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FatineI'll keep an eye on the Dreadnought you parked in the Vergeworks. Mainly to make sure Fatine von Ascania doesn't vandalize it o7
Outfit: Prison Jumper
Weapons: None
Location: Drunk Tank, Outer Rim. Smells like feet and antiseptic.
Time of writing: 02:46 Galactic Standard.
Karking lights keep flickering.
I used to think I'd die with a blaster in my hand.
Not like that. Not on my knees in a public square, sobbing in the...
Outside the Tenvale–Sal-Soren residence, the skyline of Coronet City glistened like glass teeth in the cold. Towers stabbed upward, their windows pulsing with wealth—every floor a fortress of quiet power. Theirs was an older building, austere in profile but dressed in new light. A quiet monument...
Post Netherworld
1 Weeks After
Briana Sal-Soren Brandyn Sal-Soren Lorn Reingard Dreidi Xeraic Blaire Sal-Soren Kalantha Solenne Abraxas
What was that word?
There was a look on his face that he couldn't shake. As bad as he wanted to, he hated it. Even those closest to him, he wasn't trying...
When: Post concert
Where: Dreshdae
Varin took a deep breath as he began to leave the premises, the concert had come to its end and the boom and bustling of folk had...
"The Center That Doesn't Hold"
The mission to Kelada having completed, Omega Squad was going through their routine psyche interviews. It is (to them) an annoying, but required protocol and it keeps them operational if they “do the right do, and say the right say”. What is different about this...
It started with the sound of breathing. Not mine.
Something mechanical, patient, cycling through recycled air that hadn't tasted a living man in decades. Then came the pressure, cracking behind the eyes, like someone jamming a knife behind the sockets and twisting it slowly.
I'd been asleep a...
The Iron Edicts
By Order. By Iron. By Will.
Founding of the Iron-Imperial Doctrine.
I. The Empire
The Empire is absolute. Its word is law. Its will is final.
The Throne is the embodiment of Imperial authority—unchallenged, indivisible, eternal.
The line of succession is fixed and enforced...
Darth Sidious calls a meeting about Death Star Two cost overruns
Darth Sidious: Alright, I want to keep this civil. Efficient. I don't want to point fingers. I don't want to start painfully Force Choking anyone unless it becomes absolutely necessary.
Darth Sidious: Even though it probably IS...
The room—her room—was silent but not still.
No hum of servants. No footsteps in adjacent corridors. No echo of distant voices. PAD-1's subterranean vaults were shielded to such an obscene degree that even sound felt unwelcome. It was not a palace. It was a tomb made regal. And within its...
"My fellow Tetans; My speech today is not just congratulations or simple words of encouragement but a sentiment of pure admiration of you all, a renewed sense of pride to be a Tetan. The courage and determination we have earned as we had endured during our second occupation beneath the...
They called themselves emperors.
Chancellors crowned in fire, warlords cloaked in stolen myth, prophets masquerading as sovereigns—all parading through the bones of the galaxy in mockery of order. The Sith bathed it in chaos; the Alliance let it rot. And what of the vaunted Empire? What did it...
From the writings of Arch-Witch Token Waters of the Blue Coral
The Force is a gift to all, but it doesn’t always work in everyone’s best interest when they need it. Sometimes, there needs to be a little more done to make the Force move in various directions. The Witches of Dathomir, and very...
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I've realized I haven't written one of these in a while. A long while. I think Covid really messed with so, so much I haven't stopped to think on these. Wren's in school, doing his absolute best to handle being around other kids and the...
My friends.
I regret being unable to attend this year's anniversary, thoroughly besieged as I am with kingly duties. I pray this humble recording will not earn any ire from either of you, but it is the best I can do under the circumstances. Though I cannot see you, I need only close my eyes and...
A Transmission from Mand'alor the Iron
Broadcast on all open frequencies, from the Core to the Rim, from spice dens to throne rooms.
“For generations, we’ve let pride and politics turn us into strangers. Clans split. Houses fell silent. And the word Dar'manda became a weapon — one used too...
It started as a whisper.
A tug in the marrow, a pulse beneath the skin, a soundless beat pressing against the inside of Indra’s skull. She had stood in silence for nearly ten minutes, helmet under one arm, red-orange eyes unfocused… until something behind those eyes blinked open. A...
Coordinates Redacted
Celestia, 0212 Hours
The Celestia glided through the darkened tides like a ghost, the gilded parts of its hull reflecting the bioluminescent scatter of alien sea life. No tracking beacon, no transponder, only one signal mattered down here, Karl's pulse.
From the bridge of...
THE EMPIRE
How swiftly we have emerged from the shadows of the Unknown Regions—our fleets sharpened, our legions reborn. In the mind of our cause brews not chaos, but order. As we reach the edge of the Outer Rim, a vision comes—not in sorrow, but in promise.
The spirit of the Empire stands...