The frontier is no longer quiet.
Along the Blackwall, authority is thinning and worlds are being forced to choose what they will become. On Maya Kovel, chaos has taken root as smugglers, defectors, and rival interests fight to seize control before the Sith arrive to end the struggle entirely. On Chalcedon, rival powers clash in the streets as the Sith move to impose singular control and turn the world into a permanent foothold. On Moorja, a call for diplomacy draws in the High Republic, only to collapse into violence when a trap is sprung and escape becomes the only option.
Nothing here is finished. Power is shifting in real time, lines are still being drawn, and the outcome remains unwritten. The storm has begun to move, and the choices made along the frontier will decide how the campaign pushes deeper toward the Core.
The collapse of authority has turned this world into a proving ground. Smugglers, defectors, and rival powers fight to carve influence from its ruins, each believing they can shape what comes next. They are wrong. The Sith have not come to negotiate the future. They have come to decide it.
Whether this world bends or breaks is irrelevant. Its value lies in what its fall will demonstrate. Power is not measured by who governs the ruins, but by who survives their creation. When the dust settles, whatever remains will stand as a lesson to the systems watching from nearby lanes. This is how dominion begins.
Chalcedon is a world of competing authorities layered atop one another, criminal syndicates, mercenary brokers, corporate councils, and local governments all claiming dominion over the same streets. No single power holds enough influence to rule outright, yet each believes the others can be contained. That balance cannot be allowed to persist.
The Sith arrive to collapse those rival claims into a single authority. Control will be imposed through calculated pressure, selective coercion, and decisive force where negotiation fails. Every district which is secured tightens the grip. Every rival removed reduces the margin for resistance. Chalcedon will not be destroyed. It will be consolidated, reshaped into a functional instrument of the campaign, and made to bear the full weight of Sith control until nothing remains that does not answer to it.
Moorja lies along the Blackwall where restraint has begun to weaken. Once aligned with the Alliance, its leadership now tests new paths as old authority fades, sending carefully crafted signals toward the High Republic that suggest a world reconsidering its loyalties. The offer appears diplomatic, measured, and urgent enough to warrant attention.
The response is swift and predictable. A High Republic delegation arrives with Jedi in attendance, believing they are stepping into negotiation. They are mistaken. Moorja has already chosen its course, and its outreach was bait meant to draw the Republic close. When the trap is sprung, the Sith strike without restraint. The meeting collapses into violence, and what follows is not a battle for victory but a desperate fight for escape, marking the moment the storm breaks and the border is forever changed.
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