Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos
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A journey of a thousand light years, begins with a single...This is the beginning of a LONG arc I am taking this guy on. Thanks for reading, hopefully it will be worth your time. -
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Trust in TalkingI really relate to this. I think we have all done things we aren't proud of. Sometimes we get too emotional and this is good advice to follow.
They weren't supposed to light fires.
Polis Massan domes were strictly regulated—oxygen carefully measured, heat vented through structured dissipation layers, all nonessential combustion strictly forbidden. But in the ruins of Dome B9, where the ceiling had cracked six years ago and never been...
The shift bell rang without fanfare. Just a triple pulse of tone through the intercom—low, steady, functional. Beneath Dome C7, deep inside Asteroid 13-VF, the miners of the VesperWorks outpost stirred to life.
Doros Vel, Sector Lead, opened his eyes at precisely 0300 local. He didn't need the...
Nizhalgal paced the floor of his room, thinking. So much had happened. First, the Planeshift had displaced planets, including his own Yag'Dhul. And now, a sweeping vision of what appeared to be impending doom had struck countless people, Force-sensitive or not. As president, he would be expected...
The silence of the office was a different kind of loud.
Not the stillness of peace, but the quiet that comes after—after the shouting stops, after the ships fall from the sky, after the screams echo and fade. It wasn't the hush of serenity, but the echo of everything just outside the frame—the...
Chapter One - Epilogue
In Transit
The hum of the transport was a gentle, steady thing — like the breathing of a sleeping giant. Ilaria sat alone by one of the narrow viewports, the pale blue swirl of hyperspace bathing her features in shifting light. She hadn't spoken since departure. There...
The pulsing in the back of her skull and neck almost rivaled the pain in her side even as she stumbled further down the dingy alleyway. Rain had washed away the trail of blood she was leaving behind but it hadn't washed away the suffering that had preceded it. Verona Brasti felt her breath hitch...
The space around the Prime Galaxy contains relatively small galaxies with millions or billions of stars, largely uncharted so far as our galaxy's civilizations and nav data are concerned. They are often considered not worth the trouble, as our galaxy has four hundred billions of stars and, on...
Malsur Wainkye had endured many hangovers in his young life, but this one easily stood out amidst the rest of them as the worst. Thus far anyway. His whole head was throbbing and he hadn't even opened his eyes yet, not to mention the back of his neck ached fiercely. He knew he shouldn't have...
Immediately following: The Midas Touch
Inside the mind of Lorn
"Who was the woman at the tournament?"
No preamble again. Just the question, sharp and strange in the way only Isla can make it. He swallows the instinct to ask how much she saw, because of course she saw everything.
"Ala...
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Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Phoebe Dashiell [NPC]
Legs stretched out in front of him on the coffee table, Makai was engrossed in his current program. A small, drawn Tusken Raider child moved across the screen. A bantha followed, leash held by the...
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Snow spiraled in the air like frozen ash, catching in the light of a pale winter sun. Raedon stood ankle-deep in it, the breath in his lungs warm and visible. Ahead of him, a young girl—barely older than a child—laughed and skidded down a frost-covered slope on a flattened...
**... Encryption Complete...
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To: The Raven
From: The Key
Location: [Redacted]
Attached Files: 2
Mission clean.
Seemed to catch the last hand off.
Target incepted. Dead Bishop More information later.
Suspicions founded in White...
Sleep claimed thousands in an instant—pilots nodding off in cockpit jump‑seats, archivists face‑down on illuminated folios, Sith and Jedi alike sinking mid‑meditation—only to hurl them into the same chasm of starlit black.
They hovered in perfect vacuum before a world‑machine so vast the eye...
Night found every meditater, scout, and unsuspecting adept sinking into the same impossible architecture: a single, towering rust‑red spire that seemed to bore straight through the planet's crust, its surface pitted by rain of ages. No sky. No horizon. Only the spire—and a gravity that didn't...
All through the same unmarked hour, star‑pilots, temple adepts, and unaware children alike slipped into a seamless, soundless nightmare.
They drifted weightless inside a corridor of shattered durasteel. Overhead, the deck plating had peeled back like flower petals, exposing a cosmic void...
In the same sliver of night‑cycle, thousands of Force‑sensitives drifted into a chilling shared dream. Each sleeper felt the temperature of mind and marrow plunge as blinding snow swallowed every horizon. The storm carried whispers in a hundred extinct tongues—battle cries, burial rites...
A low‑level ripple has begun turning heads in nav‑centers from Denon to Dromund Kaas. Three nights ago, independent Starchaser relays along the Rim recorded a burst of "ghost pings" — hyperlane‑beacon handshakes that flashed into existence for less than a second and then winked out as though...
The training platform was quiet, save for the wind whistling gently across the high cliffside. Cerys stood still, shoulders squared, arms folded tightly across her chest, as Brandyn paced in slow circles nearby—his own presence surprisingly grounded, it almost shocked her.
“It’s not about...
Hyperspace has always been an inconsistent mess throughout the history of the franchise. Most of the authors gloss over it unless the plot demands it, adding time skips and avoiding specifics unless the plot needs them. The movies are a little better with the exception of the sequels, you at...
Isla hadn't screamed when they locked the door. She hadn't begged, hadn't cried. Vik Krull had expected more. A tantrum, maybe. Some pitiful wail about betrayal or misunderstanding. But Isla simply stood there, her face unreadable, her gaze already far away. She had made her choice the moment...