the game.
And we're constantly on our backfoot.
I'm sick of it.
Always on our back foot.
Always leaning away.
Always scared to break the rules the Enemy has set.
Always afraid to punch...
"IF THEY WANT A CRASHOUT
....Let's give them a crashout.
They're all in my arena now.
Playing to the tune of my music.
It's not fair that you're here with me, now.
But it is what it is.
And only I can deliver you back.
You'll listen to all these crashouts, holonet addicts, political...
Vūm
STARDATE: 230825.
TWENTY-FOUR DAYS AFTER "ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US!"
I often contemplate the moment in the dirt.
The idea of them standing there as victorious conquerors in their magnificence to find themselves looking up upon pale orange skies with the knowledge that all they...
The Hidden Path is no longer a whisper in the shadows. It has taken root, and it is spreading. All across the galaxy, rebel cells rise on world after world, each one a spark against the darkness. Together, they form The Network, a system strong enough to resist the Empire, the Syndicates, and...
It had been decades since A'Mia had properly put quill to ink and paper. Not since she'd been a mere seedling under the tutelage of the Monks of Moross had she truly sat and written anything in such a manner. However, there was something to the ritual of it that offered clarity of mind. A...
The mission began under a veil of white silence. Snow fell in thick sheets, muffling sound and cloaking the world in an endless frost. The small strike team trudged through calf-deep drifts, their breath forming clouds in the bitter air. Cloaks and armor were painted in muted grays and whites...
Plot: The Shadow Spire
The galaxy whispers of Malachor V.
A world broken in war, its surface scarred and hollowed, its skies forever choked with ash. Long abandoned, it is said to be cursed — a graveyard of fleets and armies swallowed by the Dark Side itself. Few venture there willingly, and...