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Major Faction Quorum Magazine Issue No. 01: Magistrate Corvalis Warns of "Denon Dependency"Reminds me of the essays I used to write as Professor Nimdok, compiling threads and various...- Gram Arranda
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Darkness, and the Light.Really enjoyed this short story. Aiden is one of my favourite characters to both read and write...- Feng Huang
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One week after Atrisia, after the Death Star. The hospital room was quiet, Ace sat leaned against his bedframe, bare shoulders bowed, the sheets draped loosely around his waist. The light above him was a muted amber, enough to catch the dull gleam of the new prosthetic where it...
Somewhere in the Outer Rim
Miranda
Blasterfire crackled in the distance, painting the dusk sky over the shipyard in streaks of amber. Somewhere between the half scrapped haulers and the smell of coolant, Drifter leaned against a stack of crates, arms crossed, watching the lunatic in front of...
The office was too quiet. Even the soft hum of the holoprojector felt sharp in the air. Piles of datapads surrounded her like a barricade — reports, requisitions, briefings — and still, Eve couldn’t make herself see any of them.
Her eye traced the words, but they blurred. Numbers, names...
"Alright, team," said Maro Quenn, the kind of middle manager whose spine had been replaced years ago with quarterly reports. "Corporate says we need a public engagement event to reintroduce Czerka to the galaxy. Something bold, innovative, synergistic—"
"Violent?" offered Tressa, the marketing...
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The air in the workshop carried the familiar tang of grease and hot metal, laced with the sharp, electric promise of oncoming rain. Sparks burst from the repair torch in her hand, each flash momentarily illuminating the curve of her goggles and the determined set of her...
MANDALORE MARCHES
"Cry Havoc and Let Slip the Banthas of War!"
Because what do you mean Aurelian Veruna homewrecked my favorite ship on Chaos?
What do you MEAN Sibylla Abrantes is smooching him and not Acier Moonbound???
The way I threw my red bull at my keyboard has to be studied. There...
OPENING THEME
By Joran Kael – The Kael Report
"When the noise fades, what remains are the echoes and the questions no one dares to answer."
ARTISIA — PEACE TALKS INTERRUPTED BY WAR
It was meant to be a summit, not a siege. Artisia a Galactic Alliance world renowned for its academies and...
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STORIES MENTIONED:
MALVERN RISING
ASHES IN THE UNDERCITY
SPACE TRADERS II
NIGHTS OF SIDONIA
As always, the Mandalorian Empire has even more stories planned for the month of October and beyond! If you'd like to join in the fun, feel free to join our Faction or to hop in the...
[Part 1]
The house had quieted to a tender stillness. Beyond the windows, the meadows whispered under a veil of moonlight, and the cicadas sang their slow, rhythmic lullaby to the night. Inside, the hearth burned low and golden, the light flickering softly over the old wooden beams and the worn...
The shuttle's ramp lowered with a hiss, spilling a sharp stream of air across the stone courtyard. Virelia descended alone, her obsidian cloak trailing behind her in the wind, violet lenses glimmering faintly under the Chandrilan sun. The estate lay before her in quiet defiance of time, its...
The air was softer here. Getting colder this time of year, but nowhere near biting like the kind that clung to the high ridges around Snowpeak Sanctuary. Here, the chill carried the scent of loam and grass, the quiet rhythm of the meadows breathing under an open sky. Eve walked with her hood...
[Following: Fire And Flame]
The storm had swallowed the enclave. Wind howled across the cliffs like a wounded thing, dragging veils of snow in furious spirals that battered against the windows of Eve's office. The scent of old wood and incense lingered faintly in the air, mixing with the dry...
It was a rather dismal and dreary day on Excarga, the smog from the various mining machines and the refining factories having washed over this particular district and blanketed it in a nearly impenetrable fog that most were wise enough to mask up for or stay inside and avoid entirely. The...
By Joran Kael – The Kael Report
"When the noise fades, what remains are the echoes and the questions no one dares to answer."
OUTER RIM NEUTRAL SECTORS — THE SILENCE AFTER THE SIGNAL
By the time most noticed, it was already over. The laboratories were gone, the staff scattered, and the woman...
The first light of Ukatis broke in slow ripples over the hills, touching the stone walls of the farmhouse in pale gold. Mist curled low across the fields, soft and silver, carrying the scent of dew-wet grass and the faint hum of distant irrigation pumps. Aiden stood by the doorway, his cloak...
The chamber was too large for one person. Its vaulted stone arches, ribbed in shadows that never seemed to yield to flame or artificial light, carried a hollow echo that made every movement sound as though it belonged to someone else. A footstep, a breath, the slow swirl of wine in a...
Sibylla Abrantes Aurelian Veruna
The arrest had been swift, silent, and merciless. Republic troopers and Bureau operatives had stormed Administrator Vallen Marrel's residence before dawn, moving through its marble halls with precision. Cassian had stood in the periphery, watching as Marrel was...
The manor lay like a statement against the plains, it’s walls a blade of white stone and glass set into the long swell of green within eyeshot of the southern borders of Theed. It had been designed for sightlines: every corridor aligning to a horizon point, every balcony engineered to catch the...
The days that followed blurred together in shadows of mourning. The Sorelle estate, usually alive with gatherings and political maneuvering, had become a house of silence. Marcellan spoke little, his grief hollowing him to little more than nods and gestures. Yet in that grief, he had taken a...