Firefist ended with Companion Besh under new rule.The Tof were scattered and the Nagai were tasked to rebuild under Sith oversight. That victory revealed something larger. The wider galaxy now sat full of fractured kingdoms with no guardians to claim them. The Mid Rim had lost its anchors, leaving worlds exposed to raids, famine, and political collapse while old powers remained silent. The Sith saw promise in that vacuum. Patrol groups began to reopen lanes others had abandoned. Envoys arrived in ports that had waited too long for help. Local rulers listened because familiar voices no longer provided them with direction.
From that growing foothold a new path opened. The Mid Rim had not chosen a new authority, but many of its worlds hovered at the edge of it. Merchant guilds tested Sith protection. Governors weighed the order and structure that followed Sith intervention. Hesitant systems watched their neighbors regain stability and wondered how long they could remain isolated. The region had become a crucible filled with potential, and every treaty, escort route, and harbor visit increased the pull toward alignment.
Now the question turns to you!
With the Mid Rim poised for change and the Core beginning to shift, every Sith must choose how they will shape the advance. Will you secure new worlds through influence, bring order to fractured borders, or lead the forces that press the campaign forward? The future strengthens only when those within the Order step toward it with purpose.
Within the frozen grandeur of a palace carved from ice and obsidian, the Sith Order gathers for a night unlike any other. The Winter Ball is a celebration of power and poise, where snow drifts softly through the open courtyards and the light of crystal chandeliers dances across marble floors. Guests will arrive in their finest attire to revel in the elegance, to drink, to scheme, and to celebrate the strength of the Order beneath the shimmering veil of frost. All around, towering stone statues line the halls, so lifelike in form and expression that some whisper they were not always made of stone. Beneath the beauty and stillness of winter, opportunity waits for those bold enough to seize it.
Whispers from the Mid Rim became reports, and reports became undeniable truth. The Core has collapsed. Its once fortified worlds lie exposed beyond the Blackwall, abandoned and ripe for the taking. Raids have already begun, driven by hungry Sith and bold officers unwilling to wait for orders. As the Empress and her Dark Council prepares the Sadow Campaign, rival ambitions and shifting loyalties begin to surface, each maneuver shaping who will rise and who will be undone. The first Blackgate now stands open, casting its shadow over the broken Heart of the galaxy and calling every conqueror to step through.
The Maw Cluster once shielded Sith space from the Core, but the barrier now works both ways. Its twisted routes choke large-scale movement, and the Order needs a true rally point for the coming advance. Chalcedon has been chosen. Long a haven for smugglers and wanderers, the world now sits poised to become the first doorstep into the Core. If the Sith can seize it, Chalcedon will anchor the fleets that carry their dominion across the Mid Rim and into the Heart of the galaxy. First, it must be claimed.
The Sith Order is advancing NOW! Will you advance with it?
