Firefist.
Companion Besh.
One of the micro galaxies that drifted at the distant edge of existence, orbiting the greater whole like a lone spark in deep water. A gem nearly within reach yet separated by a gulf no fleet had ever bridged. It had lingered there for ages, untouched and out of sight.
Until now.
Planeshift had come. The violent reshaping of reality struck the prime Galaxy with staggering force. Entire routes shifted. Star patterns no longer aligned. Worlds fractured and crumbled into drifting stone. What many witnessed as upheaval became something far stranger for Firefist. Companion Besh did not simply move. It was hurled toward the larger Galaxy. Close enough that its light touched familiar charts. Close enough that its borders felt exposed. A precious gem no longer locked behind distance, but hovering just outside the reach of any power bold enough to claim it.
Chaos invited ambition. Profit followed calamity. As Firefist drifted nearer, the peoples within its bounds saw both threat and opportunity. The Tof felt the shift with particular force. Their home had endured the violence of the Planeshift. Their fleets were strained. Their rule weakened. But proximity to the wider Galaxy promised a chance to repair what had been broken. Long ago, their warbands had crossed that gap and brought ruin to distant stars. Memory of that conquest did not sleep. With the barrier thinner than ever, the thought of repeating that old march stirred deep within their ranks.
Before any new invasion could begin, their gaze turned inward. The Tof sought to reestablish control over Firefist itself. Their empire rallied. Ships were called home. Commands spread outward to every system they still influenced. In that renewed push for dominance, their attention fell upon an old enemy. The Nagi had once labored under Tof rule and later broken free of it. With Firefist shifting and tensions rising, the Tof resolved to crush them again.
War drums echoed. Fleets rose. The assault on Nagai space began with full confidence that the old order would be restored.
That confidence lasted only moments.
Outside Firefist, another power had taken notice. The Sith felt the Planeshift as keenly as any scholar or cartographer. Where others saw disruption, the Dark Order saw an open gate. A micro galaxy brought close by force was an invitation. New territory. New resources. New ground for conquest. Armed with certainty and purpose, the Sith crossed the threshold into Companion Besh.
The first engagement was decisive. Tof vessels fell apart under the opening strike, broken across the upper atmosphere of Nagai space. Fire rained from orbit. The Tof assault dissolved in the span of a single exchange. On the ground, Nagai defenders met the invaders with all the strength they possessed. Above them, the balance shifted as the sky tore open under the Sith advance.
Dropships descended through smoke. The dark-armored forces established their presence upon soil that had already been battered by conflict. The Tof had no chance to recover. The Nagai had no moment to understand who had arrived.
And here the truth settled in.
In grand irony, for once they would be heroes. A timely arrival to free the Nagai…or perhaps merely put them under different chains.
The Sith had not come to save Firefist. Their purpose lay far beyond mercy. Yet circumstance placed them in the role of rescuers. The Tof fell before them. The Nagai gasped in relief beneath their shadow. The first foothold was secured not through negotiation, but through the remnants of a battle they had not started.
Now Firefist stood open, its worlds exposed to a power that rarely acted without calculation. The Tof had been halted. The Nagai had been spared from one empire at the very moment another extended its hand.
The storm of the Sith had reached Companion Besh, and the path deeper into Firefist was now clear.
With the first Tof fleet broken, scattered remnants still cling to pockets of territory across Firefist. Isolated warbands, stranded cruisers, and entrenched garrisons refuse to yield, and the Sith move quickly to erase every remaining foothold before the Tof can regroup. This phase of the campaign calls for targeted strikes, hunts through shattered moons, boarding actions on crippled vessels, and the establishment of firm control over the newly freed Nagai territories.
The Sith goal is simple: sweep through these last holdings and erase the Tof presence from Companion Besh before they can regroup. Every outpost, every bunker, every ship that fled the opening strike must be hunted down and crushed to secure the staging ground for the deeper push into Firefist. This is not a campaign of mercy. It is a clean execution of dominance meant to ensure no rival force rises again.
As the fighting unfolds, another layer of conflict rises. Sith forces now stand on Nagai soil, and the victory has left both sides facing difficult questions. Nagai leaders want clarity on what Sith presence will become. Sith commanders argue for the level of influence required to secure a stable route deeper into Firefist. Each negotiation, each display of strength, and each careful alliance begins to shape how Nagi will fit into the wider push into Companion Besh.
Political envoys meet with Nagai elders to establish terms of governance. Military officers argue for occupation zones or supply routes. Spies manipulate rival Nagai clans to ensure Sith stability. Even Sith Lords arrive to impose doctrine or promise protection. Whether through diplomacy, pressure, or calculated persuasion, every move shapes the political future of Nagi and its role in the wider campaign through Firefist.
Beyond the front lines and negotiations, Firefist itself opens wide. The Planeshift has disturbed long–sealed regions across Nagi and its neighboring systems. Uncharted ruins pulse with strange energy. Drifting debris from shattered Tof vessels falls across remote plains. Ancient warnings whispered by Nagai elders now point toward locations that outsiders have never seen.
Those who avoid open conflict or political strain can still find purpose in the aftermath of this upheaval. Searching ruins, retrieving artifacts, exploring lost paths, interacting with locals, and following unusual Force echoes all offer room to build stories entirely apart from the main campaign.
THE FIREFIST CAMPAIGN LAUNCHES NOVEMBER 18!
