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The kidnapper had been Massassi, large, heavily tattooed, rough but not cruel. He'd taken Merion's cultic robes and left him suspended in a forcefield in what looked like a ritual chamber aboard an unfamiliar starship. A few months ago — before Kiev'ara and the Prism, before the Aing-Tii...
The door hissed open again. Another shift rotation ending, maybe. A few boots scuffed the floor—heavy, low-tread military pattern. Another off-duty patrol or a crew returning from deep-system perimeter checks. This was a mercenary bar. Everyone here had a reason not to speak. It was part of the...
She dreamed of Quinn Varanin again.
Not the battlefield. Not the throne rooms. Not the Sith or Jedi. Just the garden. That impossible, aching little corner of Jutrand where nothing sharp existed—where war was a rumor and ambition hadn't yet turned Serina Calis into something venomous.
The...
Lorn Reingard sat on the edge of his bed like gravity had suddenly remembered it owed him interest. His hands trembled, blood still caked beneath the nails. Not his, mostly. He hadn't even changed yet.
The Naboo night outside his quarters was quiet, mockingly so. The soft coo of a bird in the...
Inside the Mind of Lorn
The dream doesn't bother pretending tonight. No illusion of peace. No sweet, rotting garden blooming from memory. Just a fractured world around Isla, cracked like glass held together by sheer will and the ragged edge of the Force.
She's standing when he arrives -...
The Vale homestead had begun to stir with the quiet cadence of departure. Valery's voice drifted from indoors — soft, measured, speaking with Mariana in that tone Eve had come to associate with important things. Packing sounds followed. The rustle of linen, the shifting of gear.
But Eve had...
The Vale homestead had long since fallen into sleep.
Beyond its wooden walls, the silver fields of Eshan shimmered beneath the stars, not with frost or dew, but with something older, something ancient, as if the world itself was holding its breath.
Eve sat alone on the back porch, wrapped in a...
Beneath the crust of one of Polis Massa's many asteroids, in a laboratory carved from the ruins of silence and pressure, Serina Calis sat before her altar of rebirth. There was no natural light here—only the violet sheen of reactor cores thrumming with harvested decay, and the soft pulsing of...
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COMM-THREAD 72-B | ENCRYPTION: BLACK VEIL
TO: Curious Kitten
FROM: Little Red Dot
—Whispers say you've been tracing footprints that don't belong to you.
—Some echoes aren't meant to be chased, little stray. They bite back.
—If you're looking for answers, best speak to the mirror. Secondhand...
Corazona von Ascania
During a recent visit to Ilic, New Cov, and before returning to Korriban, Lysander found a courier capable of delivering a package to Coruscant for his sister. It contained a hand-written letter to prevent his current home from being traced and discovered through a HoloNet...
OPENING THEME
By Daryna Lorrin – The Kael Report (Acting Anchor)
"The stars haven't changed—but the routes between them are vanishing."
HYPERLANES IN CHAOS AS GALACTIC ROUTES COLLAPSE
What began as a series of unexplained navigational anomalies has now escalated into a full-blown galactic...
Beeping.
That's all Jonyna had left to sleep to. The beeping of her shift, and a pillow to substitute what had once been.
It didn't help the tears that had fallen, nor the pain that came from the realization that it wouldn't work out. Once this ship had been so lively. Once this ship had been...
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...