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Naboo
Ruins -Porte Homestead
The burning smell had just within the last few days left the area. From what he heard there was plans clear away all the chaos that was left by those responsible and according to his father. He was in talks with some to get the place rebuilt. Aiden offered a small...
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The Jedi Medical Ward whispered in code and static. Soft beeps, muted alerts, the mechanical hum of nutrient pumps—overlapping languages spoken only by droids and machines. Every now and then, a voice—organic, fleeting—asked for a chart, gave an update, or simply sighed...
DATHOMIR, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES
Sularen watched from the bridge of the INV Sularen’s Revenge as the final adjustments were made to the Black Fifteen Shipyards as it was being moved into a comfortable position in orbit of Dathomir. After a long period of indecision on where he should relocate...
Colony Besh-1138, "Harper's Courage"
Within Sith Space; Edge of the Blackwall
Rafan Shoan watched in horror as a crown of flames burned atop the hill outside Harper's Outreach. The flames painted the morning sky a harsh orange.
Yesterday, that hilltop had been a symbol of Sith power. Garrison...
The room was quiet. The only sounds were the distant hum of the palace’s ventilation and the whisper of fabric as Liliane shifted beneath the coarse weave of the blanket. Her small quarters were bare, save for the essentials; a cot, a plain chest at the foot of the bed, and a narrow desk tucked...
Life after New Cov has not been easy. Nearly all of my messages had gone unanswered. So either they were never opened to begin with, or more than likely; none had a reason to respond to me in regards to this sudden change. There were no requests for further explanations. There have been no...
A box, small and unassuming, is delivered to three Jedi enclaves. Ornate patterns carved into brushed black metal almost make it look like an odd sort of holocron.
At the time of delivery, a holo message is sent to three individuals - Briana Sal-Soren of The Order of Shiraya , Gillom Rone of...
Lianna City, Lianna, Outer Rim Territories, Tion Cluster;
The former territories of The Empire of the Lost;
"A true Sith Master never reveals himself, or herself . . ."
-- Darth Mendacium.
It has only been a few weeks since the collapse of The Empire of the Lost.
The subsequent revolts...
Yet another.
Groups were coming in to Kattada. And Vodet was fine with that. This world was a nice world. It was calm, it was warm. And there was ample water for all.
Plus, the jellies here were delicious. The ones that swam in the depths? Without predators until he arrived? Very good.
The...
That was the sixth time this week that the Tachyon Rising made its way back to the Sanctuary, with another ship in tow. The Sojourner was in a permanent posting at Xelec. There wasn’t much it could do out here, but it was serving as just that, a sanctuary. Xelec was a wild anomaly and with the...
In relation to: https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/the-rubicon-sith-order.185417/
The elevator rasped open with a reluctant shudder, exhaling stale, ion-tinged air into the forgotten antechamber. Serina Calis stepped into the gloom without hesitation, her heels striking the cracked duracrete...
The spire walls trembled with the force of her scream.
It wasn't loud—not really. The kind of scream that tore itself out of a throat unused to it, raw and broken and too human for a place built of silence and pressure seals. It echoed in the cavernous chamber of her private study, bouncing off...
The room was silent but for the faint hum of the hospital monitors. Afternoon light slanted through the window, turning everything to muted gold, but Eve barely noticed. Her hands rested in her lap, trembling slightly despite herself.
Today was the day.
The bandages were gone now. The healers...
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// BLACKNET FINALCAST – SIGNAL COLLAPSING
TO: Silent King
FROM: The Lyre
[Transmission splintered // Partial recoveries below.]
—Saijo—
fire... everywhere... no ranks left.
Board... gone.
Dark Pawns—out—swarming.
Fallen King shattered his crown—
Black Queen... moved. Cut him down...
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...