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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
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...
"So what you're telling me is we're effectively trapped here?"
Razmir stared at the hologram depicting the system they were in overlaid with information about hyperlanes, ship disappearances, and gravitational anomalies. If he read it correctly—and he often didn't, simply lacking the kind of...
From the Office of High Command, Military Bureau of Mobilization
Encryption Code: Sigma-Red | Priority: OMEGA
"To those with eyes to see the truth… the time has come."
Citizens of the Galaxy,
Loyal Sons and Daughters of Order,
Warriors without a cause, and Knights without a code—
The Empire...
"Turn your enemies against you. This, is my greatest advice."
Furia did not speak at first.
Her head hung low, hair wild across her face like ink spilled in anguish. The blood on her lip had dried into a scab she refused to lick away, pride still clinging to her like tattered armor. But it...
Many times have I stood before the stars.
Normally, I found something resembling comfort within the cosmos. The swirling mass of possibilities, worlds untouched, worlds marred, worlds long gone. I look for the void, that place where Primordial Darkness has unleashed itself and judged swathes of...
The Scar Worlds
It was supposed to be a regular trip.
One that Alioth had completed many times. The Followers of the Rapture were on a recruiting trip, just as they had been doing for the past few weeks. More members were needed for their cause. The visions the groups were seeing were only...