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Imperial Communique #698895.76qMaris Veyra Unfortunately it is becoming a meme to laugh react to whatever Sully posts. -
Imperial Communique #698895.76qThis is a super awesome decree! Love it! Dunno why folk are ha-ha reacting to something this based contingency. -
THE GREAT GALACTIC UNIFIERNormally I'd say keep my family out of this and then i realize my most renown relatives is a space redneck and a submissive royal guard. -
THE GREAT GALACTIC UNIFIERI'm surprised you learned such a big word. Or did you have to just look up a term that was a synonym for your relatives in a thesaurus? -
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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
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...
The Royal Naboo Republic offers a diverse array of roles for those seeking to contribute to a brighter future in the Star Wars galaxy. Whether you yearn for the thrill of defending the Republic, the challenge of galactic politics, or the pursuit of enlightenment through the Force, Naboo welcomes...
Any who are interested in joining the Wild Space Republic is invited to celebrate our IC anniversary social thread set on Lothal!
Inside the mind of Lorn
The dream begins like it always does, too quiet, too perfect, like memory with the edges smudged. Mirater's ruins stretch around him, the world stuck between blooming and decay. The air bends, fragrant with blossoms that haven't existed in decades. It's the kind of...
Duro Dan, Charlatan Extraordinaire, Passes Into Legend
It is with a strange mixture of fondness, confusion, and mild indigestion that the Chantin Kajidic announces the untimely passing of one of its most eccentric affiliates—Duro Dan, infamous purveyor of questionable refreshments and unmatched...
SUNDERING DAWN: UPHEAVAL.
Retrofit Orbital Foundry, Kesh.
A dull ache began to throb behind Balun Dashiell’s eyes one late evening as he stood amidst the rhythmic hum of machines at the Dashiell Retrofit™ Orbital Foundry, high above the planet Kesh. He barely noticed it at first—his focus fixed...
//: ISD Lady of Fortune Star Destroyer, Detention Cell Block //:
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Gasping for air, CT-312 shot up. Drenched in sweat, sitting in bed. Her eyes were unfocused as she panted heavily. The sound of blood rushing in her ears. Every heartbeat felt as if it would burst...
He dreamed of Begeren.
Great temples, statues, and palatial estates towered over the rocky desert. Chants and blood oaths echoed in the vaulted chambers, spoken by Sith clad in black robes. The dream was twisted. The red sky was a roiling sea of fire and ash. Starships fell like meteors...