Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos
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[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...
OPENING THEME
By Joran Kael – The Kael Report
"Sometimes the sharpest weapon is not a fleet or a superlaser, but the image of one."
A MAP OF TARGETS — THE EMPIRE NAMES ITS ENEMIES
The Empire has unveiled a propaganda poster under the title A Galaxy Reborn. Unlike earlier releases that...
And thus, the cycle completes itself. Years upon years of preparation and conditioning have readied the great host to swarm its first target, the only thing standing between the two being silence and anticipation. The war drums and the proselytizing and the justifying have given way to silence...
Sibylla Abrantes Aurelian Veruna
The night pressed in thick around the intelligence bureau, Naboo’s moonlight cutting pale ribbons through the office blinds. Cassian Abrantes sat alone amid the glow of datapads and holographic feeds, their quiet hum the only company left at this hour.
He had...
STRANGERS WITHOUT FACES
Seven couldn't sleep.
It wasn't Kalrath this time. The ancient Sith Lord had slowly begun to leave her mind alone. She couldn't help but wonder if it was something about Veridia that weakened his ability to leverage the curse mark. The runes on her back still burned...
Nej writes a Spacebook post:
And then without reading it again, and ignoring the spelling errors and other errors, hits send.
It was over.
The final battle had been fought.
And now the Arx was burning. Firemane's headquarters had been sacked. Factories, shops, and residential areas were being looted. Those who had endured the lash, hunger and hardship so that those who dwelt in the 'sky-city' could profit took their...