R E S O L V E
The Blackwall, an engineering marvel, has cast an abyssal shroud of mystery across the workings of the Sith Order, swallowing worlds in shadow and concealing the violence moving beneath it. Those who have sought to pierce its veil have found only defeat, and from behind its storm-wracked curtain the Sith have emerged blooded and emboldened.
Moorja made that much plain.
What was spilled there reopened old fault lines. Across the Galactic North, whispers of Sith aggression hardened into warnings. Within the chambers of the High Republic, caution gave way to suspicion as patrol routes expanded, temple worlds heightened their defenses, and diplomats spoke of peace while fleets quietly repositioned. The Sith saw it all and answered through methods more unsettling than open war.
From the depths of the Blackwall came roving strike forces loosed into Republic territory. They moved as hunters. Border stations burned, convoys vanished, and settlements woke to slaughter and smoke. These raids bore a ritual cruelty, and each strike spread fear farther than fleets could travel.
Some in the Republic named them piracy. Others saw calculated provocation. Those who understood the Sith recognized design. The attacks stirred panic while concealing purpose, and behind each raid lingered the question of what larger aim lay hidden behind the Blackwall.
Old hatreds provided the answer.
The ancient struggle between the Jedi Order and the Sith needed no rekindling. Moorja had already fed it blood.
New Cov would feel the first blow.
It was a Jedi world steeped in Force lore, its ancient temple grounds rising from jungles older than many empires. Symbol alone made it worthy prey, yet symbolism was not the only prize. In the capital city of Ilic, beneath a vast transparisteel dome, biomolecule production of significant value stood under Republic protection. Such denial had never held meaning for the Sith. What they were refused, they took.
They came in shadowed craft, descending through storm and darkness without declaration. No armada announced them. No warning preceded them. Their vessels slipped through the atmosphere and vanished into the jungles pressing against Ilic’s perimeter.
Beneath the canopy, strike teams spread in disciplined silence, blackened armor blending into the growth around them, red blades left dark as they advanced. This was no occupation force, but a strike meant to cut and vanish.
Within the dome, life continued undisturbed. Transit lanes moved. Towers burned with light. The city breathed in peace, unaware that death gathered beyond its shield.
The assault was meant to be swift, a bloodied smash and grab meant to plunder, desecrate, and disappear before the Republic could answer. Yet even among the raiders, there were those who suspected New Cov served a larger purpose. The world bore the shape of a challenge hurled across old history, a wound intended to draw the Jedi into response.
As the first strike teams closed upon the dome and shadowed craft circled above, this was more than a raid driven by appetite.
It was an opening move.
Hidden in the hostile jungles of New Cov lies an ancient Jedi Temple rich with relics, holocrons, and forgotten knowledge. Sith strike forces cut through the overgrowth to plunder its secrets or reduce the sanctuary to ruin. Jedi defenders may hold sacred ground, evacuate artifacts, or make a stand within the temple’s ancient halls, while hunters, marauders, and opportunists battle through jungle and ruin alike. From duels among broken corridors to expeditions into sealed chambers, this objective invites conflict over whether the temple’s knowledge will be stolen, destroyed, or defended in blood.
Sith raiders have descended upon Ilic to seize the true prize of New Cov: the biomolecule research housed within the New Cov Biomolecule Company headquarters. While violence in the city divides defenders, strike forces move to steal research, secure samples, and carry scientists and data back behind the Blackwall. Jedi, Republic defenders, raiders, and opportunists may battle through burning streets, defend laboratories, sabotage the theft, or fight to extract the knowledge itself. At the heart of the chaos lies a single question: who will claim the harvest New Cov has cultivated?
Launching April 30th!
