r/Starwarsrp • • Jan 23 '21

Complete The Battle of Fondor

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The three Delta-class DX19 transports shot through hyperspace en route to the Fondor system. The Unitary Systems were unaware of what was coming their way. The Rae Coalition had planned for months and it was time for them to see if it would have paid off. Sixty of their best soldiers were joined by sixteen fine Jedi. The ships and the teams had simple designations. Delta One, Delta Two, and Delta Three.

Delta One and Delta Two were mostly Coalition troopers armed with enough explosives to critically damage the Expanse-class Star Dreadnought. The Jedi with them were an extra layer of security to guarantee that the bomb squad got in and out safely. Delta Three on the other hand, carried the most of the Jedi. Their duty was to take out the Lord Protector, former Jedi Council member, Udon-Zan. Some of the Jedi on board had misgivings, but they all knew their duty.

Herschel sat in the back of the cockpit meditating. He’d been meditating since the ship the transport was inside of jumped out of Abregado-Rae. He wasn’t nervous. He couldn’t be. Herschel knew that if he had a bad feeling, it would be his doom. He opened his eyes and found his vision was a bit blurry. He could see that they were in the Fondor system and he could hear someone saying they had just fled the Lamuir system and there was a Coalition fleet building up there. Herschel wasn’t sure if it was the pilot of this transport, Allan O’Brian, or if he just heard it over the comm. Herschel let out a yawn and realized he had actually been napping.

He unbuckled himself and went into the rear of the ship where most of the others were waiting. “It’s almost time. May the Force be with us,” Herschel said.


r/Starwarsrp • • Feb 09 '20

OOC Congratulations, /r/StarWarsRP! You are Tiny Subreddit of the Day!

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r/Starwarsrp • • Nov 30 '20

OOC Setting and Story [Updated!]

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Context

Over the last several years, /r/starwarsrp and its community have worked together to tell tales set in the future of the Star Wars saga, staying as closely within the bounds of what is now considered canon, while supplementing gaps in the SW universe with Legends sources, where applicable. Using these rough guidelines, the community has attempted to predict/imagine the state of the galaxy, usually several hundred years into the future, while trying to keep the tone of canon historical events in mind. With the release of the third and final installment of Disney's Sequel Trilogy, the community came together in the opening months of 2020 to begin the start of a new story, now that the canon of the main saga has settled.

Our story began in the opening days of the year 300 ABY...


Important Infographics and Documents

Major Factions

The Jedi Order

The Dark Jedi

The Alliance of the Free Worlds

The Imperial Warlords of the Core

Other notable organizations


What's Next?

Read! This is a writing and roleplay group, so watch out for new posts by approved characters on the main subreddit as their storylines unfold! After enough time passes and notable events transpire, the Galactic Map will be updated, new infographics & documents will release, and the infamous SWRP Episodes (our retelling of the story's events in a narrative tapestry) will drop!

Episode I: Fractured States

Episode II: Uneasy Alliances


We would be honored, if you would join us.


r/Starwarsrp • • Jan 12 '20

/r/Starwarsrp--Setting and Story

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r/Starwarsrp • • Oct 07 '17

yay Congratulations, /r/Starwarsrp! You are Tiny Subreddit of the Day!

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r/Starwarsrp • • Jan 26 '22

OOC Episode 3: Rising Stakes

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Following the Alliance’s retreat before the Security Coalition reinforcements at Rasterous, both sides benefited from a short reprieve ahead of the incoming battle over Zeltros. Murith Severan returned a hero to the Despot’s palace where, backed by his wife and the Despot’s guards, he beheaded the inept Despot and assumed power in his place as Princeps, turning the Rasterous Despotism into the Severan Principate. Rax Halligan commenced negotiations to acquire Gyndine’s shipyards, and Supreme Commander Maippo finalized the Alliance’s preparations for the impending battle with Captain Estric and Io’saris. Knowing his requested reinforcements would never arrive in time, Maippo organized his forces to fight the Security Coalition’s vastly larger fleet and planned for his own replacement should the worst happen, rather than retreat further to Kashyyyk. With Rax occupied with the Alliance in contested space, Admiral Druhn Strellic and Captain Dorfus Tardo undertook the conquest of Cyrillia in his stead as ordered, setting their sights on the world’s high-end droid factories. A trouble-free space battle and invasion were followed by a methodical planetary campaign: Cyrillia’s capital surrendered and Admiral Strellic’s forces marched on, continent by continent, until the planet was finally secured with the orbital bombardment of the fortified city of Kadoctu, the last major bastion of resistance.

Above Corellia, returning triumphant from his special mission to Abregado-dai, Crixus Payne was welcomed home to Monolith by his uncle Dumenaris’s anger and Force lightning that left him on the brink of death. When he finally regained consciousness after three days, Crixus was told how, by subjugating Ulric Sigliano through the Force to procure equipment for his mission, he had scared the mobster into contacting the Jedi. Alliance operatives within Sovereignty borders had now captured sensitive information and fled, intending to deliver it to the Jedi Council. CorSec assigned the hard-nosed and loyal Major Arajane Caiwick to intercept the data chip before it made it to The Wheel where the Jedi would collect it; unbeknownst to her, Arajane was also being tested, as this difficult assignment would determine if she had what it took to become one of CorSec’s few and elite marshals. And in the meantime, Crixus was tasked with finding Ulric Sigliano, and dealing with him.

On their way to Fondor, deep in hyperspace, the Jedi prepared to face their destiny against the Lord Protector and the Expanse. Answering Herschel, Halen, Se’Soom and Rid’s call for reinforcements, an elite Jedi strike team was travelling from Ossus, comprised notably of masters Lytrinn Halt, Obadd Ulat and Kian Dasnus, as well as knights Allan O’Brian, Ravee Chasel and Koh-Tal Gresh; the team was also joined by two powerful members of the Jedi Council, the Abednedo Master Gan and the Order’s very own Battlemaster, the Elomin Arranmaneth N’on Valbedeth. In the time before they reached Fondor, as other Jedi meditated or sparred, Ravee tended to the injured Master Halt, still suffering from his cruel captivity at the hands of the Ascendants.

At the same time, on their home planet, the remaining Jedi were organizing the mass evacuation of their temple, having to reckon with an imminent attack by the Expanse should the strike team fail in their mission. Grandmaster Larsei tasked certain Jedi with finding a suitable planet for the Order to seek refuge; one of them, Jessice Tatham went to the remains of Scarif after having a vision of the planet populated with Jedi. There, she met the carefree Mandalorian scavenger Jak Streborn and hired her to guide her over the planet as she looked for answers to her vision. Meanwhile, back on Ossus, the young padawan Bael Staark was briefly reunited with his sister Raerra during the evacuation, who gifted him their father’s lightsaber before his master Daryon Langrow took him to Telos IV for training. Only a select few Jedi stayed behind to watch over those too frail to be preemptively displaced; in charge of them was the Chief healer of the Order, Master Tovi Aruwa, assisted by her padawan Volene.

Having fought fiercely to capture Kuat with the Cerulean Guard, Chessis Remora now had to fight fiercely to retain it, as a powerful force of Kuat’s Neimoidian and Balmorran allies attacked with everything they could muster to retake the Kuati empire’s former capital planet. Chessis and her squadron defeated the superior enemy fleet by infiltrating its capital ship, the Pylat, causing a distraction and buying enough time for reinforcements to arrive and swing the battle in the Guard’s favour. But just after the battle, Chessis faced a dilemma as her old crewmate Darros came to Kuat with shocking news: Arthur Xadran, warlord of the Carida Authority, was still alive and hiding on the remote planet Batuu. Despite considering herself loyal to the Cerulean Guard after months of service, Chessis chose to honor her allegiance to Carida, and left with Darros aboard the Crystal Skull.

On lawless Serenno, unrest took hold after the illegitimate son of the former Serenno Count Leonsis II, Almorus Serenno-Borgin, returned to his home planet at the head of a considerable fleet of Kuati and Caridan ships and seized power for himself by killing his clone half-brother; immediately, Almorus began a war on spice against the far-reaching and established Serenno Cartel, striving to restore Serenno’s former prestige and root out the rampant criminal element spreading suffering and debauchery. To that end, he opened positive relationships with neighbouring worlds and created the Serenno Ministry of Security, a loyal planetary-wide police force to replace Serenno’s corrupt law enforcement institutions. As he announced the initiative in a public speech, Almorus survived a direct hit from a long-range blaster rifle thanks to his Serennian armorweave suit absorbing the worst of the blast; he even took care to finish his allocution before he received medical attention aboard his flagship, pleased to see his policies were starting to unnerve the cartels enough to attempt on his life.

Crixus began his hunt in Sigliano Cartel territory, but he quickly realized he would have to make do with terrorizing henchmen as Ulric himself was long gone from Corellia. Seeking a trail, Crixus oversaw a raid conducted on a suspect spice lab by the implacable Valkyries, CorSec’s intervention task force commanded by the blunt Lieutenant Freya Grime. His suspicion aroused by the strange Corellian-made spice as well as the rabid criminals who seemed to bear all but the deadliest wounds without a flinch, Crixus requisitioned the service of the clever and wisecracking Lieutenant Inspector Leysson Isoder to help make sense of the scene. Together, the three CorSec officers uncovered multiple leads on this new and experimental substance; leveraging his authority as a marshal, Crixus took lieutenants Isoder and Grime into his personal service, as he needed them to carry on the investigation at the Gold Room, a classy nightclub with apparent connections to the crime scene, later the same day. In the hours before then, Crixus conducted occult research that he hoped would help him overcome his powerful uncle Dumenaris, Leysson investigated leads into spaceports tied with the illegal substance, and Freya sought fashion advice from a friend in anticipation of her night at the Gold Room.

Meanwhile, Tonveth’s Sith academy thrived. With his newly-bled lightsaber, Tonveth played master to sixteen trainees, among which his associate Yathrea and an old Pantoran and former Jedi master, the bookish Yanus Vanchuit. Feeling ire and indignation at being lectured and made to stand at attention with initiates rather than treated as equals, Yathrea and Yanus bid their time, each vowing to one day take revenge on Tonveth for the humiliation he put them through. Soon enough, Yanus was promoted to Sith mystic and tasked by Tonveth with discovering a new hyperspace route to the planet Roon through a near-impenetrable nebula known as the Cloak of the Sith; Tonveth hoped Roon could host his new Sith Order should their current academy ever be compromised. With Yanus away, Tonveth and Yathrea finally had their inevitable confrontation as Yathrea put in motion her plan to kill Tonveth for corrupting her children and turning them away from her. In the ensuing duel, Yathrea was momentarily paralyzed with distress as she felt her children be wiped out by poison gas, and Tonveth seized the opportunity to disarm and kill the former Enlightenment master. Victorious, Tonveth displayed Yahtrea’s lightsaber as a trophy as he promoted more Sith and carried on with his academy’s operations, informing a returned and successful Yanus that they would soon be ready to fight against Jedi…

Over Zeltros, the Security Coalition fleet headed by Murith, Rax and Moff Garel dropped out of hyperspace to find the Alliance ships still present despite the terms of the ultimatum, and after a tense standoff, the Coalition’s ships opened fire and the battle began. Both fleets exchanged fire, and in their respective ships, the Mandalorian mercenary Borcha Ferel and Commander Hieronymas Bayanian engaged the Alliance’s superior starfighter force. As the Coalition adopted a tight formation that the Alliance tried to disrupt through the use of tractor beams, Murith unleashed his powerful Force powers, entering a dominant battle meditation that disheartened the Alliance forces and let his own troops act with unnatural coordination, allowing for tactics that should have been impossible to any navy. Contrastedly, the Alliance ships were in disarray: their shots started to go astray, comms became cluttered, uncoordinated commanders ordered frenzied charges or panicked retreats on their own authority, even causing collisions amongst themselves.

As the battle raged on, a few Alliance ships who had remained stationed in the Mattri system enacted Supreme Commander Maippo’s plan and jumped to Rasterous, hoping to find it undefended and inflict a critical blow by destroying their shipyards as the Security Coalition fleet was gathered at Zeltros. Unfortunately for them, the system was defended by Vice Admiral Kel Las and the ISD Sacrosanct; the small Alliance force engaged the Star Destroyer and the shipyards, but when their ships started to take sizeable damage, they were forced to retreat having only dealt minor blows to the shipyards. Back over Zeltros, Io’saris sent dozens of unmanned ships filled with explosives to detonate against Coalition capital ships, severely damaging Rax Halligan’s Aphelion, before herself losing her lucidity to Murith’s battle meditation. Even Supreme Commander Maippo fell victim to it. Advised by one of the Jedi present, he ordered every ship to fire on Murith’s Extirpation to disrupt his concentration, but unbeknownst to them, they were targeting the wrong Bellator in their confusion. In one final, desperate assault, Maippo, Io’saris and what remained of the Alliance fleet launched themselves at the second Bellator, managing to tear apart the massive ship even as they were battered and destroyed by the rest of the Coalition fleet, until the Supreme Commander was dead, his Hunter’s Steed destroyed, and there were no Alliance ships left to oppose the Security Coalition in the system.

Rumors of Rax’s death at Zeltros reached Mimban and spread like wildfire; word made it to Captain Tardo’s ear that some among the Mimbanese were advocating for a return of the old democratic regime to replace Rax’s autocratic rule. At once, he left Cyrillia with Admiral Strellic and brought two Star Destroyers, the Fortune and the Maelstrom, to safeguard Mimban’s stability. But when the former Despotism admiral hinted at repressing the peaceful and limited reformation sentiment through his usual violent means, even in the heart of Rax’s seat of power and popularity, a horrified Tardo invited him to his office to discuss, where with a shot of his blaster, he rid the galaxy of the Butcher of Zeltros.

After some searching, Chessis and Darros found Arthur on Batuu and successfully extracted him in the face of violent opposition. The two pleaded with the former warlord to return and reinstate the Carida Authority while loyal support still remained, but Arthur declined, knowing the galaxy was too dangerous for him while so many wanted him dead. Instead, he handed them a datastick with information that would help them find a former squadron mate of theirs and asked to be left on Jakku. There, however, left behind by Chessis and her squadron, Arthur was identified by facial recognition and followed by the Hunter’s Lodge. Huntmaster Zaytris herself descended to Jakku’s surface and breached Arthur’s hotel, chasing him as he jumped out of a window and escaped on a speeder which crashed in their struggle. The two finally entered a duel, with Arthur wielding a phrik rapier and Zaytris her sister’s lightsaber. Zaytris disarmed Arthur and blamed his Jedi bounty for her sister’s death before executing the former warlord, obtaining her personal revenge as well as collecting vast bounties for the Lodge’s benefit.

Back in business for the first time since his prison break, Marclay Coppola carried out an operation with Cain on the desert planet Er’Kit, where he freed a brilliant Twi’lek chemist by the name of La’Cruz, who had been kept as a slave, and took him on as a partner. Learning about Almorus’s takeover of Serenno and his war on the Serenno cartels, Marclay saw his chance to finally take revenge on Del Descoteaux, cartel leader and his father’s murderer. Collaborating with old friends as well as with Almorus himself, Marclay learned about the new state of the underworld, and began to plan his strike…

From the planet Bastion, in the distant northern reaches of the galaxy, the Velmerian Empire moved. Tired of seeing her Empire’s military used as glorified mercenaries by the Intergalactic Banking Clan, dreaming of expansion, Èlodie Velmerys, daughter of the aging Emperor, launched a comprehensive campaign against Yaga Minor which she helmed, both in space and on the ground. As they laid siege to the city of Yegram, the Velmerians faced heavy resistance and their advance stalled. Still personally leading her forces, Èlodie was wounded by Yagai artillery and transported off the battlefield as her troops carried on the fight in her name with renewed vigor, until the defeated Yagai agreed to peace on Èlodie’s generous terms; no sooner was the armistice signed than the Empress-to-be turned her attention to Borosk and the rest of the Prefsbelt sector.

In the Gold Room, Leysson and Freya carried on their investigation on behalf of Crixus, who was occupied playing the organ for the night’s entertainment. Near the end of his solo performance, Crixus drew upon the Force to alter his music and touch the minds of the attendees in a powerful display, which was felt all the way to Monolith station by the wandering dark Jedi Julia Verence, who made for the Gold Room with the intention to confront the being at the source of the outburst. Meanwhile, the show went on and the investigation resumed; Leysson and Freya made meager progress before leaving by the end of the concert. Crixus then met with the famous Sierra Langley, socialite and former holovid actress, who made cryptic references to Crixus’s Force sensitivity that she and mysterious others had always known about.

Julia landed at the Gold Room and immediately recognized Crixus as the Force-sensitive she was after, but their encounter was interrupted when the cartel-affiliated security personnel flooded the nightclub and opened fire on Crixus. The assassination attempt was thwarted as Crixus and Julia fought off the enforcers, helped by the unexpected intervention of an off-duty CorSec intelligence operative, Lilith Amaria, who was present for the concert. With Julia having revealed herself as a former Jedi during the fight, Crixus knew too well she would imminently become a wanted fugitive in Sovereignty space; having his own personal plans for Julia, Crixus used his position as a marshal to mislead CorSec and facilitate her escape from the Gold Room as the two left in a transport speeder piloted by Jhoro Daraay, spacer turned driver-for-hire after falling on hard times. Only stopping by CorSec headquarters to recover the fruits of his earlier research, Crixus guided Julia and Jhoro to find refuge within his family’s estate aboard Monolith station.

Following that night, relentless in his investigation, Leysson came to worrisome conclusions regarding the strange substance from the spice lab, dubbed spixie – it appeared that in the course of their experimentations, newcomers to the spice scene had unwittingly created a supersoldier serum with debilitating long-term effects, which threatened to spark a war between CorSec and cartels and throw Corellian society into chaos. Suspecting Ulric Sigliano to be behind the accidental discovery, Leysson went to meet with rival crime syndicate leader Corin Ordo and reached an agreement with him: in exchange for information on Sigliano’s whereabouts, Leysson would capture Mikael Coppola, who at last had decided to leave Corellia after learning of his brother Marclay’s escape from prison, and deliver him to Ordo. During this time, Freya and her Valkyries, among which promising rookie Juno Taliran, descended upon a mysterious OxnFree compound on the planet Duros, revealed by a tracker Leysson had planted on one of the company’s ships. In extremis, Freya managed to stop the gangsters from detonating the entire facility, leaving it ripe for investigation…

Still dealing with the aftermath of Arthur’s death, Zaytris had to mend the Lodge’s relationship with an important contributor, Grobbo the Hutt, after one of the Lodge’s recruits, the Mandalorian Draak Gedyc, went rogue and participated in his clan’s killing of Lodge client Shizu the Hutt for placing a bounty on one of their own. To redeem the Lodge in Grobbo’s eyes, Zaytris mobilized its hunters to eradicate the Gedyc clan in retaliation, eliminating every last member as she personally slew Draak in duel. Her task complete, the Huntmaster then left for Ossus to find Allan, having been alerted that he had not erased her sister’s file in the Jedi archives despite their agreement. Waiting for his return to the Jedi temple from Fondor, Zaytris spent time reflecting on Ossus before visiting her sister’s old master, Master Traufurt, to inform him of Sara’s death; she was then taken into Jedi custody.

At last, the Jedi strike team reached the Expanse and the operation began. At their side, a Coalition fleet engaged the superior Fondorian ships against dire odds, only hoping to grant the Jedi more breathing room as they boarded the monstrous SSD. Battlemaster Arranmaneth, Master Halt and Master Alendi led half the Jedi through the ship, dispatching stormtroopers and Saber Rakes as they made for the Lord Protector’s observatory to apprehend him; meanwhile, Kian, Se’Soom and the remaining Jedi attacked alongside the bulk of the Coalition troops led by the grizzled Sergeant Fastle, aiming to destroy the Expanse by planting powerful bombs in its engine room. Thanks in no small part to their spy Umi Laa subtly assisting their advance from the SSD’s bridge, both teams made steady progress until the first team reached the observatory and realized they had been deceived: a Force-sensitive impostor, the Fondorian lord Sinclair Dugaul, had assumed the Lord Protector’s identity in the observatory just as the real Lord Protector moved to intercept the second team in the engine room, laying waste to Jedi knights and his own Saber Rakes indiscriminately.

The first team had to fight through the deception in the observatory, met with a barrage of fire from the men of Lieutenant Ahto Haedus that claimed Rid Shert’s life before the Jedi could close in on their assailants and defeat them. In his final moment, Lieutenant Haedus armed a thermal detonator that maimed both Master Gan and the impostor Lord Dugaul. Allan stayed behind to heal the injured councillor as the rest of the team pursued the Lord Protector to the engine room, where Kian was barely holding him off in single combat; Udon-Zan struck down the Jedi master seconds before he was engaged by Lytrinn and what remained of the first team. Standing alone against five Jedi, the formidable Lord Protector crushed Battlemaster Arranmaneth despite Master Ulat’s attempt to supress his connection to the Force. Elsewhere on the Expanse, even as unfolded this clash for the ages, the tenacious Sergeant Fastle managed to make the best of his hopeless situation and blew up the ship’s bridge at the cost of his own life, and Padawan Ra’Bhamus faced his own predicament as he fought off and bested four Saber Rakes by himself. Meanwhile, the tides were slowly turning against the Jedi, now four against one, as more of them were inflicted severe injuries by the Lord Protector. Allan and Gan’s heroic intervention swung the fight back in their favour as the Lord Protector abandoned all semblance of humanity, taking a mortal wound only to inflict one back with the ferocity of a wild beast, creating an opening for Lytrinn to finish him off and end his reign of terror over Fondor. Victorious, the surviving Jedi narrowly escaped from the Expanse before it exploded, limping back to Abregado-rae to regroup and recover...


r/Starwarsrp • • Nov 25 '20

Complete This is the Coppola Way

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From "A 'Family' Reunion of Sorts".

Sometime later, around two hours, Marclay found himself seated in the mess hall for lunch. He was alone in the center of the room, playing with the gray slop in his tray. The entire table to his own. He wouldn’t have had it any other way, though. Marclay closed his eyes, steadied his breathing, and he clutched the crusty bread in his right hand tightly. He pictured the room around him: a table flanking each side of his, two of his men mingling at both by his objective, a table in front and behind -one of his men at each- the kitchen and lunch queue even further in front, and two guards conversing quietly atop the catwalk above, in the far left corner of the room.

His men were in position in the lunchroom, and, soon, more should be getting in their designated places throughout the rest of the prison. Four outside in the corridor leading back to their cells; two to cause a diversion and two to keep the way clear. Another two loitering in the library and two cellmates getting some r&r, whose rooms happen to be the closest to the cellblock’s control room.

The target? To attack every single one of the gangbangers that beat him on Big Chungus’ orders and strike them down. Three Weequays, two Quarrens and Twileks, a Devaronian, and three humans. Marclay had committed their faces to memory, as well as made sure to always stay amongst his men until he was ready for this day. Marclay learned long ago, if his enemies brought a knife, to bring a gun. If they put one of his in the hospital, He'd put ten of theirs in the morgue. That's the Coppola Way. Now it was time for his bloody vengeance.

Everyone was just waiting for the signal…

Marclay recalled his meeting with his fellow gangsters days prior…

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In the mess hall, he was sitting at the table, not unlike his current activity, yet he was surrounded by former members of Riktor’s gang and some newcomers. Notably, a big lad with a nasty scar on the side of his face. Young and quiet, though, the man would look out of place amongst the scores of hardened criminals if it wasn’t for his messed up face.

“So here’s the plan,” Marclay began. It was the third time he’s made this speech over the course of three days. Groups over five were not permitted, and Marclay didn’t want to raise the attention, nor ire, of the guards, so he had to plan carefully around this. “Iggy will be on mess duty tomorrow and will hand out the goods Rentuko managed to get in. We only got ten, so we gotta be smart…”

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The signal, however, would not be from Marclay. So he, along with the rest of his crew, was waiting patiently. Remaining in a calm demeanor was his specialty, but even he was becoming anxious at relying on scum he barely knew and most certainly didn’t trust. But they all had a common goal, getting the fuck out of here. It just so happened they were striking two swamp-rats with a single rock.

A Quarren burst into the mess-hall. He was shouting and waving his arms wildly, knocking trays out of other inmates’ hands. Laying it on a bit thick, Marclay thought to himself. “Guards! Guards! Radni and Davvi are beatin’ each other senseless, they are!” The Qaurren’s small tentacles wriggled sporadically as the creature pointed towards the door and shouted up at the guards. Marclay would later learn that the two dipshits, Radni and Davvi, had a -possible- mental deficiency and took his orders quite literally and had been absolutely beating each other’s teeth out.

The guards took off down the catwalk while calling out the situation over the comms. There was the signal, but they had to be quick about it. The room won’t be abandoned by guards forever.

Marclay looked over his shoulder and nodded to his men sitting at the table to the left of his, and then again towards the right wall. He squeezed his bread loaf hard, crumbling it to pieces. He felt something stiff and hard in the midst of the bun and pulled it out. A short, slender piece of metal filed to a point. A shiv. All ten of them hidden in the bakery goods Rentuko smuggled in for them.

The next few moments passed as if time itself slowed. Each of his men stationed carefully around the mess hall burst their buns to brandish their weapons before promptly burying them into their targets. His six men, all around him, brought their hands up and down and up again. Their movements appeared almost choreographed. A brutal dance creating a scene of savagery and blood. His enemies stood no chance; their hands held up for mercy. But there would be no mercy that day, and their blood painted the walls and table.

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“...after the distraction outside the mess, we attack. Ferryc, Draxto, and the rest of their mates gather in the mess hall during the second period. That’s seven, we get them, we strike a serious blow to Big Chungus’ gang, but we don’t end there, oh no.” Marclay smiled. It was simultaneously mischievous and malicious. “The Devaronian, Grizla Vartek, skips out and hangs out in the library. I need two of you on him. Do not underestimate him; he’s quite large. Radni and Davvi will be making a distraction here.” Marclay pointed outside the mess hall on the makeshift map he made with scraps of food and utensils. “I need you two to stay in your cells. I’ll send someone with your next orders at the time. It's too risky otherwise…”

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Everyone in the mess hall reacted like bugs dodging a boot from the sky. They all jumped up and looked nervously around at each other, wondering what the fuck just happened. All but one, who socked one of Marclay’s men after they got done skewering a filthy Quarren. Perhaps it was another member of Big Chungus’ gang that Marclay missed, or perhaps just a deranged animal whose first reaction is with their fists. No matter.

Marclay jumped up to his feet, gripped the man roughly on the shoulder, and spun him around. He saw wide, surprised eyes and a lopsided grin. The man’s attention seemed unfocused, and, unfortunately for him, they never got the chance as Marclay embedded his shiv in the man’s gullet and tore down forcefully. Blood spurted all over his front and face.

Then, Marclay jumped atop the table and addressed the whole of the mess-hall. He must have looked quite the sight, his white jumpsuit, once again, covered in red.

“I am Marclay Coppola! I have delivered your freedom! If you want to keep it, THEN RAISE HELL!!!” His men roared their approval, and soon the entire kitchen and hall joined in.

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Meanwhile, in the library

Halfdanno and Hijax were waiting rather impatiently at their table, taking suspicious peeks over their holo-novels they were trying, and failing, to use as cover. Their eyes swiveled from the clock on the wall, waiting for midday to come, and at the hulking figure sitting alone near the back. Their hearts beat quickly as the anxiety began to set in. “How’d we get this job. Look at him, he’s a kriffin’ monster, he is,” whispered Halfdanno, a weequay.

“Shut up, let’s just do it,” chided Hijax. He quickly got up out of his seat and tentatively took a step forward. One hand was behind his back as he nervously fingered the metal shiv he had acquired earlier during first-period lunch.

“Yo, Grizla, is that you? I didn’t know you read. My man-”

Grizla opened up a single eye and leered at the incoming Hijax. He had his arms crossed and his head down, catching some shut-eye. Or so the two thought. “If we’re going to do this, just get it started already.” The devaronian’s voice was low. A deep baritone that seemingly shook the air around him.

Hijax and Halfdanno stopped in their tracks, and each gave each other looks of surprise and confusion. Hijax frowned, then shrugged, and pulled out his shiv.

“Well, IF YOU SAY SO!” Hijax launched himself at the devil man, shiv raised in the air. Grizla didn’t move. The sharp piece of metal buried itself into Grizla’s shoulder. Blood bubbled out and dripped down the devaronian’s chest and back. He turned his red, horned, head and looked upon his new wound; Rather nonchalantly. He gripped Hijax’s wrist tightly, as if his hand were iron, and pulled up, forcing the shiv out of his shoulder. Hijax’s eyes went wide in surprise, and threw his body on his arm to try to force it back down. It was no use. Grizla smiled wickedly and laughed in Hijax’s face.

“This wouldn’t even suit me as a toothpick,” he spat.

Shaking himself from his initial shock, Halfdanno threw himself at Grizla next, who was still seated. Grizla frowned and growled; his yellow eyes flicked to Halfdanno. He kicked the table he was seated at with his large foot and sent it flying into the belly of Halfdanno. Letting out a slow, sinister laugh, he grabbed the struggling Hijax’s throat with his free hand. His long, black fingernails dug into Hijax’s flesh, drawing blood, and finally stood up. The devil was well over six feet tall, and Hijax’s feet left the floor as he was lifted off the ground.

“Hah hah hah.” Grizla stared into the eyes of the human he had in his clutches and tightened his grip on Hijax’s wrist. Subtle cracking noises could just be heard in the quiet library, followed by Hijax’s screams. The human relinquished his hold on the bloody shiv. It was at that point Grizla roared, grabbed Hijax’s face, and twisted violently. Craaack. Hijax’s limp body fell to the floor in a thud.

“Now, your turn,” Grizla whispered menacingly, his mouth twisted in a cruel smile.

“No! NO! Have mercy, please!”

“Not this day. As you see, friend,” Grizla began, crouching down by the prone Halfdanno and gesturing towards Hijax’s body. “I’m a little too far in to stop now. Don’t worry, you won’t feel much pain, heh.” With a quick twisting motion, he effortlessly broke Halfdanno’s neck as well.

Not many moments later, the alarms sounded throughout the facility, and red warning lights flashed every which way. Grizla lifted his head curiously and looked around at the lights.

“Curious.” He wasted no time in leaving the library to investigate what was going on…

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Marclay had hopped off the table some moments ago, after having guided all the random inmates that had been in the mess hall out, urging them all to create chaos. He opened the door where Radni and Davvi were causing a diversion and peered outside. Radni and Davvi each had a knee on a guard’s armored chest, hands gripping the man’s helmet, and were repeatedly bashing the guard’s head into the ground. The Quarren that had dramatically stumbled into the mess hall had his shiv in hand and was furiously stabbing the second guard’s throat where there was limited armor.

“Stop fucking about and get the bodies inside. You’re late,” Marclay called out to them. “And what happened to you two’s faces?” Radni and Davvi’s faces were bruised and bloody. They stopped what they were doing and gave Marclay equally toothless grins. “Yknow what, I don’t care, just hurry up.”

Marclay held the door open for them as they dragged the bodies inside, casting an anxious eye about. They didn’t have much time. Between the crowd of inmates hooting and hollering down the other corridor and the cameras, no doubt, picking up the murders, guards will be coming back in force.

Marclay slammed the door shut and began barking orders. “Start stripping them down. Radni, you start putting on the armor.” Marclay tossed his shiv over his shoulder and picked up the DC-17 blaster pistol one of the guards had in his holster and a commlink and tossed them to Davvi after tuning the comm’s frequency. “Davvi, I need you to run to Krill and Yuttigieg in their cells and contact me as soon as you do. I want you in my ear in five minutes, now go!”

Davvi nodded, playfully saluted his brother, Radni, while wearing a goofy smile, and exited the mess hall at a brisk pace. Marclay stripped the pistol and commlink off the other guard.

“You, Scarface,” Marclay snapped impatiently at the disfigured man who had recently joined the prison. “Don this other uniform and armor, and make it quick if you want to get out of here alive.”

Turning his back on Cain, Marclay fiddled with the commlink to ensure it was on the same frequency as Davvi’s, which was the general setting for the Right Hand gang.

“C.C., you have the green light for your approach,” he said through the commlink. He knew Catalina Corvo would have commlink on her person and be waiting for his signal. Now it was a matter of time. Thirty minutes at the most. But he had other business to take care of first.

Soon after, alarms sounded throughout.

“Everyone out. The guards will swarm this place and the catwalks. We have to go further down. You two,” Marclay called to Cain and Radni. “On me.” He turned on his heels, DC-17 held tightly in his hands, and exited out of the door opposite the one barricaded. It led to more cells, yet there was an access-way to the lower cellblocks on this side.


r/Starwarsrp • • Feb 04 '20

Self post The Jedi Cannot Be Trusted

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For as far as the eye could see, darkness blanketed all, acting as an omnipresent, omnipotent miasma that served as both the backdrop and the atmosphere in all directions. There was no light, Crixus realized, as the artificial lenses of his cybernetic eyes tried in vain to adjust to the unnatural environment.

“This is unnatural…” Crixus said aloud to himself, and in doing so, confirmed his suspicion - he was dreaming. Had he been in a room, he would have been able to hear his voice acoustically reflected around the walls and ceiling. Had he been in space, there would have been no voice at all - But there was a voice, his voice, projected with absolute clarity in his mind. Suddenly, the darkness around him was no longer confusing, but rather, elucidating.

He had been here before, he remembered, though it had been quite some time. As understanding flooded his consciousness, he recalled that his mortal body was resting on a cot in a cabin aboard a starship… which starship, though? Crixus forced himself to ignore the question because it didn’t matter. What mattered was that he was here now, and what happened here demanded his attention.

As if on cue, the blazing, emerald light of a green lightsaber blade’s ignition crashed through the darkness just in front of him, the powerful hum of the weapon casting its glow over and around him, allowing his eyes to drink in the sudden stimuli. He was sitting in a chair, he realized, with a small table in front of him. On the other side, holding the lightsaber, was his Uncle and Master, Dumenaris Payne. Black, beady eyes peered at Crixus from the opposite side of the small table, the lightsaber held calmly between them in the iron grip of Dumenaris’s long fingers. Crixus opened his mouth to speak but was immediately interrupted.

“Time is a relative concept, Crixus,” Dumenaris said, his voice both gliding and growling, like the low, slow rumble of molten earth sliding between tectonic fissures. He continued, speaking as if he were merely picking up a conversation that the two of them had been having. “Up here, on Monolith, she is safer and ages slower. It’s purely a medicinal decision. Do you understand me, Crixus?” Dumenaris asked, the fingers of his left hand twitching and tapping against the table as he spoke.

Again, before Crixus could speak, he was interrupted by another voice.

“Yes, my Master.”

It was his voice, yes - but much younger. Crixus noticed that his Uncle was no longer looking directly at him, but had instead turned his head to look at the other person sitting at the table with them, who up until now, Crixus had not realized was there. Crixus leaned forward in his seat, trying to get a better look at the young boy at the table, a look of mild shock betraying him as he recognized his features in the lad, who Crixus guessed must have been around seven or eight years of age.

“Good,” Dumenaris went on, now seemingly ignoring Crixus entirely to instead smile in the direction of his younger counterpart. “Now, hold out your hand.”

Crixus saw the eyes of his younger counterpart flick between his Uncle’s face and the blade of the lightsaber, which Dumernaris still held calmly between them on his side of the table.

“Come now, boy…” The tone of Dumenaris’s voice thickened with malice that - even now - caused a shiver to run down Crixus’s spine. He knew it all too well; the brief glimpse into the deific power of the Darkside, a power that Dumenaris threatened to let loose upon the galaxy. Only a liar or a fool would claim to not feel the fear of such a threat, and the younger Crixus was neither, nodding his head slowly as he held his arm out above the table to offer his hand up to his Uncle.

“No, wait -!” Crixus said, instinctively reaching out to grab the arm of his younger self, only then realizing the mistake he had made. With unnatural speed, the green lightsaber blade swung downward, cleanly severing Crixus’s forearm from his body. Both of his selves looked on with wide eyes as his disembodied arm flopped heavily onto the surface of the table, smoke rising from the cut while the scent of burnt flesh and blood rose to envelop their senses alongside the crackling sound of the freshly-blooded lightsaber.

“Fool!” Dumenaris roared, his words followed by spiteful laughter that seemed to ring out into the empty eternity of the darkness around them. Crixus was a fool, he knew. He had recognized that he was in a dream before any of this had begun, and yet had allowed himself to lose his lucidity and intervene in what was transpiring as if it were real. Yes, he had managed to prevent his younger self from harm, but in doing so had brought harm upon himself and potentially altered the course of the vision the Force had bestowed upon him.

“The Jedi would tell you that this was your destiny,” Dumenaris said as if he had read Crixus’s thoughts, “That you were meant to intervene. The Jedi cannot be trusted.”

A wave of Darkside energy erupted from Dumenaris, casting aside the table and ripping the chair from under Crixus, causing him to fall backward. In an attempt to break his fall, he reached back with his arms, only to misjudge and instead fell with most of his weight onto the stump of his arm. Unable to control himself, Crixus howled in pain and doubled over onto his side, clutching the stump of his arm in a vain and desperate bid to quell the deluge of physical suffering washing over him.

Through tears that stung his eyes, he felt Dumenaris approach, the older man towering over him with his lightsaber ready to strike. Slowly, Dumenaris raised the blade over his head with two hands, preparing to end Crixus in a smooth, overhand motion. Crixus scrambled, trying to find some kind of anchor to help hoist him from the floor, but it was as if the ground beneath him was malleable and unwilling to support him. His heart raced and his eyes widened as he saw his death approaching, when suddenly the dramatic moment was halted by the intruding voice of the young Crixus, who was standing calmly a few feet away.

“Bantha steak,” the young boy said aloud. Dumenaris and Crixus both turned to look at the boy, confusion shown on both of their faces. “It smells like burnt Bantha steak, Master,” he went on, holding something in his hands as he stepped closer to look up at his Uncle.

Crixus blinked several times, watching in disbelief as Dumenaris craned his head to look down at the younger Crixus, who was holding up the severed arm of his older counterpart.

“You’re right,” Dumenaris said in a matter of fact way, inclining his nose as if he rather enjoyed the putrid scent of Crixus’s burnt flesh, “It does smell like burnt Bantha steak.”

Without even turning his gaze back to the real Crixus on the ground, Dumenaris let the lightsaber blade fall downward in a brutal, chopping motion, its blade sliding vertically down Crixus’s torso to split him from sternum to groin. Crixus tried to scream but found his lungs deflated and his throat constricted - he was being choked by the Force. His eyes darted to his younger self, looking on first in horror, then rage as he realized it was the youngling that was choking him, not Dumenaris. The young boy’s face was twisted into a vile grin that matched the claw-like way in which he held out his small hand, reveling in the sight of his future being asphyxiated.



Crixus’s eyes opened and he sucked in a panicked breath of air, filling his respiratory system with soothing oxygen.

I’m resting on a cot in the cabin of a starship, Crixus reminded himself as he held up both of his hands, reasurred by their continued relation with the rest of his body. As the pattern of his breathing normalized, he found a strange comfort in the way that the oxygen circulated by the ship’s onboard air scrubbers held a familiar trace scent of the space outside, a smell not unlike that of a burnt Bantha steak.


r/Starwarsrp • • Aug 04 '17

OOC Episode 4: Bloodletting

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Episode 4: Bloodletting


The Galactic Republic had officially declared war against the ever-rising group of dissidents and political idealists known simply as The Reformation, thereby legitimizing and acknowledging the conglomerate of rebels as a real threat to galactic peace and stability. As the Republic Military prepared for their first true campaign since the Hutt Skirmishes more than thirty years prior, Arrik Natasha found himself promoted to Admiral over the Redemption and its accompanying fleet. Despite the controversies surrounding the events that lead to the declaration of war, Admiral John Lightkiller was appointed as High Admiral of the Republic Navy, allowing him to take a less hands-on approach over the Navy while gaining a higher vantage point from which to continue his secret manipulations.

The Jedi, too, had been preparing since the declaration of war. The Masters of the Jedi High Council spent days on end contemplating and debating about the current state of the galaxy. War, terrorism and the increasing presence of the Darkside were very real threats that the Jedi knew could only mean one thing - all of this must somehow lead back to the re-emergence of the Sith - but who and where were the Sith, really? After heavy deliberation, the Council enacted two decisions: That the Jedi would lend their numbers and strength to the Galactic Republic by coming to their aid in the war effort, and the reinstatement of the ancient and covert sect within the Jedi ranks known as the Jedi Shadows.

The Jedi’s decision to integrate their Knights and Masters into the ranks of the Republic Military as Commanders and Generals was a controversial choice, to be sure - however, the majority of the Galactic citizenry applauded the Jedi and their willingness to protect the sanctity of the Republic against the rising threat of the Reformation. The majority of the Padawans, Knights, and Masters that were not already assigned to tasks by the Council were summoned to Coruscant to receive their new orders. It was here that the Jedi Knight by the name of Segovax arrived at the Jedi Temple after a decade-long absence in the Outer Rim. After reconnecting with his childhood friend and newly-promoted Jedi Master Djen Rai, Segovax appeared before the Jedi High Council, where he was appointed as Jedi General and ordered to report directly to Admiral Arrik Natasha aboard the Redemption.

Meanwhile, Jedi Master Don Qol was granted the prestigious responsibility of leading the reemergence of the Jedi Shadows. Joining him in the clandestine sect was Master Djen Rai, Master Kayran Taliran and Jedi Knight Jai ‘Rook. Although by accident at first, Rasmas Vo - a young, forgotten Jedi learner who had since been living on the streets of Coruscant - found himself at the first assembly of the Shadows. Despite the suspicions that had arisen at his uncanny arrival, Rasmas (operating under the alias of ‘Valdis Raquel’) was more or less accepted as one of the Jedi Shadows, despite the fact that Master Qol could sense the darkness that lay within the young man. In light of the attack on the Temple by the Senator of Eriadu only weeks prior, Master Qol dictated that the Shadow’s first assignment would be to investigate the very thing that Tommentis Tiranis had sought - information regarding the life and exploits of long-dead Jedi turncoat, Exar Kun. Thus, they set their course for the planet of Yavin IV, in search of the tomb of the Dark Lord.

Rasmas, however, had other plans - perhaps again by accident (or by the will of the Force) - Rasmas had come into contact with another former Jedi Knight who had since left the Jedi Order, a Zelosian female by the name of Eva Evelyn. Eva, in her misguided sense of justice, had convinced both Rasmas and Jedi Master Drake Kharr that it was their responsibility to bring balance to the Force - even if it meant turning away from the Jedi in their quest to eliminate the rising Sith threat. In an act of defiance, she walked out of the Jedi Temple with Jedi Master Drake Kharr following, subsequently leading to Drake’s final mistake as he disobeyed the Council’s orders to remain within the walls of the Jedi Temple. Rasmas, now an independent agent working alongside Eva and Drake, provided them with all of the intelligence he had learned by infiltrating the Jedi Shadows - including the fact that the Shadows were headed to Yavin IV. With this knowledge, they were determined to follow the Shadows to see what they could learn about the Sith.

The Sith, however, were nowhere near Yavin IV. Crixus Payne - after having sworn loyalty to Darth Ravenous - had suffered a minor wound, as his left arm and top of his hand were embedded with large shards of petrified Alderaanian wood. Meanwhile his Father, Hunter Payne, had recently acquired majority control over the Corellian Arms Division of the Corellian Engineering Corps. Despite Hunter’s reassurances that he was working with the research and development team to come up with new weapon designs for Crixus, Hunter Payne plotted behind his son’s back to find a way to eliminate him and regain control over Monolith-station and House Payne.

As their first undertaking as Master and Apprentice, Crixus and Darth Ravenous traveled to the planet of Ambria, where the two Sith journeyed to the bottom of Lake Natth, fighting an underwater beast, born of the Darkside, and discovering the tomb of Darth Zannah along the way. It was after this expedition that Crixus revealed plans of his own to Darth Ravenous that would not only further the influence of the Sith over the planet of Corellia, but also eliminate the threat of Hunter Payne before the man would have the chance to do the same to his own son.

In another part of the galaxy, Rishian smuggler Sairah O'rinn had been tracked down and apprehended by Reformation Intelligence Operative and cyborg Celeste Culmont, daughter of the Hapan Queen Mother Cerilla Culmont. Having been sent away from Hapes years ago, Celeste - after surviving a horrible attempt on her life that had left her mutilated and dependent on cybernetic limbs - now worked on behalf of the Reformation and had hunted down Sairah’s ship The Celestial Crow after it had escaped with the intelligence stolen from the secret Reformation base on Hoth. Jedi Ace Allan O’Brian had since parted ways, clearing Saira’s criminal record and taking the classified intelligence that they had recovered with him, and so was unaware of Sairah’s plight soon after he had departed her company. Celeste and her men managed to board The Celestial Crow, and after Sairah surrendered to Celeste, the cybernetic beauty cut an ear off of Sairah’ head in a surprising slip of the woman’s mental stability. They didn’t have much time to dwell on the gruesome display, however, as their vessel was suddenly under assault by incoming mercenaries - lead by Branna Trii - that were responding to the distress call sent out by Sairah O’rinn. In an act of self preservation, Celeste ordered her men to provide a distraction for her getaway - they obeyed her, using their boarding craft to lure the Republic mercenaries away just long enough for Celeste to get The Celestial Crow away in time - all of Celeste's men died as a result. Due to damages sustained to The Celestial Crow, the two women next found themselves in yet another dire situation when they were found by pirates - however, the pirates happened to be of Hapan origin and recognized Celeste as the daughter of their Queen Mother. What would have been a raid on The Celestial Crow instead turned into a rescue, as both Celeste and Sairah were escorted to the Hapes cluster.

Around this time, the pilot of The Wayward Son and crack-shot Jep Bauer, along with his trusty sidekick droid designated as DX-11 had found themselves in league with the Reformation after a run in with corrupt Republic Military personnel on Malastare. Meeting up with the restored Star Destroyer named the Grim Zillo, Jep was introduced to Dip, now one of the Reformation’s best and brightest commanders. Along with them was Allan O’Brian, who had come at the behest of his friend Dip. Prior to their meeting, they had discovered that Reformation Intelligence agent Des Cador had been captured and was being held by the ruthless, intergalactic cartel known as The Black Lyleks, who maintained a prison base in the rural mountains of the planet of Ryloth. Though he had nearly met his end at the hands of a mysterious female Twi’lek within the prison, Des managed to survive long enough for the arrival of Jep, DX-11, Dip and Allan, who managed to make a quick snatch-and-grab to rescue Des from the horrors of the Black Lylek prison.

Back in Republic space, newly-appointed Jedi General Segovax had rendezvoused with Admiral Arrik Natasha aboard the Redemption, along with the rest of the Jedi Commanders and Generals that would be joining Natasha’s fleet in the first campaign of the war, codenamed Operation Burning Sun. Following a rumor of insurrection, the Redemption’s first move was a surprise assault over Kashyyyk - the sudden appearance of the Republic Navy over the planet of Kashyyyk not only surprised the Wookiees, but was also intended to catch any criminal or insurgent elements on the planet off-guard. The surprise assault was successful, and within hours of their arrival, the 77th Legion of the Republic Marine Corp, lead by General Segovax, had secured the tree-top city of Kachirho and established contact with the local Wookiee government. It was here that General Segovax learned that the Wookiee High Council had recently gone through an uprising and change in leadership, the tribes now submitting to High Chief Go’rook of clan Myydril. The recent usurping of power had come in retaliation to the previous High Chief having been responsible for the existence and growing influence of a group of insurrectionists called ‘The Seraphs’ that were operating from a base in the Shadowlands. High Chief Go’rook agreed to allow the Republic to establish a garrison in the city of Kachirho in exchange for driving out the embedded Seraphs, who had been manipulating and bribing the previous governmental administration, as well as operating a smuggling and slave trade operation beneath the canopies of Kashyyyk.

After a series of battles in the Shadowlands, the Republic Marine Corps - with the help of the AT-AT walker units that were deployed by Admiral Natasha - were successful in locating and launching a full assault on the Serpah’s hidden base. Admiral Natasha also deployed several squadrons of Y-Wing bombers loaded down with incendiary payloads to cleanse that part of the forests of any leftover Seraph filth. In addition, Segovax (with the help of Lieutenant Hannah Cosinga of the 77th Legion) managed to capture one of the Seraph’s officers - a Twi’lek by the name of Ra Tambor - and brought him aboard the Redemption for interrogation. It was through Ra that they learned about the Seraphs and their relations with The Black Lyleks, who were now answering to the Seraph’s most feared enforcer - a female Twi’lek by the name of Joona Anay. Ra was apparently terrified of Joona, though he refused to elaborate on why. This fear was also how she was able to control the Black Lylek cartel, though the specifics behind their partnership with the Seraphs was unclear. As if by the will of the force, the Republic soon after received reports of Reformation and insurgent activity on the planet of Ryloth. Thus, The Redemption and the Republic fleet set their next destination as the Ryloth system.

The Jedi Shadows had since arrived on the planet of Yavin IV, followed closely by Rasmas, Eva and Drake - the latter two staying behind on the ship, readying for a possible quick getaway. While the Shadows made their way through the jungles of Yavin, Rasmas joined them as they came into contact with hostile, unknown forces wielding various forms of melee weaponry, including a Lightwhip. It was here that the Shadows did indeed discover the tomb of Exar Kun, though they did not have to go very deep into the complex before discovering a ranting and raving man calling himself Lord Jorkku. This ‘Lord Jorkku’ claimed to be the protector of Exar Kun’s tomb and spoke of the re-emergence of the Sith, though his words were mostly derived from metaphors and visions in the Darkside. The Shadows captured Jorkku and hurried back to Coruscant, where they planned to search the Senate offices for evidence of Tommentis Tiranis’ whereabouts - though not before they had deduced the truth about Rasmas. Knowing he would not be able to maintain his facade among them, Rasmas fled the Temple and met back up with Eva and Drake, relaying to them the Shadow’s plans to return to Coruscant.

On Corellia, Crixus had returned with both Darth Ravenous and Haldar Varss. Their arrival coincided with an anticipated and controversial press announcement by Payne Corp that they would begin supplying the Corellian Security Forces with a fleet of Gozanti-class cruisers and access to a fleet of experimental new starfighter developed by the Corellian Engineering Corp, the S-200 Stinger-class. Hunter and Genesis Payne took the stage together to further explain that the fleets would be used by CorSec to provide security and restore order to the Corellian Trade Spine, which had been left to fester with piracy and barbarism due to the lack of Republic protection. It was during this widely publicized press announcement by Hunter Payne that Crixus (in conjunction with Genesis, Darth Ravenous and Haldar’s Tarren Consortium) launched an attack against the city of Coronet. Disguised in the robes of a Jedi, wearing a skull-shaped mask and wielding an experimental lightsaber that Hunter had intended to use to sabotage Crixus, Darth Ravenous leapt from the heights of the CorSec headquarters and assassinated Hunter Payne before the gathered crowds and holonet news reporters. Playing the part of a fleeing Jedi assassin, Darth Ravenous fled the scene as Haldar’s men set off bombs throughout the city of Coronet, causing mass mayhem and destruction throughout Corellia while Darth Ravenous made his escape. In the ensuing chaos that had erupted, Crixus was knocked unconscious and fell into a coma - and just before making his getaway with Haldar, Darth Ravenous lost his right hand as the experimental lightsaber he had used violently combusted in a nuclear meltdown that left his arm a stump. As intended, the aftermath of the event made it appear as if a rogue Jedi had conspired against the plans laid out by the Payne family, causing Hunter Payne to be revered as a philanthropist and martyr of the Corellian people. Corellian Senator Dolori Hamilar, in an attempt to restore order, received some minor public backlash when he instated martial law and requested the presence of Republic Marines on the surface of Corellia. His public image was soon restored, however, when he traveled to Coruscant and pleaded before the Republic Senate for emergency funds that would be used for the rebuilding of Coronet city. The Senate sympathized with Corellia’s plight and agreed to provide a measure of financial assistance. Meanwhile, Crixus was brought to a private medical facility for Bacta treatments, and the funeral preparations and power that came with controlling the Payne family’s future fell into the hands of Genesis Payne.

Back on Coruscant, the Senate debated the acceptance of a new bill - the Wartime Diplomatic Envoys Bill - that had been introduced by Dal Otran, the Chagrian Senator of Champala. In light of the events on Kashyyyk, Senator Otran proposed that the Senate should move forward with the creation of a group of diplomats whose sole purpose would be to travel along with every deployed Star Destroyer to ensure the safest resolution to any complication that might arise between the Republic Military and the planets of the galactic community. The Bill was supported by Senator Sarren Cass and the Galactic Peace and Reconciliation Union, while Bon Abrosa - the Republic’s Minister of the Military - staunchly opposed the Bill, citing the inclusion and proven effectiveness of the Jedi Order in the Republic Military. Although the Bill might have indeed passed, (despite Bon Abrosa’s attempt to veto the Bill) the discussion was, unfortunately, tabled until further notice.

At the Jedi Temple, several Padawans were given new assignments in light of the war effort. Jedi Padawan Volene was raised to the rank of Jedi Commander and given command over her own Regiment of Republic troops, while Padawan Taran Pylo and Padawan Corran Halcyon were instructed to rendezvous with General Segovax aboard the Redemption once the Republic fleet had arrived in the Ryloth sector. The Council had also dictated that Halcyon was to report to Segovax as his new Padawan learner, though the Council had forgotten to inform Segovax of this beforehand.

Having a slight head start, Eva, Rasmas and Drake made it back to Coruscant before the Jedi Shadows and were able to infiltrate the offices of the Senate to see what they could find regarding the whereabouts of the wanted Senator of Eriadu, Tommentis Tiranis. It wasn’t long, however, before they were confronted by the arriving Jedi Shadows, and a fight ensued within the office of Senator Tiranis. Eva attempted to intervene, urging both parties to come to a peaceful solution but to no avail, as Drake Kharr now took the opportunity to enact his own form of revenge, killing Master Djen Rai and dismembering an arm from Jedi Knight Jai ‘Rook before fleeing the scene. Eva and Rasmas also attempted to flee, but their escape was cut off by Jedi Master Kayran, whose towering and imposing figure forced Eva to stand and fight outside on the landing platform. As their battle ensued, Master Kayran threatened and ultimately murdered Eva’s companion, a Kindalo named Celot that Eva had grown and raised herself. Stricken with grief and disbelief at the Jedi’s cruelty, Eva lashed out with the Force and managed to move Kayran from her path, hurrying to escape along with Rasmas, much to the fury of Master Kayran. Whatever sense of camaraderie Eva had once felt towards the Jedi was now further dwindled - she was now convinced that both the Sith and the Jedi Order alike needed to be purged.

The Redemption and the Republic fleet arrived in the Ryloth system with a literal bang, as Admiral Natasha ordered the Super Star Destroyer's infamous Kyber cannon to be fired upon the location of the Black Lylek prison in the rural mountains of the planet. As soon as The Redemption dropped out of hyperspace over the planet of Ryloth, the cannon was fired in a low-power, precision shot which absolutely decimated any and all life forms that still resided within the prison base, devastating the surrounding region in the process. Luckily, the prison’s remote location mitigated any civilian casualties, though the environmental consequences are yet to be seen.

The Reformation fleet, including Republic-class Star Destroyers (most similar to the infamous Imperial Star Destroyers) The Grim Zillo and Freedom’s Cry, were still orbiting Ryloth when the Republic arrived. After witnessing the destructive power of the Redemption’s Kyber cannon, however, the Reformation fleet quickly pivoted into a retreat formation, though not before deploying fighters to engage the Republic forces and launching landing craft down to the surface of Ryloth to get their own boots on the ground before the Republic. The Republic fleet very quickly routed and secured air superiority over the Reformation. The Grim Zillo managed to make the jump to hyperspace, but the Freedom’s Cry found themselves disabled and caught by the interdictory forces generated by the Redemption’s massive gravity wells, resulting in the capture of both the vessel and its commander, Captain DeVries.

On the surface of Ryloth, General Segovax and his newly-assigned Jedi Padawan Corran Halcyon joined the 77th Legion of Republic Marines with the intention of securing the capital city of Lessu. Thanks to the Reformation’s troops having arrived first, however, the 77th Legion’s landing craft were disabled by a ground-to-air electromagnetic pulse, knocking the Republic dropships from the sky and causing the Marines to fall into temporary disarray. After some time and an initial skirmish with Reformation troops in the canyons outside of Lessu, the 77th Legion was successful in regrouping with minimal casualties. Several squads of Reformation foot soldiers ultimately surrendered as they were quickly outnumbered by the Republic's superior numbers, including a Bothan Commando who went by the name of ‘Red Eye.’ Upon regrouping outside of Lessu, the Republic troops once again found themselves facing a roadblock in their assault on Lessu, this time in the form of the city’s infamous ‘light bridge’ having been disabled from within the city - unbeknownst to the Republic, this was the result of Jedi Allan O’Brian, who had landed within the city on his own after escaping the aftermath of the space battle that had occurred above the planet. Due to relationships on both sides of the war, Allan found himself constantly tugged between assisting both the Republic as a Jedi Ace, but also discreetly helping the Reformation cause due to his friendship with Dip. It was another relationship that kept Allan anchored within Republic now - his unavoidable feelings for Padawan Volene, who, coincidentally, was now landing on the surface of Ryloth with her own regiment of Republic troops to bolster the capture of Lessu.

Crixus Payne had since recovered from the coma he had suffered from after the bombings on Corellia. Now more interested in securing peace and security than ever before, the Corellian Security Force had completed their slow metamorphosis of the planet into a police state, where all holonet traffic was monitored and only the slickest of smugglers were able to slip in and out of Corellian space unnoticed. In a move that shocked the people of Corellia and the galaxy as a whole, Crixus doubled down on the planet’s resentment of the Jedi by announcing at his Father’s funeral that he was, in fact, a follower of Sith teachings. Seizing the moment of shock that had engulfed those that watched the speech, Crixus went on to argue that the Sith were no more than a misunderstood and discriminated religious Order, citing the recent ‘Jedi’ assassination of his Father as proof of the Jedi Order’s incessant and extreme bigotry towards anything that resembled an opposing ideology. Testing his Darkside powers as he spoke, Crixus incited a riot within the city of Coronet, pitting those that sympathized with the Payne family against those that were less willing to accept Crixus’ claim. The planet was now more divided than ever, and it was inevitable that the Jedi would now take notice. Crixus knew this, and welcomed it - He hoped that an open confrontation with the Jedi would provide him with another opportunity to further paint the Jedi as violent, idealistic thugs in order to further secure support among the Corellian citizens.

It was directly following these events that Darth Ravenous sent out a call through the Force, once again summoning the same beings that he had called upon nearly two years prior. They arrived on the abandoned planet of Korriban - Darth Ravenous and his Apprentice Crixus Payne, Tarnus Ravater and a portion of his troops, Admiral John Lightkiller and his Apprentice Wrroshk and Darth Necrosis. Unexpectedly, Darth Necrosis’ Apprentice - the fugitive Senator of Eriadu, Tommentis Tiranis - also made an appearance. Tiranis soon left, however, as it became apparent that his Master Darth Necrosis was more than displeased by the former Senator’s blunders at the Jedi Temple. It was at this meeting that Darth Ravenous revealed his discovery of an ancient weapon, its specifics locked away within a holocron that he had kept secret for many years. The weapon, if constructed and harnessed correctly, could potentially sever the connection that the Jedi had with the Force. It was a bold, seemingly impossible plan, but Admiral Lightkiller agreed with Darth Ravenous that it may one day be possible, especially if combined with the Redemption’s Kyber cannon. After a brief confrontation, the remaining Sith agreed to consolidate power under the leadership of Darth Ravenous, though both Admiral Lightkiller and Darth Necrosis were much more reserved in their agreement of loyalty than Crixus Payne was. The gathered beings styled themselves as Lords of the Sith. Though still in its infancy, the New Sith Order was finally (though shakily) established with this new alliance. Only time would tell how well this foundation would hold.

On the planet of Teth, the Tarren Consortium found themselves under assault by a rival cartel - none other than the increasingly ambitious Black Lyleks. Haldar, however, was not going to be cowed so easily. Gathering his forces, he declared an all-out war against the cartel and began to pool his resources and underworld intelligence contacts in order to prepare to locate and strike at the heart of the Black Lylek operations - now, he simply needed to find them. In his efforts to increase his influence, he reached out to several of the galaxy’s most infamous killers and bounty hunters, managing to eventually strike a deal up with Aram "Wulf" Dakaari, a career bounty hunter and mercenary operating out of Nar Shaddaa. With the help of Aram, Haldar and the Tarren Consortium managed to capture Lunnae Gella Lawquane, the head of the Black Lylek cartel’s nutorium mining operations on Hypori.

The city of Lessu had, at this point, been breached and occupied by the Republic forces. Thanks to the cooperation between Segovax and the Reformation Commando ‘Red Eye,’ the Bothan led Segovax and Corran deep beneath the ancient city, utilizing a recently uncovered mine shaft that had been used for slave labor during the reign of the Galactic Empire more than four hundred years prior to the present. It was during this journey through the old mine that Segovax, Corran and ‘Red Eye’ came into contact with a stray Lylek that had somehow found its way beneath the city. They soon learned that there were many more Lyleks lurking below the city, though how many and how they got there remained a mystery. Once inside the city, Segovax and Corran successfully reactivated the lightbridge, allowing the Republic Marines to cross the energy-based drawbridge and officially gain control over the majority of the city. Within hours of their arrival, the Marines established two bases of operations within Lessu - Camp Hoth, situated high above in the governmental district of the city, and Camp Mustafar, located in the lower suburb levels where the highest level of Reformation activity had been reported. It was during this time that Jedi Padawan Frifth Nilim was sent from the Jedi Temple on Lothal to join the war effort, and was specifically assigned to work under the guidance of Jedi Commander Volene.

At the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, a funeral was held in honor of slain Jedi Master Djen Rai, the proceedings, and ceremony handled by Kandus Thrace, a member of the Enlightened Order. Jai ‘Rook, now sporting a prosthetic arm, had been granted leave by the Jedi Council to return to Kashyyyk for a while in light of the tragedies that had befallen the ill-fated Jedi Shadows. He returned to his homeworld, where he reconnected with his adopted Wookiee brother High Chief Go’rook.

Crixus Payne had since returned to Corellia, wasting no time in taking control of the assets that were now available to him as the head of House Payne and primary controller of both Payne Corp. and the Corellian Arms division. Using his father’s prototype/experimental lightsaber as a design template, Crixus commissioned the Corellian Arms R&D teams to come up with a more practical, safe design. Without access to Kyber crystals, however, chances were slim to none that they would be able to meet his expectations. In the downtown streets of Coronet, Jedi Master Kayran Taliran (who at this point was the only remaining active member of the Jedi Shadows) had arrived on Corellia with a squad of her own hand selected men with the intentions of capturing or killing Crixus, thanks to his admission to following the Sith. The timing and placement of their confrontation worked in Crixus’ favor, however, as he called upon the influence in the Darkside that he had been fostering to steer the gathered crowds of civilians into a frenzied, violent state, stoking the fires of fear, confusion, and anger against the Jedi until the crowds began to turn on not only Jedi Master Kayran, but also on each other. CorSec Riot Response teams arrived on the scene as well, allowing Crixus to be escorted from the scene while Kayran was left to fend off the crowds, knowing that she would have to avoid killing the CorSec officers and civilians or risk playing right into Crixus’ plans to further sully the public image of the Jedi. Realizing that the level of control that the Sith had managed to exert over the planet of Corellia went much deeper than initially expected, Kayran returned to Coruscant, determined to seize control of leadership over the Jedi Shadows and vowed to dedicate herself to the elimination of the Sith threat.

Upon their arrival on Hapes, Sairah and Celeste were greeted by the Queen Mother herself, and Sairah was treated more of a guest than a prisoner, in spite of Celeste’s original intentions to capture her. It was during this long-awaited return that Celeste learned of her mother’s fast-fading health and was compelled by her sisters to stay on Hapes to one day lead their family in succeeding their mother as the eventual Queen Mother of all Hapes. The Hapan ruling families had other ideas, however, and Celeste nearly found herself the victim of an assassination attempt - the attempt was thwarted by Sairah O’rinn, who was soon asked to leave Hapes, for the sake of the Culmont family's safety. Although Sairah was still missing an ear, the Hapans had been courteous enough to repair the Celestial Crow during her stay at least well enough to allow her to leave the planet. Soon after she was free of the Hapans, Sairah was contacted by her old mentor and captain by the name of Turrik Voor. Turrik was staying in a rural village on Ryloth, right outside of the city of Lessu and had reached out to Sairah asking for her help with smuggling some vital supplies past the Republic blockade. With the activity of the Black Lyleks throughout Ryloth and the Republic’s tight grip on travel since their arrival, the village Turrik was staying at was in dire need of food, water and medical supplies. Despite the potential danger, Sairah knew she needed to come to Turrik’s aid as he had done for her so many times in the past. Thus, she set her course for Ryloth.

Things had slowed down in the city of Lessu since the Republic’s occupation. The Reformation troops on the ground were laying low, and the Black Lyleks were blending in with the population, trying to avoid contact with the Republic Marines as they waited for their opportunity to strike. Concerned with the potential threat of a Lylek horde beneath the city, General Segovax had sent Jedi Ace Allan O’Brian on a reconnaissance mission in the sky in order to figure out where the Lyleks might be getting into the city from. While on his patrol in a Republic A-wing, Allan came into contact with Dip’s freighter, the Firefox - Dip’s co-pilot had slipped past the Republic blockade and was using Allan’s old medium attack-freighter to evacuate Reformation troops from the city before they were found out by the Republic. Allan, meanwhile, had known about this all along and had used the reconnaissance mission as an opportunity to help cover their escape. Regardless, the Firefox opened fire and hit Allan’s vessel before escaping, causing Allan to have to eject from the fighter craft while it crashed over the city of Lessu. Allan survived the crash, managing to jump from the cockpit just before the vessel impacted with a building.

Outside the city, Sairah had arrived along with Turrik - thanks to Allan having cleared her criminal record, Sairah had been successful in talking her way past the Republic blockade and into the city of Lessu to request access to Turrik’s ship, which was stationed within the docking bays on Lessu. Once in the city, Sairah and Turrik made their way to Camp Hoth to speak with the proper authorities when they came across a lone Lylek that had managed to get loose and had begun hunting through the dark streets and alleyways of Lessu. In order to save a small Twi’lek child from being devoured by the monster, Sairah distracted the Lylek and led it on a chase that ended at a dead-end. Before the Lylek could devour her, however, she was saved by Jedi Knight Segovax, who had been making his way up to Camp Hoth as well. In return for risking her life for the child, the mother of the Twi’lek youngling that Sairah had rescued gave her a small, roughly-cut Kyber crystal. After killing the Lylek, Segovax escorted both Sairah and Turrik to Camp Hoth, where he granted Turrik permission to retrieve his freighter and had several crates of emergency food and medical provisions set aside for his village. Sairah decided to stay behind at Camp Hoth to see if she could help figure out how to deal with the looming threat of more Lyleks lurking beneath the city.

Joona Anay, meanwhile, had been waiting patiently as the Republic troops got comfortable within the city of Lessu. On the day following Sairah’s arrival, Segovax, Corran and Sairah went to Camp Mustafar, where they were to rendezvous with Jedi Commander Volene’s troops. It was here that Joona enacted her plan to send the city careening into chaos. Using the powers granted to her by a Sith Amulet in her possession, she was the one responsible for the Lylek horde beneath the city, using the Darkside magics of the Amulet to exert control over the Lylek Queen. Using a starving child and promising her food in return, Joona strapped a bomb vest to the child and sent her to Camp Mustafar, where Joona promptly activated the bomb, killing the child instantly and kicking off the beginning of her assault against the Republic Marines. Jedi Commander Volene had been closest to the blast site, and at the possible expense of her mortality, had used the Force to prevent the blast from killing all of those around her. In the aftermath of the explosion, however, Camp Mustafar found itself under attack by the Lyleks, who now had been released from below the city to swarm over the Jedi and Marines at Camp Mustafar. Joona’s onslaught had successfully taken the encampment by surprise, and the sheer number of Lyleks that followed her commands overwhelmed the camp’s defenses. In a last, desperate attempt to stop the swarm from spreading, Admiral Arrik Natasha ordered precision bombing runs on the encampment. Segovax sent out an evacuation order and warned the surviving Marines to retreat. It was just before the Republic bombing run unleashed their payloads upon Camp Mustafar that Padawan Frifth Nilim managed to kill Joona Anay, severing her control over the Lylek horde in the process. The Republic bombers decimated all of the Lyleks that had been present at Camp Mustafar, but without Joona and the Sith Amulet keeping them under control, the Lyleks that still remained beneath Lessu were now free to run rampant and begin hunting throughout the rest of the city...


r/Starwarsrp • • Feb 26 '20

[Approved Ad] Camp Half-Blood RP

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Ever thought about creating your character in the Percy Jackson world? Want to write collaborative stories with other writers and their characters? Well, do I have a fun advertisement for you!

It's the mod team from /r/CampHalfBloodRP here to post a little bit about our subreddit. CHBRP is one of the most active roleplaying subreddits there is! We're a full-time subreddit with mods and roleplayers dedicated to helping you have the BEST time roleplaying as a child of the gods in Camp Half-Blood. Set twenty years after the events of The Last Olympian, Camp Half-Blood is now a thriving place that accepts children of all of the gods.

Frequently Asked Questions

Where do I start?

To start, please read this thread! It will give you information on getting claimed, named, and flaired!

Can I choose my godly parent?

After reading the introductory pages, you'll be able to post on our claiming thread! Here you will answer a set of questions and we will claim you based on your answers. We determine your godrent based on these answers, so keep this in mind when answering! If you have a specific character in mind, it is best to message the mods. We don’t bite and we try to answer all of our modmails pretty quickly! In general, we like to assign characters the godrent of their choosing- with a few exceptions, such as children of the big 3 (because they are still rare). We also have approved unique godrents such as Bendis, Notus, Achos, Momus, Morpheus, and Boreas! If you have an idea, just shoot us a message!

What's the time period of the subreddit?

Our Camp Half-Blood takes place in the year “2035”, but we refer to it as Next Sunday A.D. Everything that happened in the Percy Jackson and The Olympians books are considered to be canon! Also, although we claim it’s 2035, we didn’t come up with new technology to go with it. Just imagine it’s today’s world! The timeskip is more to account for this next part.

Where are Percy and Annabeth and the other heroes?

When creating the subreddit, we felt that it would not be appropriate for specific people to portray these characters. So instead, Percy and the gang have moved on from camp. They might occasionally appear for plot-related reasons, but please do not expect to see much of them in our universe! Chiron and Dionysus are still around and used for day-to-day camp activities. If you tag one of the mods, they would be happy to welcome you to camp as everybody’s favorite teacher or the grumpy director.

What fun stuff is there to do on the subreddit?

We have 2 meals per day, each posted by campers. These meals allow campers to interact with each other. Along with this, we have campfires hosted by anyone, lessons posted by counselors, quests posted by mods, and parties that can be posted by everyone. We also have campfires and various activities going on around camp. If you’ve wanted to have your daily life as a demigod, it’s here! What happens at camp is determined by the users. So, if you feel like campers should focus more on rock-climbing, sign up for an open slot on the schedule and make it happen! In addition to all that, we have a plot going on that everybody can participate in!

Plot? What’s Happening?

I’m glad you asked! The gods have seen it fit to host The Olympic Games at Camp Half-Blood. This mini-plot ties into our subreddit hitting 2000 subscribers during our last plot. Since then, we’ve continued to grow! The Olympic Games are based on the twelve labors of Heracles and have prizes offered by the gods. At the start of the plot, demigods got to meet their parents. Now, they are competing in trials in the hopes to impress them and earn magical items. Everybody no matter how new they are to camp is welcome to compete. These games all revolve around teamwork and provide a great way for you to get to know some of your fellow campers!

How do I become a counselor?

To become a counselor, we have two requirements. The first one is that you must be active for at least two weeks and both you and your character must have a clean record, meaning no in character or out of character rule-breaking. If you meet these requirements, you can run for counselorship and be voted in by your fellow campers. Elections happen at the start of every month. More information on counselors (and leaders) can be found here.

How old can my character be?

Your character can be any age from the ages of children to teenagers. The average character on our sub is usually 13-18 years old, so keep that in mind when thinking about how your character will react with everybody else's.

Several people commented on my intro! What do I do?

We operate in fluid time! Respond to them all if you’d like! Most of the camp takes place as a slice of life with the exception being battles, quests, and other plot-related events. With this in mind, you can have threads with several people at various points in time, even on the same post! For example, I could be writing about my character training in the arena, grabbing food in the pavilion, and working in the forge at the same time. Or, he could be at dinner talking with his siblings and his friend who is sitting at the Eris table. The only exception to this is when your character is away from camp. My character can’t be on a quest and interacting at Camp Half-Blood!

I know nothing about Camp Half-Blood or the works of Rick Riordan, can I still join?

Absolutely! Many demigods know nothing of the world they found themselves thrust into when they first came to camp. The mods, the community, and the campers would be happy to welcome any roleplayer into their new life as a demigod!


r/Starwarsrp • • Oct 17 '19

Active Senate Event: The Debate

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Coruscant, Senate Rotunda


The interior of the Senate Rotunda grew silent as the procession of six candidates came forth, held aloft on their floating platforms. Each of these candidates were the frontrunners of the election, each of them vying to earn their place at the top of the New Galactic Republic’s hierarchy.

Krieg Veers, the human senator of Denon. Clothed in a black and blue three piece suit, fitted impeccably. His strong and fit physique on full display as he stood tall, hands folded behind his back as his platform approached the center of the chamber.

Cil Zom, the Falleen senator from Ord Mantell, dressed in a simple brown tunic and loose pants. The earth tones of his outfit and his skin complimented each other quite nicely, and while his tunic was simple, it was well crafted.

Dashthattras Ahishpa, the Slussi senator of Sluis Van, elegant robes falling around her serpentine body. Her green and red scales gave a slight shimmer effect due to the lights that illuminated all of the candidates.

Barrick Lota, the human senator of Empress Teta, covered in thick red and purple robes, dark hair covered by a white miter. In one hand, Lota held a walking stick, though upon closer inspection he wasn’t relying on it to move.

Arajane Caiwick, the human senator from Corellia, dressed in a uniform reminiscent of her old Corellian Security uniform. A well known face to everyone watching the holovids of the debate, a galaxy wide celebrity.

Olan Laurent, the Twi’lek senator of Brentaal IV, clothed in bright blue and yellow robes, with golden wrappings around his lekku. His obese frame stretched the clothing, and the greasy sheen on his skin reflected the light in a similar fashion to that of Dashthattras Ahishpa.

As their platforms floated to the center of the chamber, another one arrived. In it was a middle aged human male. His dark skin was mirrored by a stark white suit. A pair of spectacles adorned his face as he cleared his throat.

“Ahem… Ladies and Gentlemen, people of all species in the Republic. Today marks an important day for the galaxy as a whole. The candidates presented before you are each vying for the position of the Thirty-Sixth Supreme Chancellor of the New Galactic Republic,” His voice boomed out, amplified by a microphone on his lapel, “My name is Kella Fleurien, a professor at Theed University on Naboo. I’ll be the moderator for tonight’s debate.”

He paused for a moment before continuing, “As we begin, I would like to ask each candidate for their opening statements.”

The audience of senators from around the NGR collectively held their breaths as the future of the Republic would be contested here and now.


r/Starwarsrp • • Dec 15 '18

Lore Timeline

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Here you can find the historical timeline of StarWarsRP stretching from the First Order Crisis to the present and conveniently split into eras for your viewing pleasure.

First Order Crisis and Post-War Years (34 ABY - 102 ABY)

Reconstruction Era and NGR Golden Age (105 ABY - 300 ABY)

The Outer Rim War (302 ABY - 397 ABY)

Compromise and Consequence (397 ABY - 420 ABY)


r/Starwarsrp • • Apr 05 '21

Self post The Empress' Burden

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Èlodie stood on the dark balcony outside of her chambers, elbow on the parapet as she looked over the quiet city, the imperial palace far removed from the squalor upon its mountain. Sighing, she stepped back through the door, once again facing her wardrobe. The simplicity of her current torture was not lost on the monarch-to-be, her hand pinching the bridge of her nose as she screwed her eyes shut.

On an elaborate stand in front of her wardrobe was the Imperial Purple, bedecked with gold and silver, anointed with the Velmerian coat of arms. Simple in its design, yet elegant in the right hands, breathtaking on the right figure. Shaking her head, she stepped forward, pulling the toga over her embroidered steel cloth tunic. The flowing purple garment was perfect, to say the least, not to mention that it was made by the family tailor.

She turned towards the full mirror, twisting and glancing from every angle. The fabric flowed, following her movement as she checked for errors. A soft rapping against the door came then, followed soon by the whoosh of it disappearing into the wall. Marshal Von Lagd entered, hands clasped behind his back, holding the brim of his dress cap. He circled his Empress, nodding in approval.

“I always thought the imperial regalia was rather simple for the highest position in the Empire.” Von Lagd remarked through a smile.

“It’s supposed to represent humility, I guess.” Èlodie shrugged her shoulders, letting her arms flop to her side. “Come, come. The procession should be starting soon.” She said, brushing past her Marshal and walking out the door.


Gleaming white lined the hoverway, the long street to the planetary building devoted to Velmerian Gods and monarchs, the Stormtroopers of the 212th had spent the better part of two weeks drilling for this very moment. Long ranks three deep marched in step, thunderous as the Legion marched next to the royal speeder.

Èlodie stood on an elevated dais, waving at the crowds that had saved their spots since yesterday, a kind smile cast towards her subjects as the procession took her towards the chapel. The crowds cheered for their monarch as she passed, confetti blanketing the parade ground. Behind her trundled a myriad of speeders, each displaying holograms highlighting her achievements throughout life.

She dismounted the vehicle at the foot of the cathedral steps, the towering white building streaming with imperial regalia, the coat of arms for the Velmerys house waving in the wind. Making her way down the long carpet, Èlodie didn’t glance left or right at the crowd of gathered nobles and high-ranking officers, keeping her eyes fixed on the raised dais and the pedestal that held her crown.

Her heels brought her onto the raised dais, alone. The golden laurel wreath of Velmerian monarchs glittered under the natural light that poured through the tall stained-glass windows, painting the room in a myriad of colors. Gently placing her hands on either side of the wreath, she held it aloft, showing the gathered and the cameras her imperial authority, then placed it gently upon her black and pink tresses.

Raising her hands, she splayed her palms toward the crowd, the noise dying as she lifted her chin.

“Friends, Velmerians, Countrymen, lend me your ears. It is with great and immense admiration for the Velmerians that I accept the laurel wreath and wear the purple, for I would not be in the position without the common man. From great sacrifice in the time of Quelos, the Velmerys House has ruled, has guided, and has warred. In this time you have trusted us, given us the chance to govern instead of bureaucrats and failures.”

Èlodie sucked in a deep breath before continuing, “I am upon this dais to renew the contract my father made forty-three years ago.” She looked to the central camera, “Will you accept me as your Empress?”

The reply was instantaneous, a cacophony of agreement rumbled from the crowd outside, whistles and encouragement drowning in the turbulent sea of noise from her subjects. Èlodie smiled and stepped off off the dais.


r/Starwarsrp • • Dec 25 '20

OOC Episode 1: Fractured States

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Conflict on the horizon! Over the course of the nearly three centuries following the Battle of Exegol, many systems of the Outer Rim had been slowly unionized under the banner of the Alliance of Free Systems. Conversely, Imperialized remnant Warlords would raise and raze rival empires in and around the Core, leaving only the strongest, shrewdest holding power in the region at the turn of the third century.

It had been five years since the ideological schism that devastated the ranks of the Jedi Order of Ossus. During that time, the inhabitants of the Core and Inner Rim worlds had been thrown into a new kind of chaos, brought on by the injection of rogue Dark Jedi, fleeing Alliance space in the wake of the failed "Jedi Enlightenment" movement. In the years that followed the death of the Enlightenment's leadership, most of the Dark Jedi that hadn’t died in either of the two ensuing battles of Ossus had gone on to spread their corrupting influence into the dark corners of space. Nowhere else was their presence felt more than by the ever-warring Imperial factions of the Core.

The Kuat and Alsakan Empires fought for dominance of the upper Core. After a Kuati victory on the planet Basilisk, Dark Jedi Argus of Khulvult and Marie Calipsa were called to return to Kuat by Thella Grall. Behind closed doors however, Argus and Marie re-affirmed their loyalty to each other and began to conspire to usurp the throne of Kuat from Thella.

At the same time lightyears away, Jedi Knight Hershel Du'rom was investigating rumors of Dark Jedi activity on Nam Chorios, a fringe world even by Alliance standards. He quickly discovered the rumors to be false when he was attacked by Lodge bounty hunters. Herschel learned from a survivor that they were seeking to cash in on the three million credit bounty placed on the head of every Jedi. He set off for Ossus to report his findings to the Jedi council. Unbeknownst to him, the bounty was established by the Warlord of Carida, Arthur Xadran.

Supreme Commander of the Alliance Military, Maippo of Intamm Clan, was on a routine patrol of Alliance territory when he came to the planet Eriadu. He met with a young captain, Jaeran Estric, who commanded a Starhawk battlecruiser. Jaeran told Maippo about a series of pirate attacks in the systems nearby, and how Jaeran wished to deal with them. Maippo approved the plan and decided to join Jaeren, intending to gauge the other man’s command potential. Aware of rumors of nepotism and bribery responsible for Jaeren’s rise to prominence, Maippo hoped to take the younger captain under his wing, to mentor him and curb his arrogance.

The two led an assault into the Bith system, where they fought a small fleet of stolen starfighters and freighters. Under threat of further attack, the pirates on the surface of the planet Clak'dor III surrendered to the Alliance Commanders. Not long after, Maippo left to continue his patrol, and Jaeran returned to Eriadu. Unfortunately for Jaeran, the battle did not result in fame and adulation. He was instead pulled from his command of the Starhawk, by the Military Governor of Eriadu, and reassigned to a measly corvette.

After a failed mission to Spintir, Jedi Padawan Se’Soom Ra'Bhamus returned to Ossus with the body of his deceased Jedi Master, Eki-Ni-Dun. Comforted by the kind Master Pexuu Vrasro, the two went to the Jedi Council chambers to tell the tale of how Se’Soom’s rudimentary knowledge of simple electrical systems inadvertently got Eki-Ni-Dun killed by a Dark Jedi that had previously been held in a stasis prison. In response, the council ordered Se’soom on a return mission to Spintir, this time with the aid of Master Pexuu Vrasro, Jedi Knight Sairah O’Rinn, and Jedi Knight Daryon Langrow.

Herschel, too, returned to Ossus to report back to the Jedi Council. He told them of the three million credit bounty he learned about on Nam Chorios. The next morning, Herschel was assigned to a more secretive mission along with Jedi Master Halen Alendi. They were to travel into the Core Worlds and actively seek out Dark Jedi cooperating with the warlords. After some deliberation, the two agreed that they would travel to the Unitary Systems of Fondor and offer their assistance in dealing with a man claiming to be Maskar Kython that was leading the Rae Coalition.

The last of the Jedi missions assigned that day would be given to Knights Allan O’Brian and Raerra Starrk. Allan and his former Master Ada Varrik had just arrived back to the temple from a series of relief missions into the Core of the galaxy, but Allan would be split from his mentor. Allan and Raerra were tasked to further inquire into the bounty that had targeted Herschel on Nam Chorios. At Raerra’s suggestion, they would begin their investigation among the crime ridden dunes of Tatooine.

Arthur Xadran, Warlord of the Carida Authority, visited New Alderaan, the idyllic capital of the Alliance of Free Systems, to visit his mother at the opera. While there, he was recognized by Alliance Captain Icar Panteer, who challenged Arthur to a duel. The ensuing spat left Icar scarred by Arthur’s sword, with Arthur escaping New Alderaan unscathed. Enraged by his treatment, he journeyed to the Hunter’s Lodge to put a bounty on Panteer.

The Hunter’s Lodge, a prestigious organization of bounty hunters and assassins, operated under the leadership of Huntmaster Zaytris Savena. She was a cold, calculating individual that spared no mercy for the weak, whose rise to power came from the notoriety gained from collecting on the bounty Arthur Xadran had previously put on members of the Jedi Order. After Arthur posted his revenge bounty on Icar Panteer, he surprised Zaytris by promptly canceling his bounty on the Jedi. With no further explanation offered, Zaytris was forced to oblige.

Back in Caridan territory, special agent and pilot, Chessis Remora, aided in putting down a rebellion on the planet Brentaal IV. Disguised as an ambassador, she met with the President of the Brentaal Freedom Fighters, Halt Briggs. With the aid of Crimson Squadron, they arrested Halt before blasting their way off the planet. Upon returning to their ship, they received troubling orders to return to Carida and meet aboard Arthur’s flagship the Monarch.

In the Levian System nearby, Dark Jedi cult leader Yathrea Yilar fought against a Caridan patrol. After one of her Dark Jedi apprentices was shot down, Yathrea was enraged at the loss. She boarded the Caridan vessel, bent on personally slaying the crew. Drawing on the Dark Side more than she ever had before, the Caridan soldiers stood no chance against the former Jedi Master’s hatred, leading Yathrea further from her Jedi teachings.

Deep in the heart of Naboo, a dastardly heist was conducted by two brothers. Marclay and Mikael Coppola looked to start making aggressive steps in the direction of a new criminal empire. First, they would need a considerable amount of revenue, and so they selected a very wealthy jewelry store to hit and run. They employed a talented slicer and skilled combatant by the name of Cora Sanarra, who had previously worked with the brothers on a job cracking open the vault of the Seswanna bank on Eriadu. Driving the getaway speeder was Corman Candar, a newblood when it came to the galaxy’s criminal underworld. He had been recruited after Mikael and Marclay watched footage of the young man racing on Borgo Prime.

As an initial diversion, Corman crashed a heavy transport speeder into the lapidary’s front doors, creating a considerable amount of panic and debris. While nearby observers were still trying to figure out what was going on, the Coppola brothers and Cora made quick work securing the lobby and back rooms. Jewels and gemstones were stuffed into bags and brought to the speeder to be loaded, including the contents of the lapidary’s safe, which Cora managed to crack. The authorities that arrived on the scene initially believed that the crash was the work of bad driving, and unintentional but it wasn’t long before the Naboo Security Forces caught on and began to gather outside the jewelry store, setting up a blockade around the lapidary.

A daring chase ensued through the streets of Theed as Corman rocketed the gang of criminals through the blockade. The chase culminated in a daring maneuver. As the speeder tumbled off a cliff, the gang of outlaws tossed the bags of stolen items through the air and into Corman’s light freighter. With their stolen bounty secured, the ship raced into the sky and launched into hyperspace before they could be intercepted. After fencing the stolen jewels, Cora, Corman, Marclay and Mikael each went their separate ways. Though they had all shared in the spoils of their crimes, their fates would be wildly different in the months to come.

Within the heart of the Corellian Sovereignty, a new kind of evil stirred. Crixus Payne, an accomplished Officer of the Corellian Security Force, had recently been named as one of only a handful of CorSec Marshals, tasked with protecting the borders of the Sovereignty from the ever-growing menace of the Dark Jedi. Secretly trained in the Jedi arts by his Uncle, Dumenaris Payne, Crixus was neither Jedi or Dark Jedi, but rather, a dangerous, unseen variable in the Core that the Jedi Order would one day have to contend with.

For three decades, the elusive Dumenaris Payne had quietly asserted his dark influence over the citizens of the small, Coreward state. While it was true that Dark Jedi had permeated the Core over the course of the previous five years, Dumenaris had arrived well before the Enlightenment. With the support of the elusive Sons of Corell, Dumenaris would go on to spend more than thirty years embedding himself into the upper echelons of Corellia’s governing body.

Acting on rumors swirling in from Fondor space, Dumenaris tasked Crixus Payne with a clandestine mission to find and eliminate a Dark Jedi, said to bear the face of Dumenaris’s former Jedi Padawan. With his task set before him, Crixus journeyed beyond the jurisdiction of the Corellian Sovereignty, in search of the Impostor, “Maskar Kython,” the leader of the Rae Coalition rebel forces fighting against the Unitary Systems of Fondor.

At the same time, Herschel and Halen were already en route to Fondor. Despite receiving a few thinly veiled threats and being reminded that they were not trusted, the two Jedi managed to secure an agreement to work with the Fondor Military; their mission was to capture the man claiming to be Maskar Kython in the Rae Coalition. The two were still uncertain about their feelings regarding the matter of their assignment, but Herschel tried to be optimistic. He hoped that they could possibly turn Fondor or the Rae Coalition into something better after removing the Dark Jedi influence; possibly turning one of them into a bastion of good that could ally with the Alliance and the Jedi against the other warlord states.

Kian Dasnus, a Jedi Master, would be assigned to a similar mission as the Fondor excursion. Instead of collaborating with one of the Warlords, though, he slipped past an Alsakan blockade into the Deep Core. Kian had heard Empress Teta was under the control of a mysterious Dark Side cult known as the Ascendants, but he stopped at Jerrilek to establish a base of operations. Two weeks after his arrival, Kian met up with fellow Jedi Master Lytrinn Halt, and the two moved on towards Empress Teta proper. Upon arriving, they found the once prosperous ecumenopolis had become a lifeless wasteland under the brutal rule of the Ascendants. The two Jedi followed the only detected life signs to one of the planet’s poles. Not long after landing, they were ambushed by the Ascendants and captured.

Back on Tatooine, Allan and Raerra made contact with a disgruntled Lodge Hunter by the name of Bod’kin. They trailed him from one of Mos Eisley’s sleazy cantinas back to a hangar bay where he was storing his ship. Disguised, Allan managed to persuade Bod’kin that he was a novice bounty hunter of great potential. He brandished his lightsaber as proof that he had completed the infamous Jedi bounty, and the Togrutan hunter agreed to ferry the Jedi back to their central hub of operations to meet with the Huntmaster.

Departing from his crew, Allan and Bod’kin travelled alone to Onderon, where the Hunter’s Lodge had set down in a large Jungle clearing. Allan was quickly vetted by Aldrin, Zaytris Savena’s second in command, before being brought before the Huntmaster herself. Their meeting began coyly, but through their interaction, Allan experienced psychometric visions of Zaytris’ secretive past via contact with her lightsaber. Zaytris saw through his disguise, forcing Allan to reveal his true identity as a Jedi. She assured him that the bounty was rescinded, and that if Arthur Xadran ever resurfaced she’d deal with him. As one final token of goodwill, Zaytris passed a datastick into his possession, which he could use to seek closure into the Jedi she’d allegedly killed.

Upon returning to Carida, Arthur proposed a series of unpopular reforms and ideas. A number of his admirals and ministers conspired together, and within days a coup was instigated. Arthur’s flagship was destroyed and assassins were sent to his home. While Arthur narrowly managed to dispatch the assassins and flee the Carida Authority, the galaxy watched it descend into a civil war that would spark a series of other conflicts and bids for power throughout the Core worlds.

Thella Grall watched and, just as ambitious as ever, deployed the full weight of the Kuat Navy into the Carida Authority to claim worlds in the chaos. It was at this time that Argus and Marie took advantage of Thella’s distraction to finalize their plot to overthrow her. When Thella returned to oversee the christening of Kuat’s new Super Star Destroyer, the Wrath of Kuat, the coup was put into motion. In an event later called the Kuati Implosion, all of Thella’s Dark Jedi followers and several prominent Kuati leaders were killed, including Argus and Marie. In the aftermath, the Wrath of Kuat blindly jumped out of the system to parts unknown. Without any central leadership, their navy split off to defend individual systems after the Alsakan Empire seized northern Kuat territories.

For the first time in many years, the Cerulean Guard sought to expand their territory, launching an attack on the planet Chardaan with the aid of the Dark Jedi Drell. They wanted to take the shipyards orbiting the planet so they could finally begin to produce their own vessels rather than relying on piracy and purchasing from third parties. After taking the planet, Drell ordered the mass executions of Chardaan citizens and military personnel alike. The Cerulean Guard’s sudden expansion and brutal subjugation would have received more galactic notoriety, had it not been overshadowed by concurrent events in the Core.


r/Starwarsrp • • Nov 25 '20

Self post Yes, Director Yu

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Corellia

CorSec HQ, Coronet City

06:00 Standard Corellian Time

The dawning of a new day showed forth its rays, piercing through the night that blanketed the heart of the Corellian Sovereignty. Across the sleepless cityscape, nocturnally-inclined beings ended their workday and headed home, while their day-walking counterparts arrived to replace them. The Corellian Security Forces were no exception.

Crixus Payne arrived at CorSec Headquarters just as the early morning shift changes were underway, brushing shoulders with officers and patrolmen as he entered the building's southern lobby. Having arrived on foot after spending the dark hours of the early morning in Cartel territory, Crixus, still clad in tactical gear, approached the lobby's first security station. With a vibrosword on his back, he drew a couple of eyes from other officers and the lobby’s administrative staff; it wasn't usual for an officer in full gear to enter through the public lobby, and a Marshal not coming and going by way of the building's hangars was a rarer sight.

At least a dozen holocams and droids positioned throughout the lobby registered the arrival of Marshal Crixus Payne, but it wasn't until the man's cybernetic eyes interfaced with the security station’s retinal scanners that his presence in the building was truly known.

“Welcome back, Marshal Payne,” A steely, female voice spoke into Crixus’s personal communicator as he stepped past the security station and began making his way towards the turbolifts, “Report to my office immediately.”

Crixus didn’t respond, but as he stepped into the turbolift with a handful of other officers and administrators, he looked up into the corner of the lift cabin, locking eyes with the small holocam that he knew was discreetly embedded there. He knew that she was watching; his glance up at the camera was acknowledgement enough.

As the turbolift stopped between floors, beings boarded and exited the lift as needed. A few of them nodded in Crixus’s direction out of recognition, but for the most part, the turbolift’s passengers were silent in his presence. Standing motionless, watching the turbolift's display count up, Crixus probed at the minds of the other passengers as the lift ascended, but found nothing of interest at all to occupy him while the cabin continued to climb the building.

Mundanes, Crixus remarked inwardly, his eyes glossing over with boredom.


“Yes, he just arrived only minutes ago,” said Serenity Yu, Director of CorSec. Her voice was strong and unbending, matching the durasteel color of the middle-aged woman’s hair. Standing behind her desk, she spoke into a holocamera, which projected her image to the recipient on the other end of her holocommunication. “I understand that you have your concerns, but I have it under control.” Without waiting for a reply from the other side of the discussion, she cut off the holocamera, looking up just as the blastdoor to her office slid open.

Crixus Payne entered the room. As he crossed the threshold, he looked back over his shoulder at the sharp hiss of the blastdoor closing behind him, noting the familiar click of its locking mechanism before turning his gaze to the woman who stood behind her desk at the far end of the room. Only about an inch shorter than he was, she wore her authority and power quite well, carried on slender shoulders and an athletic frame that had been sculpted by decades of service to the Corellian Security Forces. Her eyes, like his, glowed with an unnatural, bright blue, indicative of the cybernetic enhancements that she had elected to take advantage of. A large number of service medals and rank cylinders adorned the fitted, dark blue suit and matching skirt she wore, as per the dress code for someone of her rank and stature.

Remaining where he was in front of the blast door, Crixus clasped his hands in front of him and raised his chin in what might have been interpreted as a challenging, prideful look.

“You wanted to see me?” He asked, locking his eyes with his CorSec superior.

Director Serenity Yu watched Crixus for a moment, masking the disbelief at his attitude before crossing her arms over her chest and shifting on her feet. “You’ve been gone for more than two months,” she stated, one of her eyebrows raising in an accusatory manner, “And yet, even while away, you’ve managed to cause trouble.”

At first, Crixus said nothing, the silence between them deafening, were it not for the creak of Crixus’s leather gloves as his clasped fist tightened. “You’ve brought me here to rebuke me, then?” He asked.

At his words, Serenity’s stance visibly softened, though not by much. Still, she couldn’t help but feel a small measure of pity, knowing what she did of Crixus, and more still, what she knew of his Uncle. After a moment, she uncrossed her arms and let out a sigh. “Come,” she motioned to the center of the room, in front of her desk. At first Crixus stood defiant, watching with a clenched jaw as Serenity stepped from behind the desk to lean against its front, beckoning once more. “Come here, Crixus.”

He obeyed, though he remained visibly guarded as he approached Serenity, stopping a few feet in front of where she stood. He kept his eyes forward, even as Serenity closed the distance between them and rested a familiar hand on the left side of his chest. “You look so tired,” she remarked, looking up at the man’s face, seeing the dark around his eyes, “When was the last time that you slept?”

“I sleep as much as I need to,” Crixus replied, his muscles tensing as Serenity walked slowly around him, her hand on his chest gliding up to and around his shoulders as she did so.

“That’s right,” Serenity said quietly, “You are not an ordinary being, are you?” The question was rhetorical, but as she watched him shift on his feet, she knew that her words had the effect that she wanted. As she came back around in front of him, her hand slid down his right bicep, coming to rest on his forearm. “...but that doesn’t make you immortal.”

Crixus scoffed at her words, dropping his gaze to meet her’s again, a look of incredulity crossing his lips. “I’ve never claimed to be.”

“I know, I know,” Serenity responded quickly, removing her hand from his arm and taking a step back, “but you left Sovereign space without a word to anyone. And with the recent security breach…” her voice trailed for a moment as she looked away before turning back to him, “Well, I think you and I both know that it wouldn’t do either of us any good if you were to turn up dead.”

Crixus turned from her then, placing his hands on his hips as he looked around her office. “Well I didn’t perish, and I’ve no plans to do so, anytime soon. Besides, the security breach?” He looked back in her direction to wave a dismissive hand, “I know the root cause, and I will resolve it.”

“Do you?” The steel in Serenity’s voice returned, “You say that, and yet I’ve got reports of a shadowy figure leaping across darkened rooftops throughout Corellia and more than one dead Sigliano Cartel gun - none of them are the ‘root cause.’”

Crixus turned slowly back towards her, his anger beginning to rise within him. “I will resolve it.”

Serenity, seemingly unphased by the heightening of Crixus’s wrath, casually rested her hands on the desk behind her. In truth, she did fear him, but as she watched him stand there fuming, she knew that she still had control. She raised an eyebrow in his direction, before her lips slowly formed into a teasing, challenging smile. “I know you will.”


A little less than an hour passed before Crixus stepped out of the Director’s office. He stopped outside of the blastdoor for a moment, pausing to adjust the weight of the vibrosword scabbard on his back. Feeling eyes on him, he looked over at the Director’s secretary, a younger woman who very quickly averted her gaze. She focused her attentions on the holocomputer at her desk until the dark man was sufficiently far away. It wasn’t long after Crixus had left that the blastdoor opened again, and Serenity poked her head out from it to address her secretary.

“Lieutenant, please reconnect me with my last holocom,” she ordered simply.

“Yes, Director Yu, right away.”


r/Starwarsrp • • Oct 04 '20

Self post Call it a Comeback, Pt. 2: Baited Confrontation

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Eriadu HSSP Subterranean Prison

Mess Hall

12:38 P.M.

“I got those rumors aboot ye spread jus’ like ye wanted, lad.” Iggy forced his girth between Inmate 53849 and a short Mirialan in the cafeteria lunch queue. One arm was still snugly wrapped up in a sling, while his other one in the brace was clutching a plastic tray awkwardly. Whether by apathy or pure ignorance, the Mirialan’s cries at being fronted went ignored by the fat man as he continued to speak to his cellmate, “Spent all me periods spreadin’ the good gossip, yah? Jus’ like ye told me. Even whispered in a few mates’ ears durin’ showers, hah! Heh, heh, you tryna die or someting’?”

The inmate gave Iggy a quick sidelong look at the interruption of his not so peaceful thoughts. He noted the eagerness in those beady little black eyes at the prospect of him getting himself killed. He was sure there were some hard feelings for breaking his arm and hand. Oh well, Iggy’ll get over it, or won’t. Who cares?

“Something like that,” Inmate 53849 mumbled as he shimmied over. The queue was moving at steady progress, fortunately. His stomach was growling, though the slop that was being splattered on their trays looked very unappealing. The inmates called it Soylent Green on account of its green paste-like appearance.

“So,” Iggy began after leaning over. While the movement was a slight one, his girth made it seem exaggerated. “How’d yer meetin’ with Jodo go, huh?” Iggy’s voice was low, almost a whisper, and his eyes shifted back and forth. Like a schoolboy in on some big secret. 53849 shrugged, then looked over his shoulder.

Sitting by themselves in the middle of the mess hall was lanky, almost malnourished, Rodian. He was toying with his food with a vacant expression upon their hideously alien face.

“About to find out,” 53849 replied quietly. “Now,” he began, getting the last bit of slop from the kitchen staff. “We’re likely to be approached, so make tracks if you know what is good for you, Fat Man.” With that, he picked up his tray of “food” and made his way through the mess hall.

The hall was relatively large to accommodate an entire cell wing for lunch period and was totally gray. The long metallic lunch tables and benches, which were some sort of light and cheap metal alloy, were the only things not gray. A catwalk stretched completely around the entire mess hall with guards patrolling and watching from above. Blasters set to stun. Our Benevolent Overlords, heh. Yeah right.

Lightly placing his tray down next to the Rodian’s, 53849 followed suit and sat next to the alien. The Rodian tilted his head slightly in acknowledgment but otherwise said nothing. He simply continued to play with his lunch. As for 53849, he kept his head forward, his eyes ahead, and dug into the paste. Not the first time he had to lower his standards to survive, and it won’t be the last.

“Do you have what we discussed?” 53849 asked. Despite what Iggy had mentioned the other night, Jodo actually spoke decent enough Basic to hold a conversation. Not that he was surprised Iggy was a liar. He was a criminal, after all. He wouldn’t be surprised if that weren’t the only thing Iggy lied about.

At 53849’s words, the Rodian, Jodo, let his spork fall and pushed his tray away. “Pleasant day we’re having, no?” Jodo spoke, finally.

“Yeah yeah, and the cool breeze feels good in my hair,” 53849 retorted sarcastically, followed by a roll of the eyes. “We are fucking underground, so drop the nonsense. Do you have what I want, or are you wasting my time?”

“Relaaax, friend, what is the rush?” The Rodian turned his head to look directly at 53849 for the first time and thought he could see a hint of amusement on the Rodian’s face. He wasn’t sure, however. “Expecting trouble, are we?” Jodo reached into his jumpsuit and pulled out a slip of paper that had been pressed and hidden away against his chest. He nonchalantly placed the paper under his tray. Quickly and quietly without raising suspicion. However, as 53849 reached for it, Jodo placed his hand firmly on the tray. “My contact didn’t accept your payment. He wants a favor. I don’t like owing favors, but I like you, kid.” With that, Jodo removed his hand from the tray and stood up. Straightening his jumpsuit, he finished off with, “Even if you have a lot to learn. Now you owe me a favor.”

53849 could hear the Jodo’s faint laughter as the Rodian walked away, but it was in the back of his mind as he was focused on what the Rodian had placed under the tray. Without looking around, which would only look like suspicious behavior, he swiftly pulled out the paper and tucked it away within his jumpsuit.

Within a few minutes, before 53849 could finish off his meal, a commotion had started at the beginning of the lunch queue. Several men, and aliens, were pushing and tugging at the cafeteria entrance. Shouts ensued as this crowd pushed its way past the line and into the mess hall proper. At the head of this gang was none other than Riktor “Ricky” Uchivald himself, flanked by the large “Nexu” on his right.

Riktor wasn’t overly large himself, but he was broad with a harsh face, only made worse by the fact it was clearly contorted with rage at the moment. 53849 deduced the man had a weak chin, but it was covered by a grand black beard that went to his chest. His blue eyes were sunk deep within his skull and tattoos covered his bald head. They were green swirls and with the odd number. At first glance, they looked tribal, but 53849 could see that they were poorly done prison tats.

The Zabrak, Nexu, however, was the opposite. Tall, well built, with a well-defined jaw. His facial tattoos were more intricate and utilized the horns atop his head as part of the design. Definitely tribal. His expression was neutral, his eyes sizing the inmate up like a piece of meat. 53849 could tell a killer when he saw one.

“YOU!” Riktor shouted as he approached Inmate 53849. Riktor slammed his hands down hard on the long table and leaned forward. No doubt, he felt that he was intimidating, but 53849 simply kept eating his food without looking up, or so much as a flinch. “You think you can come up in here, like some kind of prince, and rule this place after only bein’ here for a few weeks, huh?! I’m talkin’ to you, ya piece of Bantha shit,” Riktor shouted. When he realized 53849 wasn’t going to acknowledge him, he swept the tray off the table. The remaining paste-like substance flew through the air only to splatter on a bystander’s jumpsuit. Only then did 53849 look up.

He raised a single eyebrow up in curiosity and gave Riktor an unblinking deadpan stare. “I wasn’t finished with that.”

“You’re fookin’ finished when I say you’re fookin’ finished, capisce? Now, what’s this about me bending the knee to the likes of you, a piece-”

“Piece of bantha shit, yeah, I heard you the first time.” Riktor’s eyes about bulged out from his skull, amazingly, when 53849 interrupted him mid-insult. His goons around him had gone quiet, their mouths agape in shock. Only Nexu remained relatively unfazed, but 53849 could see his eyes smoldering, reflecting the anger his master was feeling. “Now, Ricky, this is how this is going to go down.” In his peripheral, 53849 could see the guards atop the catwalk all congregating in the middle portion, blasters at the ready. One was reporting the commotion via a commlink. 53849 wondered at what point they would intervene, but for now, they seemed content to just watch the drama.

Inmate 53849 leaned forward himself, placing his own hands on the table, and raised a single finger in the air. “First, you are going to work for me...or die.” 53849’s voice was low and steady, but audible enough for Riktor’s cronies to have heard, which was important. Riktor himself seemed too dumbfounded to interrupt. Good. Holding up a second finger, 53849 continued “Second, you’re going to give me all information regarding your contacts-”

Riktor snorted and turned his head towards his crew while chuckling. “This is a real funny guy, huh, lads?” When he turned his head back to address 53849, all humor had drained from his face and was replaced with barely restrained rage, once again. Putting his index finger right in 53849’s eyes, he whispered, so that only the other inmate could hear it, “You’ve signed your death warranty. Sleep with one eye open tonight.” With that, he pushed himself off the table and turned on his heels, followed closely by pals. Nexu was the last to turn, but not before hawking a loogie in 53849’s general location as a sign of disrespect.

Not too fussed with the proceedings, the inmate removed the folded slip within his coveralls and quickly scanned the contents. In small, hurried, handwriting was a list of very specific instructions and three names with various notes about each.
Perfect.


r/Starwarsrp • • Sep 28 '19

Lore Episode I: Kindling

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In the early days of the year 420 ABY, the galaxy was in a state of relative peace - at least when compared to the four tumultuous centuries prior, which had culminated with the ending of the Outer Rim War two decades earlier. While the aftershocks of that war could still be felt by most of the galaxy’s beings, our tale begins on a world that had been nearly untouched by the larger conflicts of the galaxy. A lone starship would land on the planet of Dathomir and an unlikely meeting would commence between three very different individuals. Borcha of Clan Ferel, a maverick Mandalorian mercenary; Owyn 'Sibo' Sivokino, an Agent of the Principate Security with a skill for vibroblades overshadowed only by his inflated ego; and Ciaran, the mysterious, blind Shaman and de facto leader of a rogue group of Nightsisters. While the three of them kept their true motives hidden from one another, destiny ironically unified them in their shared suspicion of each other. Words were given and promises of assistance were made between Borcha, Sibo, and Ciaran, each of whom was just as likely to try to kill the other two as they were to cooperate. The first seeks an ancient and venerated treasure, the second seeks power through self-perceived subterfuge, and the third claims only to seek peace and unity among her people…


Far from the dark and swampy world of Dathomir, a restless, well-off entrepreneur and former Captain of the New Galactic Republic Marine Corps by the name of Hellexix Ordo leaves behind the picturesque beaches of Spira, beckoned unexpectedly from his vacation by a lead for a multimillion-credit catering contract with the upper-echelons of the Principate government - an opportunity too good to pass up for the up-and-coming restaurant owner. No time was wasted, and within a matter of days, the high-end restaurant owner found himself on Taris standing face to face with none other than the First Citizen of the Severan Principate, Murith Severan himself.

The leader of the boldly Imperial-styled nation had met with many potential businessmen and entrepreneurs from throughout the galaxy that vied for the chance to extend their business dealings into the borders of the Severan Principate, but for what he had planned, Murith would accept only the finest that the galaxy had to offer - including what would be on the menu. Perhaps it was the low-level celebrity status and potential political access that Hellexix Ordo had garnered on Coruscant thanks to his restaurant being in close proximity of the NGR Senate Rotunda, or maybe it was that Murith could sense something different about the recently-retired NGR Marine, but at the end of their brief meeting, a deal was struck, granting Hellexix and his restaurant the exclusive rights to cater the Principate's upcoming diplomatic event, upon which Murith promised the fate of the galaxy would turn...


Elsewhere in the Outer Rim, the planet of Ubrikkia - once the center of a thriving trade empire before the fall of the Hutts during the Outer Rim War - received a seemingly unimportant and unremarkable visitor. Touching down on the planet on a hot, dry day, a seasoned Twi’lek merchant (and extremely well-connected criminal lord) by the name of Bril Rha sets up a small shop near one of the more well-off markets in the city surrounding Takwin Keep. Possessing an unassuming quality, Bril Rha goes unrecognized by all those that come to visit his shop, where he offers various goods from off-world, including fine clothes, exotic foods, and several models of droids and hardware. It was on this day that among the petty lords of Ubrikkia walked a man who, unbeknownst to either himself or Bril, was of particular interest to the galaxy. Formerly a member of the Jedi Order, Maskar Kython had returned to his homeworld of Ubrikkia some months prior, seeking to reclaim his rightful place and title as Prince of the once-great Trade Empire - and, perhaps one day, to revive its fallen throne. Bril Rha was offered to sell several high-end, modified KX-series droids to the Ubikkian noble for a significant sum of Credits. Both individuals walked away from the exchange oblivious to the other’s place in the galaxy, with Maskar unaware that he had just purchased droids from an ex-member of the notorious Black Lylek Cartel, and Bril ignorant to the fact he was assisting the Prince Maskar Kython himself in his machinations...


On the planet Ord Trasi, Jedi Knight Xijun Zhen found herself chasing the Force, being led to different perceived disturbances; a dead forest on a distant planet, a continental drought on another. The Force was leading the Jedi on a path, but the destination was unclear. Xijun was granted a vision of all of the steps in her path thus far, and one more that she had not yet taken. The vision shown to her by the Force pointed to Dantooine, though she wasn't sure why.


On a distant planet in the fringes of the Outer Rim, a young smuggler by the name of Sairah O’Rinn met with her Uncle and mentor Toni in a seedy tavern. Toni, a long-time friend of the notorious crime lord Haldar Varss, had managed to set up a meeting between the pirate and his niece, hoping to kick start Sairah into a successful smuggling career with good contacts and steady work with the Tarran Consortium. Haldar agreed to give Sairah a chance and offered her a job as a way to test her ability. The Consortium had long endured trouble smuggling cargo onto the planet of Dantooine due to the growing Reformation militia on the planet, let alone the presence of a small NGR Naval force. Sairah was to smuggle a new shipment past any NGR blockades or Reformation forces on the planet and deliver the shipment to Haldar’s pirate allies planetside. Tagging along to oversee her first major job, Toni joined Sairah, helping her load Haldar’s cargo aboard the Raven’s Nest before they set off for Dantooine.

The Raven’s Nest would exit hyperspace above Dantooine only to find itself in the middle of a pitched battle between Reformation corvettes and a Republic Star Destroyer. Sairah deftly maneuvered the Raven between the battling ships, shaking off a squadron of Republic fighters as her Uncle Toni manned a turret aboard the smuggling craft. The pair managed to escape with their lives as, behind them, the NGR Star Destroyer beat an unexpected and hasty retreat from the star system. Once planetside, Sairah brought the Raven’s Nest down in a clearing before setting off to meet their contacts. After a couple of days of hard riding and dodging Reformation camps and patrols, the smugglers arrived at their rendezvous point only to find the pirates they were supposed to meet under siege from Reformation militiamen. Dantooine, it seemed, had become one of the Reformation’s major bases of operations - though the NGR Navy would surely return once word reached the Core worlds.

With a job well done, Toni and Sairah head back home to Rishi. After flying the Raven’s Nest for one last time, Toni set it down on a landing pad in the planet’s preeminent spaceport. With a tear in his eyes and filled with pride, Toni turned the ship over to his niece. Sairah, the new captain of the Raven’s Nest, now looked to the distant stars, awaiting the next adventure.


On the planet of Umbara, Lesh Deechi - a well-known native of the planet and lifelong political and military leader - considers his position in the cell-based nature of the Reformation. Having spent many years in the Umbaran militia, Lesh sees the current leaders of the Reformation movement as ineffectual, from his perspective. Holding a seat on the Reformation Action Council (the Reformation’s temporary equivalent to a ‘Senate’ for those worlds that supported the Reformation), Lesh was afforded a look into the inner workings of the movement's hierarchy and military leadership. Barring the recent actions taken on Dantooine, Lesh concludes to himself that his superiors are ineffectual military leaders, himself a proponent of much more decisive and assertive action - again, barring the Dantooine situation. As such, the Umbaran begins laying out an elaborate and sinister plan to assassinate his direct superior, none other than the legendary Outer Rim War hero and NGR defector and Grand Marshall of the Reformation military conglomerate, Jason Haig.


On the planet Deneba, Jedi Master Frifth Nilim - while waiting to select a new Padawan - was having a holocall with his former Padawan, now a Jedi Knight, Ravee Chasel, about recent discoveries she’d made. While researching alternative Force traditions, Ravee discovered that many years back, a Jedi Master named Mimuahr Niadh had gone mysteriously missing while researching the Dathomirian Nightsisters. She decided to use the opportunity of joining the Jedi Ambassadors that would go to the Princep’s ball as a chance to go to Dathomir. Also inspired by Frifth’s search for a new Padawan, Ravee hoped to find a potential prospect to train for herself, and teach them the ways of the Jedi. Later Frifth met up with Mirialan Jedi Master Lail Staark. The two observed the Jedi initiate exercises. To get a better idea of each initiate’s skill, Frifth decided to personally spar with each initiate. By the end, he selected the energetic Jackson Melafinious and the reverent Se'Soom Ra'Bhamus.

The following day, Jedi Master Frifth sent his two new Padawans down to the crystal caves beneath the Deneba Temple, where the two were faced with visions from the Force. After experiencing a harrowing vision, Se’Soom awoke with two Kyber crystals in his hand. Returning to the surface, Se’Soom was greeted by Master Frifth, who informed him that he had been down in the caves for a day and a half. After constructing his lightsaber, the two would leave Deneba for Ossus as Master and Padawan. While Se’Soom had passed his trial, Jackson, unfortunately, did not. Unable to overcome his own visions and stuck in a comatose state, Jackson never left the caves. Several weeks later, his body was located and the young Padawan was pronounced dead, his body cremated by the Deneba Temple Guard.


Several days after their initial meeting, Bril returned to Ubrikkia with the KX-series droids after he performed a series of complicated, but minute modifications that Maskar Kython had specified. Maskar would end up sending the droids to the Randon Security Force; perfect for covert operations on the important financial world, which Maskar hoped to bring under Ubrikkian influence through clandestine means. After their trade-off was made, Bril earned even more credits from Maskar by selling him information about a rumored holocron, said to exist somewhere on the planet Lamaredd, a rumor that intrigued the Ubrikkian ex-Jedi greatly...


With the nefarious preparations set, Lesh Deechi invited his rival Grand Marshal Jason Haig to Umbara to give the former NGR Marine a tour of the Umbaran weapons development facilities and showcase a prototype armored attack walker. During a demonstration of the new walker unit, Lesh’s plan was enacted, resulting in the sudden and “tragic” death of Jason Haig at the hands of an unseen sniper. Lesh’s plan proved successful in that there was no suspicion thrown on him by the Reformation Action Council. Additionally, Haig’s passing would go on to result in Lesh’s seemingly reluctant acceptance of the role that had been left unfilled in Haig’s sudden absence. The victory would likely prove to be double-edged, however, as while Haig’s death would allow Lesh to seize more direct control over the Reformation’s military agenda, the people of the New Galactic Republic would no doubt be only further turned away by the increasingly radical actions of the Reformation movement once word of the war hero’s death began to spread through NGR space.


At last, the day had come. After generating significant buzz within certain social circles of the galactic elite, the Severan Principate would host a diplomatic ball. Taking place in the governmental palace on the nation's capital, Taris, no expense had been spared in preparation for the event. Galactic holovid celebrities, business moguls, NGR politicians, Outer Rim world representatives - even a few members of the Jedi Order, including Jedi Knight Kaseerah Holdan (a respected Jedi and owner of a clinic on Coruscant specializing in the rehabilitation of war veterans) and Jedi Knight Ravee Chasel - all gathered within the walls of the palace to attend, indulging in rich, robust cuisine of Ordo's Ristorante and partaking in ballroom dance by the sweeping tempo of a live orchestra. From the high-end dining experience and entertainment to the guest list, this was to be a grand and unforgettable night that would leave its mark on history, just as Murith Severan would have it.

One particular high-profile guest that would not be in attendance at the Principate's historic event was billionaire Telvuga Acco, the CEO and Chairman of manufacturing conglomerate Accotech United, based out of the Corporate Sector. Hosting his own press conference, Telvuga offered biting words attacking the Severan Principate's leader while publicly declining his invitation. While Telvuga Acco's public display of opinion towards Murith Severan didn't garner much attention from the galaxy, it did give the holonet drama tabloids something to talk about for the next several weeks as they tried (and failed) to elicit a response from the heir of the Severan dynasty.

Telvuga’s slight mattered not to Murith Severan, as the Ball (or "the Orb," as holonet messaging boards would later dub it) was simply Murith’s way of gathering together many of the Outer Rim's business and political representatives, and while the exclusion of one of the Corporate Sector’s leading moguls was unfortunate, Murith Severan would not be perturbed. Hidden beneath the veneer of the Ball was Murith’s true purpose for the extravagant event - a much smaller and less publicized meeting behind closed doors with said business and political representatives of nearby Outer Rim worlds, where Murith Severan made an offer for them to join the Severan Principate. Using the promise of protection and trade, he hoped to bring the worlds under his dominion. While the majority of the more well-established worlds refused the offer, citing political differences and or lack of need, a few key systems readily accepted the offer, thanks in no small part to the words of the Delegation sent from Presbalin. While not the grand, sweeping victory that Murith had hoped for, several smaller system would go on to follow Presbalin’s example and agree to integrate under the banner of the Severan Principate.


Jedi Knight Ravee Chasel, having been in brief attendance of the Severan Principate’s diplomatic Ball, found herself romantically spurned while attempting to interact with the non-Jedi denizens of the gathering. Embarrassed and frustrated with herself, she left the extravagant event in a flurry of emotions, much to the concern of the Jedi Masters in attendance. Instead, Ravee slipped away from the high-society crowds in search of a smuggler that would be able to secret her from Taris, past the Principate’s fleets, and onto the neighboring planet of Dathomir. After all, it was there that Ravee’s findings back on Deneba pointed, regarding the disappearance of former Jedi Master Mimuahr Niadh. As the Force would have it, Knight Ravee traveled down to the Undercity of Taris, where she was able to find and hire someone willing to get her to Dathomir for the arguably exorbitant price of 10,000 Credits. Thus, Ravee set off aboard the light-freighter owned by freelance bounty hunter Gavray Kast.

It took only a matter of a few hours for Knight Ravee Chasel to reach Dathomir with Gavray’s help, the latter agreeing to stow his ship out of sight and await Ravee’s word to retrieve her, per their deal. Upon stumbling her way to a Nightsister village, Ravee was devastated to find that the missing Master she was seeking was, in fact, the leader of the village, Ciaran. The shaman, in turn, was surprised that someone had finally bothered and managed to track her down, but was nevertheless welcoming to the nervous Jedi Knight. Ravee was taken into the village, where both Ciaran and other Nightsisters explained how they lived, trying to convince their guest that despite their alignment to the dark side of the force, they were still a thriving and tightly-knit community. Knight Chasel, tempted by the thoughts of having a family, ultimately managed to resist the temptations, and after being given a transmitter by the Nightsister Shaman, she left for Gavray’s ship, leaving Dathomir - and Mimuahr Niadh, now known as Ciaran - behind.

During the journey away from Principate space, Ravee attempted to recruit Gavray to the Jedi Order, due to his latent Force-sensitivity. Already having been asked to join the Order in the past, Gavray refused. As the days progressed on, Ravee began to doubt her purpose in the galaxy, looking towards her failure to sway Ciaran or Gavray to the Jedi as a sign that she no longer knew the will of the Force. Thus, the Arkanian-offshoot Jedi Knight went on to take the Barash Vow.


On the planet Eiradu, Sith Paladin of the Holy Order Tommentis Tiranis lay in the afterglow of a passionate moment with his lover, unaware that a strike team of Jedi Shadows were about to interrupt them. Jedi Master Lytrinn Halt - along with the Jedi Knights Kairus Ririkan and Jae Feistine - stormed Tommentis’s estate after sneaking through the Eriaduan’s defenses and fighting their way through a small detachment of battle droids. Having caught Tommentis by surprise, a brief duel ensued. The Jedi proved victorious, though the Sith and his woman were killed before the Jedi could extract any valuable information from them. One less evil man claiming to be a “Sith” had been purged by the Jedi Shadows, though at the unseen cost of the Jedi Order narrowly missing their opportunity to learn of the existence and whereabouts of the Sith Holy Order in the Unknown Regions.

Unseen by the vast majority of the known galaxy, the Holy Order of the Sith were followers of an obscure and strict religious Order based around the eons-old teachings of the Pius Dea. Established four centuries earlier, the Holy Order had flourished in the Unknown Regions, far from the eyes of the Jedi or the New Galactic Republic. As such, they had conquered many of the former First Order remnants and peoples that inhabited the Unknown Regions, committing multiple genocides over the past several centuries in the name of fanatical, religious xenophobia. With nearly all but the Chiss subdued, the Holy Order had begun looking to expand its reach into the known galaxy. While some like Dumenaris Axios looked inward to delve deeper into the mysteries of the Sith’s past, the Holy Order’s newly proclaimed Lord had ambitions to look beyond the Unknown Regions. Styling himself as Darth Prodigal after seizing control of the Holy Order, Prodigal began dispatching something akin to diplomatic emissaries into the known galaxy, hoping to eventually turn some of its oblivious inhabitants into allies...


In response to the consistent reports of trouble with the local tribals on Dathomir, the Severan Principate tasked one of their most elite and effective Security Agents, Lilith Amaria, with resolving the issues that were now beginning to spill beyond petty tribal disputes and proving an annoyance to the local Principate garrison. According to the reports Lilith looked over, the Dathomirians were caught in a tribal dispute of some kind that had turned violent, with some reports detaling attacks on Principate outposts on the planet. One of the Witches (none other than Ciaran herself) promised to ensure an end to any future hostilities towards local Principate forces in exchange for the Principate Military’s backing in her war with the current Nightmother. Additionally, Ciaran demanded that the Principate lift their military blockade of the planet once the conflict was resolved. As a Senior Operative of the Principate Security, Lilith had extensive authority that went as far as allowing her to operate above and beyond the Principate’s Military command, so she used this power to call in the assistance of Arthur Xadran, Captain of the Imperator V-Class Star Destroyer, Monarch. With the imposing vessel at her disposal, Agent Lilith Amaria planned to land on Dathomir to have a meeting of her own with this Ciaran to assess the details of the Witch's proposal, personally.


Aboard the Ace of Staves,- a retrofitted, Imperial-era carrier now equipped to serve as a casino - former NGR intelligence agent, racketeer and co-owner of the casino vessel Marclay Coppola awakens from a spice-induced bender, coming to the realization that he has a potent addiction but pushing it from his thoughts, as there was business that needed attending. He met with his half-brother and co-owner of the Ace, Gavyn Coppola, himself also a former NGR Marine-turned criminal. In addition to discussing recent dealings as well as planning for their financial future, they met up with their newly-appointed Security Chief, an older Zabrak male by the name of Pexuu Vrasro. His shadowy past, contrasted by a bright reputation as a very capable veteran of the Outer Rim War with no known family or obligations to tie him down, Pexuu seemed like a great new addition to the Coppola’s Casino - provided that the old Zabrak didn’t have any old ghosts from his past still chasing him.

After the departure of their new Security Chief, Gavyn - a notorious hothead - incites a brawl on the gaming floor. After dispatching several pirates and allowing security to handle the rest, Marclay dragged his half-brother, now blacked-out from drinking too much, back to his room. Whilst lugging Gavyn, an idea occurred to Marclay, a drunken thought to better secure their financial security and gain considerable capital to continue building their empire upon. The next day, head pounding from his hangover, the idea stayed with Marclay, and he began planning what would amount to an elaborate bank heist. The target? None other than the Seswenna Sector bank, headquartered on Eriadu. To accomplish something like this, the Coppolas knew they would need a team, so they began work on seeking out individuals of talent to hire for the job. They started by sending an invitation to a smuggler that had recently made some noise over Dantooine, earning a name for herself after slipping right through a pitched naval battle between the NGR and Reformation forces to get planetside. Seeing as Eriadu was within NGR jurisdiction, it made sense to bring in someone like Sairah O’Rinn, based on her recent experiences.


In the bustling, lower city streets of Coruscant, a down-on-his-luck pilot named Corman Candar meets with a long-time friend, Aval Derevan. In a small cantina known as Frassi’s Corner, Corman greets with the older man and they discuss the possibilities of future job offers before they are interrupted by a Cathar assassin. After disarming the Cathar, Corman begins to question the would-be assassin but his line of questioning is cut short when, to Corman's suprise, Aval suddenly kills the attacker and stuns Corman, knocking him unconscious. Inexplicably, Aval flees the scene and, in turn, frames Corman for the murder of the Cathar.

A day later, Corman awakens in Coruscant Security custody. He is questioned by Coruscant Security Forces before being set free, the officer piecing together that Corman had been framed. Back on the streets of Coruscant; Corman calls his co-pilot, a Rattataki named Shuriah Reynault, asking for the fuel to get off-planet. They met at an abandoned hangar, where Corman had been illegally parking his light freighter, The Sunset Eclipse. Bent on tracking Aval down (either for revenge or even just for answers), Corman reveals to Shuriah their destination - The Ace of Staves - a casino that Aval had mentioned to Corman previously. Knowing Aval, this would be his most likely destination.

Before departing Coruscant, however, the Sunset Eclipse received an encoded, one-way transmission. In it, a man named Ulric Sigliano spoke of Twado Hyrotia, the Sunset Eclipse’s previous owner - now dead - and was hoping to catch a ride off-world. Unbeknownst to Ulric, Twado had left the Sunset Eclipse to Corman Candar, so it would be up to Corman whether or not to grant Ulric’s request for passage. Despite their hesitations, Corman and Shuriah agreed to follow the rendezvous coordinates, which lead them to a landing pad of the 500 Republica building. Awaiting them there was the man himself, Ulric Sigliano, son of the late Frank Sigliano, a local legend from Corellia. Along with him was none other than Hellexix Ordo, recently returned from Principate space and ready to spend some credits. When The Sunset Eclipse landed, Hellexix and Ulric were greeted by a hesitant Corman and Shuriah. While there was some initial, cautious tension between the two parties, the crew of the Sunset Eclipse agreed to allow Hellexix and Ulric passage. As the will of the Force would have it, Hellexix and Ulric were also bound for the Ace of Staves - Hellexix going to gamble away some of his recently-acquired Credits, while Ulric needed to meet with one of the Casino’s owners on business. After agreeing on a modest sum to cover the cost of Hellexix and Ulric’s passage, the four were off towards the Eriadu system, the last known location of the Casino.


Meanwhile, back on Dathomir, Borcha and Sibo returned to the Nightsister village for their part of the deal: the Mandalorian in Exile revealed he was seeking the Darksaber, an ancient and unique black-bladed lightsaber created nearly one and a half millennia ago by the first Mandalorian Jedi. While it remained unclear as to the exact motives of Borcha’s longing for this ancient artifact, it was clear he was adamant on finding it, and his original plan when coming to Dathomir was to visit a long-abandoned First Order base, that supposedly held vital information within its still-working database. The Nightsister Shaman revealed, however, that a splinter group within the Nightsisters — the Spiderclan — had claimed the base as their new home after being driven from their previous one long ago. Knowing full-well that taking Borcha to them could spell trouble, Ciaran insisted on retrieving the data on her own and was soon on her way together with her partner, Aijjling. Once at the base, she chose to head in alone, weaponless, in an attempt to further signal her well-meant intentions: the Clan Mother had come here not only to retrieve the data for the Mandalorian, but also with hopes of reconciling with the Spiderclan, seeing them as a possible ally to take down her rival. This feeling was one-sided, however, as Ciaran was met with a clan that had centuries worth of nothing but contempt and hatred for the outside world. Appalled by the savagery and degeneracy of the Spiderclan, she was allowed to get the data she needed and was released back to the surface, where she would soon give Borcha his data, fulfilling her part of their deal.

There was no time to rest, however, because Lilith Amaria had entered the Dathomir system, soon joined by Captain Xadran and his Star Destroyer the Monarch. With the fleet on oversight, the Principate’s elite security agent headed down to the surface to meet with the Nightsisters, under the guise of Commodore Rose Maral, a Star Destroyer commander. Despite the large difference between the two women, they seemed to be on equal footing, not only in their personality but also the lies they carried along with them at all times: Ciaran lied about who contacted the Principate, whereas Lilith lied about who she truly was. And while neither of these lies was found out by the other, it was clearly having an effect on the negotiations: neither party was particularly forthcoming to the other until the Principate officer made a peculiar offer: the Nightsister would get her requested airstrike, but she would have to give up her wife as collateral. Ciaran initially refused, but when Aijjling herself agreed, the Shaman could do nothing but concede.

It turned out to be a ruse, however, because as soon as Lilith had left the planet, she and the supporting fleet left the Dathomir system, leaving the Nightsisters back to their own devices. Enraged, Ciaran called a meeting at her village, and in a speech fueled by hatred and disdain, she rallied her people to come together and take down her rival without the assistance of the Principate Navy, before leaving with a small group for a distant planet to receive an ancient artifact...


After several days journey through hyperspace, the Sunset Eclipse arrives in the Eriadu system. A quick scan of nearby space locates the signal of the Ace of Staves, the Coppola’s retrofitted casino. After passing a security check under the watchful eye of the casino’s Security Chief, all of the Sunset Eclipse’s passengers would be granted admission into the casino proper. Unbeknownst to Hellexix Ordo, Pexuu recognizes him, though not for the man’s entrepreneurial accomplishments in the Core. Rather, the arrival of Hellexix Ordo brought a flood of memories from decades prior to Pexuu’s mind - memories of Corellia. The Zabrak Security Chief keeps these memories to himself, however, seeing as Hellexix had been too young to recognize him from their shared past. Ulric Sigliano, having come to the Ace specifically for the sake of meeting with the Coppola brothers, splits off, leaving Hellexix and Corman to head to the casino floor, where debts owed are paid in full for Corman allowing Hellexix and Ulric passage aboard his ship. Later that same day, Sairah O’Rinn, captain of the Raven’s Nest, also arrives at the Ace, invited to the Casino with the possibility of another lucrative job, though the details of the job had yet to be revealed...

After receiving payment and saying his farewells to Hellexix Ordo, Corman Candar began his hunt for Aval Derevan, the man who framed him for murder. It wasn't long before Corman found who he was looking for. Sitting down opposite the older man, the two engaged in a game of Pazaak against each other. To throw Corman off of his game, Aval reveals that he was the one who murdered Corman’s foster father Twado. The stakes of the game are raised to a lifetime of savings, and Corman barely takes the victory in the final round. An enraged Aval leaves the Ace of Staves, but not before Corman can place a tracker on him. With Coordinates in hand, the crew of the Sunset Eclipse leaves the Casino to follow Aval’s footsteps.


Back in the heart of the New Galactic Republic on Coruscant, a young man by the name of Calvin Tiberiusolis - in an attempt to spite his father - graduates from the Senate Guard’s Officer Training Facility and gets assigned to the Public Duties Company. While optimistic about his new lot in life, Calvin came into his new profession at an… interesting time. For years, Chancellor Snow’s political career had been suffering, mostly due to the ongoing talk of guerilla warfare and attacks employed by rogue Reformation sympathizers in the Outer Rim. While the Reformation had only recently begun mounting into a true threat to key NGR planets (Dantooine, most recently), many of the NGR’s citizens and representatives placed the blame for their continued existence at the Chancellor’s feet. Unhappiness with the Chancellor’s performance came to a head when, during one of Calvin’s first deployments with the Senate Guard, a few of the Senate Guards were ordered to fire live mortar rounds into a crowd of peaceful protestors. While the official report claimed that it was an accident, rumors began to fly that the Senate Guard had faulty received orders from somewhere above. The investigation, to this day, is still pending, though it is theorized that the call was made by someone wishing to further diminish Chancellor Snow’s reputation with the NGR’s populace - a strategy which proved effective, as popular support for the Chancellor reached an all-time low, and rumors began to swirl in the Senate of a vote of no confidence.


Several days after leaving Deneba, Jedi Master Frifth brought Se’Soom to the Jedi Temple on Ossus. Frifth spent two weeks instructing Se’Soom with the goal of expanding upon his bases. During a meeting with the Academy of Archaeology, they were shown a message from the planet Spintir, sent to the Jedi Temple by the leader of the planet’s only city offering a recently-discovered Jedi holocron for study. Initially puzzled by the sudden request, Frifth and Se’Soom were offered the opportunity to travel to Spintir to retrieve the holocron, to which Frifth and his new Padawan accepted. While researching prior to the expedition, they learned that Spintir was an artistic and agricultural world that fell on hard times and had likely come into possession of the holocron centuries earlier. Suspecting that they might run into trouble of some kind, Frifth shifted Se’Soom’s training regiment to focus on defensive techniques as a precaution. An old friend of Master Frifth’s, the Jedi Knight Tal Margos, also requested to join Frifth and his Padawan on their expedition to act as a backup in case something went wrong.


Wielding knowledge of the rumored holocron on the planet Lamaredd, Maskar Kython journeyed to the far-off world. Upon arriving, Maskar posed as a representative of the Outer Rim Oreworks Company, going by the false identity of Haken Tull. His ruse proved highly effective when dealing with Lamaredd’s local authorities (if one could call them that), which led “Haken” to meeting a Duros of peculiar interest by the name of Obadd Ulat. A former member of the loose organization of darkside practitioners often referred to off-handedly as the “Sith Union,” Obadd had, through means of his own, learned of the possible location of an old, Sith Temple hidden somewhere on the planet - though, much like Maskar, the Duros had lied to the Lamaredd officials in order to conceal his true reason for coming to the planet. Their lies landed them both in a speeder planetside, spurred onward by the enthusiastically oblivious Lamaredd officials that were just thrilled to have something happening on their backwater planet and under the impression that both Maskar and Obadd were there on official business. Though their speeder ride was a long and awkward one, it gave Maskar and the Duros the privacy they needed to eventually delve into their own suspicions of one another, eventually acknowledging that they were both not only liars but two individuals after the same thing. For better or worse, they agreed to cooperate in their efforts to track down the supposed location of the ancient Sith Temple that Obadd was sure existed, and where Maskar hoped to find the holocron that Bril Rha had spoken of...


While the galaxy continued to inexorably expand, a small-scale war was waging on the planet of Sy Myrth in the Outer Rim. Falling under the jurisdiction of Mandalorian space, the planet and its surrounding systems were in dispute as thousands of rival Mandalorian New Crusaders fought for dominance in the wake of Mandalore the Reaper’s death, which was followed quickly by the patricide of one of the New Crusader’s greatest leaders and founder, Warlord Harkon Ordo. Assassinated by his own son, Harkon’s death kicked off one of many bids for power that were going on throughout Mandalorian space as the hierarchy of rulers and warriors of the Mandalorian culture was tested in light of the fact that the conquering nation now stood without a clear successor to the title of Mandalore. In the midst of all of this, the battle for Sy Myrth stood out, as Harkon’s forces were divided between those loyal to his son Glaz Ordo, and those loyal to another warrior of growing infamy, a Twi’lek Mandalorian and survivor of the Outer Rim War’s Battle of Ryloth by the name of Maelzagard. Two weeks of scorched-earth warfare would lead to Glaz’s forces eventually crumbling under the weight of Maelzagard’s loyalists, resulting in Glaz’s death and his Twi’lek rival claiming the title of Warlord over the Sy Myrth New Crusaders. Meanwhile, the mystery of Mandalore the Reaper’s death and who would claim leadership over the rest of the Mandalorians remained unknown…



r/Starwarsrp • • Dec 15 '18

OOC Compromise and Consequence

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397 ABY: The Outer Rim War ends.

The NGR and the Jedi offer aid to many of the damaged worlds that had long been held hostage by the Hutt Grand Council. While the majority of the NGR fleet returns to the Core, several fleets of ships and Legions of Marines stay behind to garrison the military bases that had been established during the war.

Mandalore the Reaper returns to her people and is showered with laurels and praised for her hand in returning her people to their place of glory and power in the galaxy. Only a small minority of the Mandalorian people vocalized their concern over the events of the war, but their voices mostly fell on deaf ears. The Mandalorians would remain independent from the NGR, now holding a larger swathe of space than before the war had begun. Outside of Mandalorian space, rumors abound of war crimes committed by their leader.

After recovering Christophsis, the Jedi decide not to restore their temple as they feel the dark side strongly emanating from the ruins and the memory of the dead being too painful. The Jedi would also go on a large pilgrimage to words that were badly hurt during the war in an attempt to make peace, heal, and find any brewing darksiders. They also used this opportunity to find new recruits to join the Order after taking tremendous losses. Many planets offered to be the location of a new temple, however the Jedi did not accept any of them. The Jedi Rangers would have a diminished military role, but would still serve in helping Jedi in all sorts of other tasks. The remaining heavy transports would be used in patrolling areas around Deneba, Almas, and Ossus. The Jedi moved any initiates off of Dantooine - however, they still maintained it as a secret center as a potential place of refuge in the event that the Jedi Order was ever destroyed again. Several instructors were sent there and any initiate who was not picked for Padawan training, but showed potential, would be sent there for training. At the request of Phuii Jedi Knight, Tep Foung, the Academy of Archeology was reformed and renewed their search for Jedi history. An effort would be made to re-visit many recorded sites to confirm that they are still there after the long, Outer Rim War.

398 ABY: The Reformation begins as a radical political movement in the NGR Senate. Officially known as the “Democratic Responsibility League”, their leaders cite all the flaws they see with the structure and governance of the NGR. They accuse the NGR Senate of failing to do enough to defend territories in the Outer Rim before and during the Outer Rim War and not doing enough to alleviate the struggles of the many worlds torn apart in the wake of the War. They also take issue with the structure of the Galactic Senate, claiming that it is inherently Core-centric and that its Core bias prevents the many issues of the Outer and some of the Mid Rims from gaining any attention. The Reformation’s minority status in the Senate keeps them from doing much, but as the NGR continued to grow its military in the years following the war, they would slowly gain traction with sympathetic worlds.

399 ABY: With the annihilation of the Hutt Grand Council and decreased presence of NGR, Jedi, and Mandalorian troops, a power vacuum was left in many parts of the Outer Rim - particularly, in the criminal underworld. While several of the more loyalist systems petitioned for NGR membership or association status, others attempted to begin carving their own independent nations in the Outer Rim. However, across most of the Outer Rim, the dissolution of the Hutt’s short-lived empire ironically resulted in the foundation of a multitude of crime syndicates, large and small, who began to claim pieces of the Outer Rim for their own.

400 ABY: The Sith Union finally decides the time is right to make its move, expanding into multiple systems and attempting to overthrow weakened planetary governments. However, when their leader is taken out by Jedi Shadows, they devolve into little more than a Force-powered gang, attempting to cause mayhem throughout the Galaxy. The Shadows and the Sith Union begin to wage a covert war, lasting to the present day.

400-415 ABY: The “New Objective” is secretly adopted by the Imperial Ruling Council of the Severan Principate as they begin pursuing a secret rearmament program. Under the guise of renewed infrastructure spending and subsidies towards industry and utilising a clever array of shell companies out of the Corporate Sector, Muraak Severan and his son Murith oversee a slew of hidden factories and begin construction to rapidly increase the capacity of the Principate’s military industrial complex. The objective is to expand the Principate's military (specifically their Navy) in order to preserve the sovereignty and stability of the region after the power vacuum is left by the destruction of the Hutts and the renewed militarism of the Mandalorians. After several more years, young Murith Severan begins reaching out to wealthy and influential industrial conglomerates and tries to build a network of allies in the private sector of the galactic market. Murith also makes a renewed commitment to the weaponization of Ionite and its integration into the arsenal of the Principate to provide it with an edge over some regional opponents.

402 ABY: The Reformation movement begins to fall out of relevance in the NGR Senate, as their opposition in the Core wins debate after debate. Since the NGR Military had essentially ended the reign of terror of the Hutts in the Outer Rim years earlier, the voices of the NGR Military’s supporters rang the loudest and the Reformation Party becomes nearly irrelevant in the NGR Senate. Most of the Reformation's most vital members become ostracized, and association with them becomes anathema to other Senators. Many systems in the Outer Rim begin to suffer more, especially those with sympathies to the Reformation Party, as the advocates of their problems are effectively silenced.

A small criminal gang known as the Radark Syndicate attempts to re-establish the spice mines on Kessel under their own control. The gang delivers a large group of slaves, including a Kuati native by the name of Haldar Varss, and a small group of their own raiders to occupy one of the mining stations on the planet. Their endeavor on Kessel doesn’t last long, however, as a slave revolt led by Haldar Varss quickly overwhelms the few members of the Radark Syndicate present on the planet. Haldar steals the large vessel they had arrived in, the Spice of Life, and with most of the escapees in tow under him, he heads for the stars and begins a moderately successful run of pirating and looting in the local sector.

404 ABY: In the wake of the Reformation Party’s sharp decline in the Senate, the movement sees a rebirth of sorts in the Outer Rim. Many aid organizations helping to alleviate the hard times much of the Outer Rim were facing begin to strongly associate themselves with the Reformation movement and many high-profile Reformation sympathizers and leaders began donating heavily to these groups and even taking the lead to expand the organizations’ aid operations.

403-405 ABY: A mysterious member of the Sith Union (secretly a former member of the Jedi Order named Theodosic) goes on a rampage, destabilizing three planetary governments and killing their Jedi Watchman, as well as the Council Master Dugoss Veld. While the Shadows attempted to hunt him down, the Unionist successfully evaded his pursuers, and managed to ambush and kill three Shadows sent to locate him.

406 ABY: After a particularly successful raid on a space convoy carrying priceless relics and a hefty amount of credits (most likely as a bribe headed to some pompous senator), Haldar and his pirates took their earnings and ran to the tundra moon Yavin VIII, where Haldar founded the Varss Consortium and set up his makeshift headquarters in an ancient ruined palace on the surface of the moon. He begins to organize jobs for his small band of raiders and starts establishing a presence in the local galactic area.

410 ABY: With the unmitigated resurgence of piracy and crime in the Outer Rim, many systems experience the creation of informal militias, groups of armed citizenry with the goal of protecting their home-planets from being plundered by thieves. Soon, these protective militias join the growing and expanding coalition of aid organizations funded and associated with the Reformation movement. With the aid coalition growing larger and larger, the need for an organizational structure for it becomes necessary. The Reformation movement establishes a makeshift headquarters on the much safer Balmorra, a Mid Rim industrial planet with heavy Reformation sympathies.

The NGR Navy calls for the construction of two massive warships as a part of a new defense spending Bill, along with updated models to standard vessels and fighters of all kinds. The Bill is approved by the NGR Senate, as the moderate fleet that remained from the Outer Rim War were old and outdated. New and updated warships begin to replace the older models, which are taken to Malastarian wastelands to be dismantled and scrapped for parts.

412 ABY: The Varss Consortium launches a daring raid on an NGR Credit mint, stealing a set of Republic Credit minting plates and equipment and escaping in the ensuing firefight. This event launches the Varss Consortium to the forefront of the criminal world and earned Haldar a fair amount of notoriety, a fact he would soon take advantage of. Haldar establishes a large-scale credit counterfeiting operation beneath his ruined palace headquarters and uses it to launch his consortium onto the Galactic stage - his notoriety, however, would not go unnoticed by the NGR. Several Reformation supporters are blamed for the heist, though no damning evidence is brought forth.

Amid this chaos, the NGR Senate elects Raina Snow to the Chancellery. She initially ran on a platform of bringing back the glory days the Republic had enjoyed for so long prior to the Outer Rim War, however Haldar's headline-making mint raid occurred soon after her inauguration and she was immediately put under immense pressure to combat the quickly escalating crime rate in the Outer and some of the Mid Rim.

413 - Present ABY: Using the newfound wealth and clout he had gained in the underworld, Haldar began picking up various pirate fleets and mercenary groups and adding them to his quickly growing criminal empire. The mercenaries were put to work, training on Yavin VIII to become Haldar’s personal fighting force. This included the infamous Galactic Special Forces Regiment, a group well known for their use of B1-style battle droids. The pirates were also employed immediately and the Perlemian Trade Route and the Northern stretch of the Hydian Way saw a sharp increase in piracy over the next few years. However, many attempts by the Varss Consortium to establish a presence on certain planets would be constantly thwarted by the efforts of the militia forces that were now funded by Reformation leaders, forcing Haldar to rethink his tactics.

414 ABY: Many figures in the NGR Senate become increasingly worried about the rising influence and power of the Reformation movement in the Outer Rim. Several bills passed through the Senate in quick succession, each one obviously, though not outright, intentioned at stemming the growth of Reformation influence and preventing the aid organizations and militias from conducting their work effectively. The largest of these bills included furthering the Republic's recent military build-up by removing many of the legal rights systems had to maintain local militias. Instead, the NGR would further centralize the Republic Military, establishing garrisons and increasing recruiting efforts on all NGR-occupied worlds.

415 ABY: With his new fighting force now prepared for anything, Haldar began a campaign of annihilating or absorbing the other new syndicates that had arisen in the absence of the Hutts and who were now becoming dangerous rivals to the Varss Consortium. The Radark Syndicate that had enslaved Haldar only 13 years prior was soon absorbed into the Consortium during a quick and surgical removal of the Radark leadership and its replacement with a close confidant of Haldar's, a Rodian by the name of Tseebo Nereeno. The Black Lylek Cartel, which had made off surprisingly well in the aftermath of the Outer Rim War, had all but abandoned Hutt space and was beginning to threaten the Varss Consortium's sphere of influence. After a brief crime war that went so far as to cause a small gang war in Lessu between gangs whose allegiance belonged to either side, Haldar finally learned the location of the Black Lylek's new headquarters: a hidden space station built into a large meteor in the Unknown Regions, dubbed *Final Destination.* Assembling the bulk of his strength together, Haldar led an attack force against the station, using the element of surprise to his advantage. The assembled mass of his pirate fleets launched themselves at the station's defenses, blasting a hole through it's defenses so that the mercenaries, brigands, and battle droids under his payroll could storm the station. The leader of the Black Lyleks was captured and, after being paraded around Yavin VIII like a won trophy, was summarily executed and disposed of unceremoniously in a mass grave. Much of the infrastructure of the Black Lylek Cartel was absorbed and integrated by the Varss Consortium, but many sects of the Cartel were fiercely loyal even in the face of their defeat. Over the next few years, Haldar led a crusade to crush every last vestige of the Black Lylek’s in the galaxy and solidified his place as one of the Titans of the underworld of the Galaxy.

The first three years of Chancellor Snow's reign had been unkind to her. Crime continued to rise at a nearly exponential rate in the outer reaches of the Galaxy and began to bleed into the Mid Rim more and more. Meanwhile, the NGR Senate became increasingly warry of the Reformation as, despite the bills intended to stop their influence, they continued to become more and more powerful. On Lannik, a small riot occured when a group of Lanniks refused to follow the orders of a group of NGR judicials and were promptly beaten into submission and arrested. Several members of the NGR Senate saw this event as a sign that the Reformation movement was trying to replace the NGR as the primary source of authority in the galaxy. Chancellor Snow's inability to deal simultaneously with both of these growing issues quickly earned her the label of a weak, ineffective ruler and the Senate that had voted her in only three years prior slowly began to turn against her.

415 ABY - Present: The Radicalization phase of the Severan Principate brings with the succession of Murith to the highest office of the Principate, winning both a referendum with 99% of the vote and being unanimously approved by all legislatures and the Ruling Council. Murith rapidly began building what could be described by a foreign observer as a “personality cult” through the liberal use of statues, Holovids and billboards in his likeness. For the first time since Armand Severan, a Princep was written into the constitution. With nearly weekly interviews on state news channels, the youthful and powerful Murith played this up to his advantage during the period before and after his entrance into office.

Early in his reign, Murith was presented with the toughest and most destructive crisis in perhaps the Principate’s history. In conjunction with an annual event, all the members of the legislature, executive and military were gathered for the grand conference of the People’s Front. After a speech before those gathered, Murith was tipped off to a conspiracy by a former Prime Minister. He shared with Murith a datapad which detailed a plot created by the highest and most influential members of the government, one which would see the Severan Dynasty overturned and the nation of the Principate sold out to foreign and criminal elements in the Outer Rim. After reading the names of the accused conspirators, Murith’s retiated by having those named summoned before him. At the end only a third of the committee remained, the rest shot full of blasts fire like Kath Hounds by the remaining one third of the Principate's Committee. With the remaining members of the governments loyalty bought through fear, Murith was now free to appoint the remaining two thirds of the highest government positions as he saw fit and with no opposition, ushering in a new virulently Pro-Murith regime.

416 ABY: The overseer of the Quelii sector issues a command that all Nightsisters found outside of Dathomir are to be brought to him, dead or alive. Reason for this include multiple incidents both inside and outside of the sector regarding nightsisters disrupting the general public. The current Clan mother of the Dathomiri witches, Mother Nev, responds by claiming that she is not behind these attacks, instead stating this is the work of rogue Nightsisters trying to draw out a conflict. Curiously however, the attacks did lower in frequency, though they never quite stopped altogether. Over the years, tensions would continue to rise, as Mother Nev kept claiming she had no part in this, while the Overseer had no solid evidence to warrant an attack on the sister’s stronghold.

417 ABY: Finally fed up with the Reformation movement’s efforts and fearful of their steadily growing power, the NGR declares the Reformation’s activities in the Outer and Mid Rims illegal and treasonous. A battalion of Republic Marines under Lieutenant Colonel Ashur Kyrell is deployed to Balmorra and marches on the Reformation headquarters there. A tense siege ensues in which Republic Marines and Reformation associated militias face each other for four days with no conflict, both sides too unwilling to open fire on fellow Republic citizens. Lieutenant Colonel Ashur Kyrell appeals to the besieged militia forces multiple times to surrender and avoid conflict, wanting to avoid any hostilities, but to no avail. On the fifth day of the siege, someone, no one is sure who, fired a burst of blaster fire and all hell broke loose. The siege escalated into a skirmish as both sides attack the other, each sure that they are defending themselves. After a heated engagement, the Republic Marines eventually overwhelm the militia forces and storm the headquarters complex. Once inside, they find that the leadership had entirely fled the day before the Marines arrived and had taken everything of strategic interest with them. The surviving militiamen either fled the compound and disappeared into the planet’s cities or were arrested on grounds of treason. This however, was not the end of events on Balmorra. Balmorra’s citizenry, still fiercely sympathetic to the Reformation movement and enraged by the storming of the compound, began fiery protests that quickly turned into a week of riots. The out-of-control rioting ended with the establishment of a strong NGR military presence on the planet and the declaration of Martial Law.

With his place on the Galactic Mainstage secured, Haldar finally begins work on his Grand vanity project: the full restoration of the ruined palace he had established his headquarters in. Over the years, rubble had been cleared and rooms prepared for basic operations and equipment, but now walls were being rebuilt, floors resurfaced, frescos and mural repainted, gardens re-planted, and the ornamentation and gilding of an Imperial Palace were being put into place.

After twenty-one long years of combating the Dark Side, the Jedi managed to suppress and trap the Dark Side Nexus that surrounded Corellia into a lake in a mesa. V’ruuzi nearly fell to the Dark Side while performing the ritual, but managed to save himself. The area was renamed Lake Eitur. The Jedi kept the area a secret as to have no one come close to the area. However, the Dark Side being localized in one area made new problems. Plant life near the lake began to die and the land became barren, but that was not the worst of things. The local Corellian sand panthers were corrupted by the lake and bathing in it turned them into foul abominations. This corrupted them into dangerous Dark Side Abominations that were faster, stronger, had more potent venom, and could hide themselves from the Force. The Jedi, who were originally going to leave, aside from V'ruuzi, realized they needed to maintain their presence on Corellia after this was discovered so that they could hunt the panthers, which they named Eitur Beasts, and to keep Lake Eitur under control.

418 ABY: A large Republic reserve fleet lays scattered in the dry barren emptiness of Malastare, whose Dug population is cheaply employed to dismantle it. Rogan O’Brian, the Republic hired man in charge of the operation, secretly conspires with the Reformation to allow them to steal the massive vessels, as they try to arm themselves to defend against the rapidly increasing hostility of the NGR. During the operation, one of the Republic fleets intercepts them and attempts to block their escape. A large ground assault occurs among the beached vessels, in which Rogan O’Brian is killed by an elite squad of NGR Marines. Ultimately, the Reformation escapes with the ships, which would act as the backbone of the Reformation's Navy in the coming years.

With the Balmorra and Reserve Fleet incidents now tanking Raina Snow's popularity in the Senate and the Galaxy at large, she begins desperately drafting plans to regain her lost favor. Her administration drafts the Galactic Patriots Bill and the Spacelane Security Act, which together lower the enlistment age into the Republic military from 18 to 17 human years (with equivalent variations for other species) and gives the New Galactic Republic Navy the ability to strike with near-impunity on groups deemed threats to trade and the safety of the spacelanes. While this bill was meant to be used to combat the rising piracy and smuggling present throughout the Galaxy, the result was a less accountable Navy that began attacking Reformation outposts with impunity. Both of these bills passed the Senate quickly, but neither did anything to raise Raina Snow's popularity or ingratiate the downtrodden Outer Rim to the NGR.

Without the intention of either side, the Galaxy is once more thrusted into the midst of another civil war between two factions: The New Galactic Republic, who believes it is defending galactic democracy from upstart Outer Rim militias, and the Coalition of Reformed Systems, who believes it is defending the citizens of the Outer and Mid Rims and intends to reform the Galactic Republic to a more representative and just model. The systems the Reformation had ingratiated itself to still wished to support their cause, however after the events that occured on Balmorra, were too afraid to openly support them. Many of the systems, however, agreed to provide secret support to the Reformation, supplying weapons, volunteers, and much needed ships to the CRS. The Jedi decide to remain neutral on the war as they did not want to enter another war after the horrific losses they had in the Outer Rim War. Grandmaster Djen Rai made a proclamation to the galaxy stating that the Jedi would remain neutral regardless of a world’s affiliation, but they would give haven to anyone who sought protection, healing, or guidance regardless of side.

419 ABY: The Reformation’s fleet is ambushed over Dagobah, which was the location of a massive space station complex that was serving as their headquarters. The defense fleet held off the NGR’s attack for several hours, giving the station enough time to evacuate. Eventually bombers broke through and destroyed the station’s shield generators, opening the station to bombardment from the NGR’s fleet of star destroyers, led by High Admiral Valhoun.

Reformation spies manage to capture intel concerning the layouts of one of the two new NGR Super Star Destroyers. While Peacekeeper was undergoing maintenance over the planet Fondor, the rebel navy attacked, disabling the orbital construction facilities’ shields. Against heavy resistance, the Reformation managed to knock both the orbital shipyards and the Super Star Destroyer Peacekeeper out of commision before NGR reinforcements could arrive.

Raina Snow retreats from public life, her previous lack of popularity now transformed overnight into outright hostility by the Peacekeeper Incident. She becomes rarely seen outside of the Senate chamber, as shoes and death threats are hurled at her in equal measure by citizens of the Republic.

420 ABY: A rogue member of the Holy Order of the Sith, Darth Tommentis, kills the current Dark Pontiff and High Shaman, and flees to Eriadu to start his own Sith Order. Enraged, the Holy Order uses indirect channels to leak his true identity to members of the Jedi Shadows, who dispatch a kill team led by the Shadows’ current leader, Lytrinn Halt.

Mandalore the Reaper is reported dead. While past her prime at seventy-nine years old, her death still comes unexpectedly and under strange circumstances. The heads of the leading Mandalorian Clans claim that she died by impaling herself with a vibrosword during a sparring match, but insider sources leak evidence of heavy drug use and the involvement of Hutt slavery. As rumors fly, reigniting the controversial Hutt genocide during the Outer Rim War, the Mandalorian Clans resort to infighting as multiple individuals claim the title of Mandalore. The space that the Mandalorians had claimed during the Outer Rim War falls into disarray, with only the Mandalore Sector itself and the shared Mando-NGR occupation of Hutt Space still resembling anything close to order.


r/Starwarsrp • • May 18 '21

Self post The Armchair Detective

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00:47 CST

Coronet City, Corellia

Leysson’s Apartment

The interior of the small flat reflected the chaotic goings-on of Leysson’s own mind: Cluttered, busy, and haphazard. There wasn’t a free surface to be seen in the living room and the tiny space in the center that was not taken up by the couch and coffee table was a metal table supporting an arrangement of flasks, beakers, and surgical tubes. Discarded in a bin underneath was the syringe Leysson had spirited away from the warehouse the Valkyries had raided earlier that morning. Its contents had been deposited in one of the containers and mixed with various compounds such as iodine.

Leysson tossed his key cards to the side in a small plastic tray atop a shelf adjacent to the door of his apartment and approached his ongoing experiment. After hours of processing while Leysson was away, it appears a reaction had occurred. The contents of the beaker had taken on a two-tone color horizontally as much of the distilled Ryll spice had been forcibly separated from some of the additives originally mixed with it. The Spice was denser and had settled on the bottom of the glass. It was much more red than brown now. The top, however, could only be compared to the fecal matter from a newborn baby without a developed digestive system: A sickly green with flecks of brown.

These results were honestly quite surprising as the separated compound should have either been a grassy green or a dark, dull blue. This color of vomit and the strong chemical odor it emitted were unexpected. This just made Leysson more intrigued, rather than worried, as the danger of a contact high would have long passed during the process. He could at least come to the conclusion that a large quantity of Norepinephrine existed in the upper compound, but a microscope would be needed for further examination.

Leysson carefully scooped a minuscule amount of the greenish muck onto a petri dish and carried it over to his work desk against the far wall. Slumped in the corner beside the desk was a conglomerate of parts combined in an abomination that was neither a protocol droid nor an analytical one, yet combined essential pieces from both. It was a bit of a pet project of Leysson’s to build this thing. It was still far from done, lacking the front half of its face and the majority of its processing units.

Fiddling with the knobs and dials on the bulky microscope, Leysson placed the petri dish underneath. A thoughtful frown tugged at the corner of his lips as the inspector spent several long minutes flicking through the different settings and zooming as in as he could to distinguish the chemical makeup of the substance.

Leysson’s knowledge of chemistry was rusty and self-taught, yet access to the holonet at the blink of an eye aided his efforts in putting this puzzle together. Or rather, taking it apart.

Three Hydroxides with a nitrogen atom attached to the tail confirmed the presence of Norepinephrine, but what interested Leysson was that it was all part of a larger compound:

Amphetamine, or something eerily akin to it, with epinephrine(adrenaline), quebrachine, and an alpha-blocker...all combined with the ryll spice.

Leysson took a step back and blinked. This discovery was equally as fascinating as it was disgusting. Though what revolted him was not the sight nor smell, but the incredible danger of this drug. Sure, the amphetamine would increase dopamine levels and the quebrachine would act as an aphrodisiac as well as increased aggressiveness; combined with the adrenaline and spice would surely create euphoria in the user that could rival that of glitterstim spice...but at the cost of severe health risks.

The most worrying of those being from the massive increase in norepinephrine levels caused by the amphetamine and alpha-blocker. If a tweaker were to inject themselves during a moment of already increased stress and adrenaline (such as a firefight), the mass amount of norepinephrine would override the nervous system’s receptors and trigger a hysterical strength (which coincides Freya's testimony of thugs ignoring pain). This rare phenomenon, however, greatly damages the body. From damaged ligaments and joints, to muscles being ripped from the bone and fibers being destroyed if one exerted several hundred kilograms more than the average.

Pain-free and superhuman strength for a limited time. Now that’s what Leysson considers a good high. It only costs permanent damage to oneself...

Leysson stood bewildered for several long seconds. The thought spice smugglers created (possibly unwittingly) a temporary super-soldier serum was completely baffling. As well as incredibly dangerous. If they found out about their effects- which he had already surmised they had, considering the people Freya’s team attacked purposefully injected themselves prior to engaging -could spell for a lot of trouble for CorSec. This drug could easily be advertised and sold as a super-soldier drug, with a crime syndicate having no qualms about leaving out all the nasty side effects. Then there is the other side of the spectrum: CorSec itself. If they found out, which they will even if Leysson doesn’t say anything considering they have several cases of the stuff to analyze, they would no doubt be very interested in researching it. Deep within the R&D facilities that not even Leysson would be able to access.

The knowledge that he was the only one, currently, aware of the precipice Corellia teetered on and the inability to do anything about it was an eerie and sickening one.

He had to sit down. He stumbled over to his couch and stared into space.

No, that’s wrong, he told himself. I’m not helpless, there is something I can do. I can capture the men responsible and see justice done, as is my duty.

With that thought, Leysson plucked a violin from an open cracked, and torn case and swung his legs up on the couch. He sank down, lounging and staring up at the ceiling. A weary hand drug the used bow across the delicate strings of the wooden instrument. Whilst a generally good player, when Leysson was contemplating something, there was no rhyme or reason to the cords he played, and it often sounded more akin to nails on a chalkboard or the dying screech of a Tauntaun.

As the awful “music” filled the apartment, Leysson’s heavy-lidded eyes slowly fluttered shut. His day replayed in his mind as he recounted everything he had learned about the case. He threw out what he considered useless excess “filler” information, such as the original owner of the spice warehouse, Jugal, and focused primarily on the major facts and leads. At this point, it was just about reassessing previous conclusions and a process of elimination of new ones, garnered from new facts, until the likeliest one was left.

Three men working together to distribute spice. One a smuggler, one working on the “inside” and the third?

That’s it! Gruttigieg! Lo P. Gruttigieg, CEO of Gonknoid Pharmaceuticals! How did I not originally get that?

The only explanation was Leysson had still been reeling from the sudden uneasiness and anxiousness he had suffered during Crixus Payne’s performance at the time to have immediately recognized the name.

Aha! The pieces are coming together. After losing the large class-action lawsuit last year, he turned to selling his experimental Amphetamine-based Upper to a criminal organization, as well as his knowledge on how to combine it with the spice effectively.

That leaves the Duros being the one likely behind the refinery on Duros and the smuggling onto Corellia...and the tall stoic man likely a high ranking customs agent. With his tracking device on the Customs agent, Freya’s valkyries targeting OxnFree on Duros, and all their identities being confirmed first thing in the morning, it was nearly a full wrap.

Involuntarily, Leysson smiled as he laid there on the couch, languidly poisoning the air with his atrocious playing.

He would remain like that for hours upon hours as his mind worked and reworked and reworked again until there was no doubt about his deductions. Soon, he entered into a trance-like state, as he often would when he was like this. Yet, something was off. Different. Unbeknownst to Leysson, the pressure within the room spiked. Small, light, objects, balls of flimsy, and other miscellaneous items surrounding Leysson in the apartment quietly shook and shuddered, as if played upon by an invisible hand.

Images of a face Leysson didn’t recognize flashed before his mind’s eye. A handsome, yet malicious face with piercing, unnatural, eyes. Dark, slick, hair and carefully groomed facial hair. The man’s expression was twisted into a comic mockery of anxiety and desperation.

Despite the initial unrecognition, Leysson felt an eerie familiarity with it. As soon as he had that feeling, he instantly knew who it was. The person he had been thinking about all day: Ulric Sigliano.

Why the man’s face suddenly came to him, Leysson didn’t know. It was rare he got sidetracked when mulling over a case, if ever. He had no idea what it meant. A strange feeling his gut manifested and he…”sensed” a sort of affirmation. A confirmation?

Even more bizarre, the face contorted and twisted unnaturally. Ulric’s mouth opened and screamed soundlessly in a complete agony that Leysson could feel himself. He could feel his body sweating as he continued to witness this strange vision. Soon, Ulric’s face spun and simultaneously began to melt. Two sets of eyes and mouths formed an abomination that would stay with Leysson for days. It was all merging into a new figure. One that involuntarily caused Leysson more anxiety than Ulric ever could.

Crixus Payne.

The man’s usual apathetic, insincere profile stared back at him through the cloud of his own mind. His cybernetic eyes bored into his brain like a parasite. Somewhere in the distance- or was it wrapped around Payne like a sinister cloak? -lightning struck. Repeatedly. Power emanated from the face like an unholy specter.

A shock went down Lee’s spine; not unlike the one he had felt in the Gold Room during Payne’s performance, and the largest of Leysson’s flasks shattered suddenly, jarring him awake. He jolted up. A hand acting of its own accord immediately rose to his forehead and began kneading the leathery flesh. His head throbbed and the relief to be free of a nightmare never came.

Sunlight peeked through a small gap in the apartment's shuttered windows. Dawn had already arrived.

“What the…”


r/Starwarsrp • • Dec 15 '18

OOC The Outer Rim War

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302 - 320 ABY: In the Outer Rim and Wild Space, notable Darksider criminals and tyrants would emerge and attempt to impede the Jedi efforts of expansion with varying successes. Jedi relations soured in some of those local areas, yet the general public opinion of the Jedi maintained high standing throughout a large majority of civilized space as the Jedi continued to be proactive in their protection of those lucky enough to find themselves aided by the Order. It was also during this time that the Jedi quietly established their maximum security prison on the planet Belsavis in the year 304 ABY.

344 ABY: The Hutt Grand Council - now the undisputed criminal power in the Outer Rim - rallies the numerous crimelords and cartels under their command to began puppeting a true conquest of the Outer Rim, some parts of the Mid Rim, and Wild Space. Using the notoriously brutal Black Lylek Cartel from Ryloth as their primary fighting force, the Hutt Grand Council forcibly take control of nearly all major trade routes outside of NGR space, enacting their own laws and enslaving tens of thousands of beings along the way. The Outer Rim erupts in chaos as affected worlds attempt to fight back, though few prove successful - thus begins the Outer Rim War.

344-380 ABY: Now in control of most all major Outer Rim hyperspace lanes, the Hutts begin rapidly expanding their empire. The current Princep of the Severan Principate, Muraat, takes notice of this and begins quietly selling weapons to all sides of the growing conflict, putting the Principate in a position of neutrality. Over the course of Muraat’s life the Princep would spend his time leveraging his position of neutrality. As much if the independent planets of the Outer Rim came under siege from the Hutt's forces, Muraat aids in the creation of the Hydian Anti-Piracy Taskforce, an effort that would bring several neighboring systems into the Severan Principate.

345 ABY: The Jedi began enforcing protection of their local spaces from attacks from the Hutts and other criminal cartels. This handful of worlds that found themselves under the Jedi’s defensive protection were dubbed the “Jedi Front”. Due to the war swallowing up so much of the Outer Rim, the Academy of Archeology is briefly suspended as expeditions are considered too dangerous to attempt.

346 ABY: Early into the inevitable war the Jedi and the Tion Hegemony strike an alliance to support and protect each other, while also aiming to reclaim parts of the Perlemian Trade Route. Mon Cala watches with interest as the Tion Hegemony is a proactive force in defending the area as the NGR sits out the war. Throughout the war and afterwards the Tion Hegemony would become a strong Jedi ally.

347 ABY: The Jedi Front becomes synonymous with a shining force for good, leading to mass immigration of Outer Rim refugees to these “Jedi Worlds,” including those associated with the Tion Hegemony. This also resulted in an influx of non-Force Sensitive people wanting to help, leading to the establishment of the Jedi Rangers, a paramilitary and support organization for non-Force Sensitives to aid the Jedi in countless duties. Throughout the war the Jedi Rangers would expand and they would become an invaluable ally.

356 ABY: The Mandalorians - watching the nearly unimpeded conquest by the Hutt Grand Council - implore the NGR to allow them to lead a force to stop the Hutts from their conquest of the Outer Rim. The NGR Senate finds itself divided, as the more conservative members feel that the NGR should maintain their focus on domestic affairs while the more proactive side of the Senate agrees that it is the duty of the NGR to stand up and fight on behalf of those who simply cannot. Nearly two months of debate ensued, ending with a final, controversial vote to abstain from intervening in the chaos of the Outer Rim War. Despite high tensions, Mandalore the Steadfast adheres to the NGR Senate, repeating the history of his early predecessor. Unlike Mandalore the Unshaken, however, Mandalore the Steadfast is unable to keep his people in line. The heads of several Mandalorian Clans begin to make their displeasure very well known.

357 ABY: The balance of power on Mandalore is upset when a young Mandalorian woman named Fekilla of Clan Sat challenges and kills Mandalore the Steadfast, claiming the title of Mandalore the Reaper. Under their new leadership, the Mandalorians sever their ties with the NGR by seceding and declaring themselves an independent state. The NGR Senate, unwilling to outright attack the former NGR founders, issued sanctions against the Mandalorians, warning of more drastic actions if relations between both parties should escalate further. The Mandalorians respond with silence, instead turning their focus towards the rest of the Outer Rim. Without the oversight of the NGR Senate to stop them, the Mandalorians launch an offensive to break the tidal wave of Hutt forces that have swept across the Outer Rim, liberating several important planets along the way. Mandalore the Reaper is praised by onlookers as a hero for the people, though many remain ignorant of the sheer brutality through which she and her troops begin to slaughter the criminals that they subdued.

359 ABY: Elsewhere in the Unknown Regions, the Sith Age of Prophecy begins. Darth Pious II, the then Dark Pontiff of the Holy Order of the Sith, prophesies the coming of the Sith’ari who would conquer and redeem the Galaxy, leading to increased religious fervor among the Order. The subsequent Pontiffs--Slakt, Ignis V, and Holokoss--focus on preparing for the arrival of this savior figure, as well as defense against the Grysk, whose attacks had begun to increase in intensity once more.

360 ABY: In an effort to regain some ground lost to the Mandalorians, the Hutt Grand Council shift their focus to the Jedi Front. They strike a deal with the Knighthunters, a mercenary organization made up of Anzati assassins, Morgukai warriors, and other individuals that had spent many years specializing in combating Jedi. With funding from the Hutt Grand Council, the Knighthunters lead an assault against the Jedi Front, dealing heavy blows to their numbers and capturing Christophsis. The involvement of such opponents catch the Jedi off-guard. The Jedi Front on Christophsis finds themselves backed into a corner and add their voices to the growing plea for NGR assistance in fighting the Hutts and the criminals ruling the Outer Rim.

362 ABY: Now remembered as the Christophsis Massacre, the Knighthunters overwhelmed the Jedi Front that had been holding out for reinforcements from the NGR, resulting in the death of every last Jedi on the planet and the destruction of the Christophsis Temple. The Jedi Order and citizens of the galaxy openly rebuke the inactivity of the NGR Senate, citing the event as an all-time low and far cry from the golden age of the NGR.

363 ABY: A failed Roonan NGR politician-turned philosopher by the name of Nitin Pryde publishes his thoughts on corruption in the NGR as a cry for change. Well-aged, Nitin Pryde had spent the last few years of his life among the Jedi. His collection of writings - now known as the Obligations of Democracy - spread like wildfire throughout the NGR holonet, spurring social change and highlighting the rights of all species and peoples in an increasingly-centralized Republic. Later, his words would help form the basis of the infamous Reformation movement.

365 ABY: After another Knighthunter attack was made on Deneba, the Jedi Council had the initiates and many Jedi relics sent to Dantooine. There, the Jedi secretly constructed a hidden chapterhouse where the initiates could be trained in peace.

366 ABY: Finally - after years of fiery debate, cries for change and pleas for help from the Jedi Front and the Outer Rim - the NGR Senate agrees to mobilize the NGR Navy and Marine Corps, marking a historical shift in the NGR’s attitude towards foreign injustices as the NGR officially declares war against the Hutt Grand Cartel and all of its constituents. NGR historians consider this to be the start of the Outer Rim War - though, for the rest of the galaxy, the war had begun long before. A particularly well-regarded NGR Naval officer named John Lightkiller was among the first to be deployed.

370 ABY: Within only a few years, the Hutt Grand Council and the Outer Rim found itself reeling from the unexpectedly ferocious assault and expansion by the NGR Navy and Marine Corps. The galaxy’s largest and well-maintained military had finally been set loose upon the galaxy, and while most at first saw this as the great liberation from the grip of the Hutts, many galactic citizens began to note the iron fist with which the NGR Military conquered and secured their foothold. The NGR established new military bases throughout the Outer Rim as they drove out the Hutts and their allied criminal organizations, though at the time, the cost of such forceful policies were mostly overlooked due to the crisis that the Hutt Grand Council had brought to fruition.

379 ABY: While the majority of the NGR Senate saw the NGR’s expansion of power as needed to bring a swift end to the war that had ravaged the Outer Rim for decades, some NGR worlds voiced concern at the ever-growing might of the NGR armed forces. Several of these more-wary worlds would produce key figures that would go on to form the Reformation High Council, a political group that communicated in secret. At the time, they hoped their fears weren’t warranted and the NGR would demilitarize after the war and political reform would sweep through the Republic.

380 ABY: While turmoil reigned in the Outer Rim, the wealthy Payne family had quietly been investing in a future consolidation of power within the Core. The whole of the Corellian government found itself unwittingly under the legal control of Payne Corps., a centuries-old starship engineering and manufacturing conglomerate. House Payne’s bid for power culminated with the matriarch of House Payne - Genesis Payne - earning herself the title of Director of the Corellian Security Force.

382 ABY: An NGR battlegroup under the command of Fleet Admiral Lightkiller discovered intel suggesting a large pirate fleet was gathering outside of the Akkadese Maelstrom. Their apparent target was either Lothal or Mon Cala, both important Republic worlds that were valuable and within reach of the pirates. Lightkiller ordered his much smaller fleet to attack despite some suggestions to wait for reinforcements, as he feared the pirates were almost fully assembled. He was outnumbered nearly four to one. However, when attacked, the conglomerate of pirate vessels fought without organization. The Hutt Admiral (named Werru the Hutt) was apparently busy bathing in his private quarters at the start of the ambush, so all of the individual ships fought without consulting the entire fleet. When the massive slug-like creature finally made it to his command bridge the only thing he could do was surrender, as the NGR fleet had fully destroyed his support fleet. Unlike Werru’s underlings, Lightkiller’s forces fought as one fluid force. Werru the Hutt was taken as a prisoner of war, and would prove invaluable in the coming years as a source of intel. The middle-aged Fleet Admiral was praised by the people of Lothal and Mon Cala. Lightkiller was promoted to High Admiral in the months to come, as an ongoing tour in the Kessel sector to end the spice trade would soon claim the life of the previous High Admiral.

By the recommendation of Mon Cala, the Tion Hegemony is accepted into the NGR for their service in protecting the Outer Rim. Many ships from the Hegemony’s defense fleet would join the NGR Navy afterwards.

388 ABY: As the primary conflict of the Outer Rim War continued, a smaller conflict had broken out near the Trilon Sector between rivaling forces from Rattatak and the Pacanth Reach. Dubbed the Rattataki-Epicanthix Uprising, the rivalry between the two warring states led to a portion of the Outer Rim falling under either of their control. The Rattataki Warlords were shameless about their aggression and brutality while the Epicanthix War Barons claimed to be victims of Rattataki colonization while secretly being just as aggressive as their competitors. Local planets were almost completely helpless against their conquerors and while the Jedi intervened to help on many occasions they were pulled from the uprising when a new threat revealed itself….

389 ABY: Crixus Payne, the Force-sensitive son of Genesis Payne, publicly declares himself to be the Dark Lord of the Sith and establishes the New Sith Order on Corellia, entrenching the seat of the Order's power deep beneath CorSec HQ, now serving as a militarized, Sith-controlled Academy and veritable fortress. Many indoctrinated Corellian Security Force agents and officers publicly support the Payne Family and swear fealty to the New Sith Order, taking the title of the Knights of the Sith. Over the next several years, Jedi attempts to stomp out Crixus Payne and the Knights of the Sith failed, resulting in multiple public relations disasters for the Jedi Order as Crixus Payne manipulated the NGR media by luring Jedi into compromising, publicized moral quandaries. Using these controversies as a smoke screen, Payne Corps began hastily ramping up production of *Gozanti*-class Assault Cruisers, starfighters, and even began construction of a redesigned ZD-9300 *Corellian*-class Star Destroyer. The situation was dire, as the Jedi recognized that Crixus Payne - by managing to maintain his New Sith Order within the confines of NGR law - was a threat that had to be eliminated, and the longer they waited, the worse it would get.

390 ABY: The Jedi Shadows - a clandestine sect of Jedi sworn to combat the reemergence of the Sith - is formed under the Toydarian Jedi Master Don Qol. Master Qol instructs the Shadows to weaken Crixus Payne’s power base from within. The Shadows prove successful in infiltrating the New Sith Order, though not without great cost to several key Jedi, who would fall to the Darkside along the way. Despite this, the Shadows finally gain the information they need to tip the balance when a Jedi Knight learns of a conspiracy between the New Sith Order and the High Admiral of the NGR Navy and known Outer Rim War hero, John Lightkiller. With this revelation, the Jedi Shadows err on the side of caution, choosing to hold this sensitive information confidential as they planned their next move in order.

391 ABY: Eventually the Rattataki-Epicanthix Uprising spilled over along the Corellian Trade Spine, affecting worlds such as Hoth and Bespin. With the majority of NGR forces occupied on the other side of the Outer Rim, Sluissi rallied alongside the long-time NGR world of Sullust to form a small strikeforce of NGR ships. Together, they rushed to intervene in the Uprising to prevent more planets from falling to the bloodlust of the rivaling empires. Under the pressure from the Sluissi and Sullust NGR forces, the two quarreling empires were forced to retreat back towards their home systems, surrendering much of the space that they had conquered along the way during their feud. In a turning point battle over Anoat, influential War Baron and secret Knight of the Sith, Shin Fass, was killed by a fleet led by Sullustan NGR Admiral Bas Nuls. However, a few worlds would remain under the dominion of their conquerors as they had already fortified and established too much of a presence. Admiral Bas Nuls would go on to be credited with preventing the Rattataki and Epicanthix from further destabilizing the region, while Sluissi would accept an invitation to join the NGR as an official member world in light of their cooperation.

392 ABY: A small, unintended skirmish breaks out between the NGR Military and the forces of Mandalore the Reaper along the outskirts of the Mid Rim as both entities find themselves in a clash with Hutt Cartel attacking the Jedi on Nam Chorios. While the fighting between the four groups is chaotic and deadly, the NGR, Mandalorians, and Jedi manage to quickly come to terms and hammer out a cease-fire agreement before the event could escalate into an all-out massacre. Together, the NGR, Mandalorian, and Jedi defeat the Hutt forces on Nam Chorios and agree to cooperate in an eventual final push to the heart of Hutt space. However, relations between the NGR Military and Jedi Order were about to become strained...

393 ABY: In a controversial judgement call, the Jedi Shadows find their moment to strike and manage to assassinate High Admiral John Lightkiller. The chaos that ensued greatly damaged Jedi relations with the NGR Military, but allowed the Jedi the opportunity they needed to land a liberation force on Corellia. Weeks of intense fighting ensued as Crixus Payne and his Knights of the Sith fought brutally, defending their position within the CorSec HQ from the Jedi’s siege, during which time Jedi Master Don Qol was killed. Finally, the Sith line was broken and the Sith and Jedi would clash in a final battle. The Jedi Grand Master Alkoh was slain by Crixus Payne before the Corellian Sith was at last brought down by the Jedi Master Djen Rai, who would later go on to take up the responsibility of leading the Jedi Shadows. With Crixus’s death, the planet’s population seemed to awaken from a Darkside trance. The Jedi would remain on Corellia as a Sith watchdog force for many years after, working with the planetary government to try to pick up the pieces after the dramatic events that had rocked not only the planet, but the NGR as a whole.

394 ABY: Now once again loosely allied with the NGR, the Mandalorians join the NGR Naval offensive along the Mid Rim as they begin their push towards the Hutt Grand Council’s seat of power. Meanwhile, with the the New Sith Order purged from Corellia and the NGR Navy no longer held in check by Admiral Lightkiller's influence, the NGR Marine Corps launched a lightning campaign along the Corellian Run with the intent of following the outside border of the Mid Rim opposite of Mandalore’s forces in a pincer assault on Nal Hutta and Nar Shaddaa. The Mandalorian front proved devastating, and it seemed as if the Hutt Grand Council would be forced to surrender within the year. It was during this campaign that the NGR successfully sieged and liberated Christophsis from the clutches of the Knighthunters that had been responsible for the Christophsis Massacre thirty-two years ago. The seemingly unstoppable combined effort of the Mandalorians and the NGR War Machine slowed suddenly, however. Upon liberating Christophsis, the NGR learned of an impending calamity on Ryloth that demanded their attention.

395 ABY: Known simply as the Battle of Ryloth, the NGR Marine Corps found themselves strong-armed into diverting their forces away from Hutt space to instead rush to the aid of the Gaulus Sector where the Black Lylek Cartel - the Hutt’s primary source of remaining military power outside of Hutt space - threatened the entire population of the Ryloth’s capital city, Lessu, unless the NGR called off their forces from their campaign and returned to the Inner Rim. Through the use of an ancient Sith Amulet, the Black Lylek Cartel had managed to lure an actual Lylek Matriarch into the old mining tunnels deep under the city of Lessu, threatening to release the Matriarch’s horde of carnivorous beasts upon the population. Several tense days of uncertainty captured the galaxy’s attention as the NGR, now blockading the planet, attempted to negotiate with the Black Lylek Cartel. The negotiations proved unsuccessful, however. In retaliation to the NGR’s refusal to give in to their demands, the Black Lylek Cartel reacted by publicly executing Sillias Funebris (the Prime Minister of Ryloth) before making good on their original threat to unleash the Lylek hordes. The NGR acted as quickly as they could, launching several planetary bombardments on key Black Lylek bases on the planet while dropping several thousand Marines to the surface in an attempt to rescue the citizens of Ryloth. The result was a horrific number of civilian and Marine casualties as the NGR fought a war against an enemy that knew no reason. Finally, on the seventh day of the Battle of Ryloth, the NGR evacuated as many Marines and civilians as they could before bombarding the city of Lessu with incendiary bombing runs. In the end, the majority of the Lyleks were killed, though the cost at which NGR victory was achieved would go down as one of the most controversial and devastating moments of the Outer Rim War.

395-397 ABY: Following the Battle of Ryloth, the Mandalorians and NGR Military rallied to resume their combined offensive towards Hutt space, conquering various systems in rapid succession as the NGR’s industrial muscles flexed into full power, flooding men and material into the conflict. Even the Jedi, who had decided to sit out the remainder of the war to focus on stamping out the traces of the dark side on Corellia, joined in. The fortified worlds of Daalang, Toydaria, and Nimban fall after only a few months of fighting, culminating in an invasion of Hutt Space proper. The final battle - the Siege of Nar Shaddaa - was an extremely brutal affair. The Hutts had thrown in what remained of their power bases and those Knighthunters that still lived, and had fortified virtually all of the artificial moon. What had begun as a textbook urban offensive soon devolved into a grim tunnel fight, with massive casualties on both sides. Finally, after months of some of the hardest fighting of the war, Captain Jason Haig (a relatively young commissioned officer within the NGR Marines Corps) led his crew of demolitionists through a haze of fire and plasma to break a Knighthunter trench line. The Marine Sapper's daring assault led to a breakthrough that gave the NGR an upper hand in the fighting, which would later earn Haig the prestigious Hero of the Republic medal. Soon after, a spearhead consisting of several Jedi and Mandalore the Reaper herself managed to break through to Nar Shaddaa's core, capturing the entirety of the Hutt Grand Council and forcing a surrender at saberpoint.

The event known as the Bootana Genocide occurs. Led by the Mandalorian commander Kaligon Wren, and assisted by the fallen Vodran Jedi Xora D’jange, a Mandalorian force enters the mysterious Bootana Hutta region of Hutt space, containing the old Hutt worlds and a majority of the Hutt population. Secretly operating under orders from Mandalore the Reaper, Wren lead a campaign of utter annihilation, bombarding spawning worlds and slaughtering the populations of entire Hutt planets with the use of an experimental weapon capable of absorbing the water from organic life, rendering planets completely sterile. NGR Intelligence officers in the region were tipped off to these events, forcing the NGR to divert troops from Nar Shaddaa in order to prevent the complete annihilation of the Hutt species. Most of the Mandalorian fleet surrendered upon the NGR arrival, but Kaligon Wren fought the NGR fleet until his ship was destroyed. D’jange was eventually captured by the Jedi, and placed in the Jedi prison facility on Belsavis, where she ultimately found redemption. However, it was too late to save the Bootana worlds. Around 85% of the Hutt population was killed in the genocide, with those few who did survive being on outlying worlds and on Nal Hutta. Despite circumstantial evidence to the contrary dug up by NGR Intelligence, Mandalore the Reaper claimed ignorance to Wren’s actions, saying that he had acted of his own accord.

396 ABY: After several years the Jedi realized that there was a strong Dark Side Nexus surrounding all of Corellia. After deliberation, a detachment of Jedi led by the Almas Headmaster, V’ruuzi, traveled to the darkened planet with the aim to cleanse the Corellia of the Dark Side. Following the example the ancient Jedi Master Thon who cleansed the planet Ambria of the dark side, the Jedi began to slowly herd the Dark Side away from civilized areas of Corellia. V’ruuzi would renounce his title of Headmaster so he could devote his effort to suppress the Dark Side.

397 ABY: The Outer Rim War ends.


r/Starwarsrp • • Dec 15 '18

OOC First Order Crisis and Post-War Years

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34 ABY: Supreme Leader Snoke is assassinated by the usurper Kylo Ren and the Supremacy is unexpectedly destroyed, followed by the Battle of Crait. Resistance fighters (joined by the aid of the Mon Cal Reserve Armada, the Bothuwai Navy, the Sullust Resistance Movement and the forces of Mandalore the Unshaken) rally after fleeing Crait in the wake of nearly being exterminated forever by the First Order. Kylo Ren, for his part, manages to fulfill Snoke’s plans to integrate the Coreward Empire Remnant into the First Order, though morale amongst the integrated troops is low due to concerns of instability, and insurrection will become a large threat to Kylo’s regime in the future.

35 ABY: As rumors/news of the Supreme Leader’s death spreads, so too does the spark of hope that survived in the Resistance. All throughout the galaxy, oppressed planets began to fight to rid themselves of the First Order invaders. Many (with the help of the renewed Resistance forces) were successful, though not all. In several pockets of the galaxy, the First Order had entrenched themselves too securely, even being aided by indigenous groups that were sympathetic to the First Order in some cases. Kylo Ren officially moves his seat of power to Coruscant.

37 ABY: The Galactic Resistance is officially formed, solidifying the alliance between the original Resistance forces, Mon Cala, Bothuwai, Sullust, and Mandalore.

38 ABY: News of the Supreme Leader’s death was slow to be transmitted and believed, but this does nothing to quell the rising doubt and mistrust among the ranks of the First Order's military leadership. Fighting engulfs the galaxy. The First Order started to fracture while the Galactic Resistance continued to free any and all who would join in on the fight against their faltering enemies.

39 ABY: At the command of Supreme Leader Ren, the First Order begins using their access to recovered Imperial records to seek out resources with which to maintain their control over the galaxy. The Knight of Ren by the name of Mikael Ren follows a lead on a secret Galactic Imperial project (codenamed Operation Resurgence) and makes contact with an isolated Imperial Remnant on Wayland, an Outer Rim planet that also shared close proximity to both the Mid Rim and Inner Rim. Run by COMPNOR’s elite, Operation Resurgence had been tasked with maintaining a black site under Mount Tantiss since initializing after the Battle of Jakku. Mikael Ren and his troops landed on Wayland and forced them under the control of the First Order, setting himself up as Wayland’s leader and usurping control over the Dark Guardians.

40 ABY: Former Knight of Ren Yroc Ren declares himself to be Darth Ignis, Dark Lord of the Sith, and begins to recruit multiple powerful individuals in order to train themselves into the new Sith Order. Due to his separation from the other First Order forces after crash-landing on Corellia, he had lost contact with them, and essentially abandoned the war, until his alliance with a notable Corellian family who hired him as a bounty hunter lead him to Korriban, where he was trained by the spirit of Marka Ragnos. He begins training of a class on the planet Gamorr.

41 - 45 ABY: Under the weight of constant infighting and betrayal within their ranks, the majority of the First Order had splintered - those that remained loyal to Supreme Leader Ren were a shadow compared to only a few years prior. The Force Bond shared between Rey and Kylo becomes the First Order's final undoing when Rey is able to discern the stark reality of the First Order's circumstances. With their enemy’s weakness exposed, the Galactic Resistance gathered their allied forces and launched the Assault of Coruscant, determined to tear the iconic planet from the grip of the First Order fleet that remained there under orders from the Supreme Leader Kylo Ren. The Assault of Coruscant ends within days when the 77th Legion of First Order Stormtroopers (lead by the now infamous Captain Cosinga) turned coat and coordinated to allow Galactic Resistance forces to slip past the First Order blockade and land planetside. General Armitage Hux surrenders in wake of the betrayal and all of his forces follow suit.

46 - 53 ABY: The following years saw a sharp decline in First Order military competency, as even some of its most staunch supporters began to fold and surrender in light of the loss of Coruscant. For reasons unknown, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren disappeared. No additional First Order reinforcements arrived from the Unknown Regions, and those that tried to escape back to their secret bases in the Unknown Regions found that the route that they had once known was now fraught with peril, as expeditionary forces seemingly met their demise - an unknown enemy, perhaps? For all intents and purposes, the First Order was gone; their origins in the Unknown Regions lost. The remnant First Order forces that still held out in remote places of the Outer Rim had broken off entirely, their leaders styling themselves as rulers and warlords of their own making.

55 ABY: Darth Ignis (formerly Yroc Ren) encounters a Pius Dea cathedral ship containing members of the Order of the Terrible Glare coming into orbit in the Gamorr system. Inspired by the ideology of the Pius Dea and its similarities to First Order doctrine, Ignis created a blend of these two philosophies, forming the Holy Order of the Sith, declaring himself the new Dark Pontiff and purging his own ranks of nonhumans. Using a last favor from his backers, he renovated the cathedral ship and disappeared into the Unknown Regions, and begins the takeover of the First Order remnants and the formation of a new nation-state.

56 ABY: Rey continued to roam the stars, fighting remnants of the First Order, and helping those she came across. Over that time some individuals strong in the Force would follow and learn from her, including a Chadra-Fan, strong in the Force, named Vekli.

62 ABY: Thrall, a survivor of Darth Ignis’s purges, forms a Sith Order of his own and attempts to assassinate his former master during the so-called Battle of Garn. This attack is a spectacular failure, with almost all of Thrall’s forces being killed, and the renegade himself being beheaded by Ignis. The few survivors regroup and form the so-called Sith Union, a group embracing the idea of anarchy, keeping a low profile on a small, otherwise-uninhabited planet.

66 ABY: Dissatisfied with the First Order’s embarrassing defeat over the last two decades, the Dark Guardians on Wayland follow their rightful heir, Armand Severan, in an insurrection on Wayland, culminating in the murder of Mikael Ren and an overthrow of the First Order remnant that he had tried to maintain in the region. In addition to Wayland, several other planets that had fallen under Mikael Ren’s control follow Wayland’s example and turn to Armand Severan as their de facto leader, including Taris, Ciurtic, and the inhabitants of Junction Station. That same year, this conglomerate of Outer Rim planets unite under the banner of the Severan Principate. They establish Taris as their capital, with Armand Severan declaring himself the Chairman of the conglomerate’s self-proclaimed Imperial Ruling Council.

67 ABY: The galaxy's war against their oppressors - dubbed the First Order Crisis - comes to an end. Finally, the majority of the galaxy breathes a collective sigh of weary relief - as a result, trade routes began to emerge between the allies of the Galactic Resistance as worlds began the rebuilding process. This allows the majority of the galactic citizenry to turn their attention to their respective domestic affairs and the rebuilding of infrastructure In spite of this seeming peace, skirmishes between ruling factions and less-civilized worlds continued in pockets throughout the galaxy.

69 ABY: The ruling body of the Galactic Resistance convenes on Coruscant and establishes the foundation of the New Galactic Republic (NGR), bringing about the rebirth of grand democratic ideals while establishing laws of independence that were meant to combat the mistakes that had been witnessed over the last 100 years. Founded on the idea that all beings must resist their oppressors and stand to fight for themselves, the early member worlds of the NGR placed an emphasis on the protection and well-being of their respective worlds. Many began to train up Sector Police and localized militia in order to ensure that they were always ready to defend themselves while the NGR Fleet would primarily remain in the Core to protect the heart of their new government. The NGR Marine Corps - primarily made up of the defected First Order Stormtroopers led by Captain Cosinga - is officially established as the backbone of the NGR's fledgling, organized armed forces.

72 ABY: Madiste Veruna steps down as the reigning Queen of Naboo to accept her nomination as the first elected Chancellor of the New Galactic Republic. Under her leadership, renovations begin on the Senate Rotunda on Coruscant. The construction project included plans for a grand monument to memorialize the names of all those known to have lost their lives during the First Order’s obliteration of the Hosnian System.

74 ABY: Construction of the Hosnian Memorial is completed - that same year, Madiste Veruna successfully spearheads the Hosnian Bill, which would outlaw the creation of Super Weapons under NGR Law, fostering an attitude of strict anti-super weapon sentiment that would carry over into their foreign policies.

75 ABY: The Severan Principate offers a show of peace towards the newly-established NGR and invites trade envoys to begin establishing relations. While trade does slowly open up, the galactic community outside of Wayland’s territory maintains a wary and suspicious distance of the Principate as Armand Severan and his constituents make no effort to conceal their emulation of Imperial culture and aesthetic. In spite of this, the seemingly non-aggressive Principate is afforded tolerance due to the Imperialized nation’s position on the borders of the Outer Rim, granting them a measure of control over the Hydian Way going in and out of the Inner Rim.

77 ABY: An up and coming Hutt Crimelord by the name of Histo Tiure establishes an alliance with the notorious Kanjiklub, earning him exclusive access to the ample slave trade opportunities found in the Gaulus Sector.

79 ABY: General Armitage Hux is officially sentenced to death after being found guilty of war crimes against the galaxy for his part in the destruction of the Hosnian System

82 ABY: The Veruna dynasty continues to rise above their pre-Clone Wars downfall as Hailey Veruna (sister to Madiste Veruna) ends her term as elected Monarch of Naboo only to then accept the nomination as the second Chancellor of the New Galactic Republic. One of Hailey’s first acts as Chancellor is to successfully spearhead the Outstretched Gauntlet Unification Bill. The Bill became both famous and infamous throughout the galaxy as worlds were extended an invitation to join the NGR. In addition to offering them the opportunity to elect a representative to join the NGR Senate and reap the benefits of free trade among other member worlds, NGR membership promised an umbrella of safety under which words could heal and thrive - provided that the newly-joined worlds agreed to follow NGR Law. Several important worlds would go on to accept, but many more were still too unstable in the aftermath of the First Order Crisis. While much of the Core and Inner Rim planets were free and in the process of rebuilding, many more found that power had proven difficult to consolidate, especially beyond the Mid and Outer Rim.

85 ABY: Disconnected from the rest of the known galaxy, the Holy Order of the Sith comes into contact with the esoteric order known as the Sorcerers of Rhand in the Unknown Regions. After a short conflict between their leader and Dark Pontiff Darth Fidelis, the Sorcerers would join the Order, and eventually combine with existing Sith sorcerers and alchemists to form the Lifebringers. The Inquisition and Chaplaincy are also formed as a watchdog organization to ensure that new converts follow Sith doctrine, following the complaints of the more conservative Sith concerning the Lifebringers.

98 ABY: The Severan Principate concludes negotiations with the Corporate Sector Authority to create a free trade agreement, and facilitate travel between the two nations as part of a series of bilateral agreements known as the “Friendship Charter”. This ushers in a new wave of investment into the economy of the Principate as economic reforms allow for a flurry of new business and commercial ventures in a typically underdeveloped region. Finally, the two states agree to the creation of the Hydian Antipiracy task force, a joint command tasked with ensuring greater security and coordinating extensive counter-piracy operations in the Northern Outer Rim.

102 ABY: Rey passes on and becomes one with the Force. The six followers that had traveled with her during her life looked to one individual among them who they believed was the strongest in the Force, the Chadra-Fan named Vekli. Naming him the new Jedi Grandmaster, they joined him on a pilgrimage to Almas. Understanding that Rey was a special case and a prodigy in the Force, the disciples accepted that only time and training would help them to achieve maturity in the Force. Calling themselves the New Jedi, each took the title of Master and set out across the galaxy, agreeing to return to Almas in one year with students for their new Order.


r/Starwarsrp • • Jul 26 '16

The Story

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Our story begins several thousand years after the events of The Force Awakens, as we don’t want to interpret the canon, and we want our narrative environment to be as free as possible.

The Jedi have returned to the Galaxy, bringing order where there was once chaos. Learning from their past mistakes, members of the historic order are allowed more freedoms than they were before the fall. Members are allowed to marry and have children, so long as they respect the ways of the Force.

The galaxy itself is under control of the Galactic Senate, who appoint the councillors who speak on their behalf. The council, which consists of seven senators from different planets and races, exists to ensure no one man can claim absolute power the way the chancellor did.

All is not perfect though, while the Sith have not risen since the destruction of the Empire, many force sensitive individuals with malicious intentions have claimed lineage or inspiration from them. Working independently of each other, they’ve remained a major nuisance to the Jedi. Their greatest fear is one becomes powerful enough to unite them, and pose a serious threat to galactic peace.

Galactic tensions are rising, with organized crime allowing for unscrupulous business activities. The Senate’s hard heavy handedness has rubbed several star systems the wrong way. The council seeks to dissuade ill feelings, but there is justifiable fear galaxy wide that war may be in the future.


r/Starwarsrp • • Jan 30 '22

Self post The Belsallian Massacre

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Continued from Dirtying the Badge

Vince Kobver had served his planet for many cycles. Born a chiss to immigrant parents, he had grown up on Serenno. Eventually, when the time came, he had chosen to raise his own family here. Even when that meant becoming a lawman, to protect those he loved from the nastier side of his home world. He had fought the old regime on their leinancy with the gangs and cartels. Even back when he was fresh out of the academy, he had known Del Descoteaux was trouble. The Serenno Cartel tarnished the once admirable Countship of Serenno with it’s machinations and manipulations. On several occasions, he had fought against cartel gangsters in the streets in a futile attempt to preserve justice in a nearly fully corrupted society. When Almorus Serenno-Borgin finally returned and began rebuilding the Ministry of Security from the ground up, Vince had been awarded, even given a medal for his courageous service. He was promoted to a loftier position and given a hefty pay raise for his assistance in transitioning the new Count to power. For a short time, despite the hardships of living a long life in Carannia, everything had been good.

But as Vince Kobver stood down the Serenno Cartel in that grand white stone courtyard, he knew he was going to die.


It was a cold night outside of the The Regal Belsallian Hotel and Recluse. Five shivering figures, all members of the Serenno State Security Bureau, slowly and nervously traced their blaster rifles from window to window as falling snowflakes nipped at their exposed skin. It was eerily quiet. Even the sounds of the Belsallian Sea could be heard crashing against a shore of ice and sand, some fifty meters away.

A voice broke the silence, the same that had just shouted a different question several moments earlier. “Are you lot kriffing deaf?”

Katskee Snowfarr gripped the rifle in her hands tighter, but said nothing. The unseen object that hung from her belt begged to be released, but it was too soon. So she kept it tucked away. The officers all looked towards the chiss gentleman, Vince Kobver, for his lead, as he had taken point.

The unseen individual up on the rooftop sighed loudly, annoyed by the apparent delay. “Look, I’m perfectly fine killing you all, if she isn’t present. I just wanted to give my sincerest gratitude to the individual who had tipped us off about this raid. Marlan Sleaskin sends his regards, and such.”

The State Security strike team exchanged confused glances. This woman Marlan had mentioned, Cora Sanarra, had alerted the Sleaskin crime family about the details of their raid? Set this trap for them?

Dafnel, the blue skinned twi’lek woman who had swiped their heavy weaponry from Evidence, took a small step forward and lowered her rifle slightly. “You’re fighting a war that will only end badly!” She shouted upwards, to where she assumed the unseen rooftop voice had been standing. Katskee watched with intrigue as Dafnel took another step forward. And then another. Vince seemed to notice too, and he muttered something to Dafnel that Katskee couldn’t quite hear. Whatever he said didn’t stop the female officer from taking yet another step.

“Ah, kriff off.” The voice, who seemingly identified themself as Marlan Sleaskin, was barely audible as he moved about on the rooftop.

Dafnel was now a handful of paces ahead of Katskee and the other officers. The woman had both of her feet planted solidly. Her rifle hung dejected in one hand. “Ah, blast it,” In the blink of an eye, Dafnel, swung one of their prized Smart Rockets off of her shoulder and aimed it upwards towards where she had last heard Marlan’s voice. “Katskee, now!” She shouted.

The hefty cylindrical object hanging beneath her trench coat was dropped to the cobblestone, and Katskee kneeled next to it. She heard as Marlan screamed something from the rooftops, just as a loud roaring noise signified the firing of a Smart Rocket. Katskee gripped the dual release system on the squad shield she held and pulled, activating a bright blue energy core within. As blaster fire began raining down into the courtyard, a radiant blue dome expanded and shielded the four officers within its perimeter.

But not Dafnel, who had intentionally exited the radius to safely fire her Smart Rocket. The projectile she fired collided with the Regal Belsallian. The structure shook as stone and glass fragments blew outward, raining harmlessly against the shielded dome as Dafnel’s body was torn asunder by the cartel blasters. Her aim had seemed to be true, but blinded as they were, it was impossible to tell whether or not she had successfully caught Marlan in the blast.

“Karabast,” Vince exclaimed as the remaining officers retreated further into their safety bubble. Four pairs of eyes nervously checked the hovering energy core within the shield device falter as continued blaster fire splattered across the dome. “Everyone check your blasters, we’re going to have to get out there to buy ourselves some time,” His orders were obvious. They couldn’t remain within the shield for too long, or they risked it overloading. In part to Dafnel’s lack of an attempt to stall the cartel, it would still be some time before any reinforcements reached their position. “We’re going to have to fight our way out of this.”

Vince moved first. Under the cover of blaster residue, he was able to make it behind a nearby stone handrail. The energy core stabilized slightly as a portion of the cartel’s focus was pulled away from the squad shield. Then Katskee moved. She knelt close to the ground and ran in the opposite direction Vince had. Red hot bolts crackled against the cobblestone around her as she slid behind the short wall of a foundation.

“Marlan, you shukking rat, you’d better still be alive,” Katskee hissed as she reloaded her blaster rifle.

There were still many cartel members lining the various windows, save for the section decimated by Dafnel’s rocket. Too many to count accurately, but so far, none of them had produced any heavy weaponry. Another Smart Rocket went off across the courtyard, and the Regal Belsallian Hotel and Recluse was rocked by another explosion. Katskee took the distraction as an opportunity, lining her large MK rifle up, and taking a shot at one of the occupied alcoves. Her bolt collided with her target.

One down.

The Serenno Security team had been outnumbered, but as the fighting broke out, their training and weaponry proved to be an unexpected edge. When the third Smart Rocket went off moments later, the resulting explosion caused an entire section of the old stone building to collapse onto itself. White chalky dust and smoke exploded up and out, before drifting down into the plaza as the rubble subsided. The bolts of concentrated red plasma criss crossing the courtyard refused to cease.

Each time she reloaded her rifle cartridge, it meant another Sleaskin goon was dead. Katskee was vaguely aware when the squad shield to her right was suddenly overloaded, the security officer who had been pinned down within effortlessly silenced. Based on the regular fire still going off across the courtyard, she could figure that at least one of her companions still remained fighting. She had to act soon, before their reinforcements arrived.

Wordlessly, Katskee adopted the shadows as her own as she stealthed forward through the hazy courtyard. She had shrugged off her trench coat and dropped the MK sniper rifle back behind the fountain, favoring now a small, single handed X-8 styled blaster pistol. Serenno State Security standard issue. She vanished behind a handrail. Under a broken tree. Around a collapsed balcony. Whoever remained of the scattered Sleaskin crime family, they were focused elsewhere as Katskee silently moved to the edge of the building. It was then that she procured another device from her belt that had previously remained unseen beneath the trench coat, a handheld grappling device. After quickly being primed, Katskee fired it upward. The tip of the line cemented itself into the edge of the rooftop and the grappling device reeled itself upward, allowing Katskee to walk up the side of the pockmarked wall.

A cartel member, presumably after hearing the sound of a metallic wire whizzing outside his window, ventured a look out. His quizzical glance was quickly met with a shot to the head. One story, two stories, three. Soon, Katskee had reached the roof, which she quickly climbed up onto. Barricades had been mostly abandoned by this point. Unsurprising, considering a few meters over, an entire wing of the building had collapsed without warning.

Still, Katskee wasn’t entirely alone. She raised her pistol and dispatched the few active figures still mulling about on the roof. Behind her, out towards the sea, Katskee could see nothing. The grey clouds had once again suffocated the moon, and now drowned the sky in darkness. Towards the city however, spread out lights signified many late night creatures were still hard at work, or mulling about their homes or apartments. Three hovering lights high above the massive superstructures that made up the downtown district signified police gunships were inbound, and she was running out of time.

Marlan Sleaskin was easily identifiable by an ugly white scar that broke his chin, though Katskee had to smear blood off his face to even uncover it. Thankfully, he was still alive. She pressed a cool bacta bandage into his abdomen, which seemed to be the main source of his bleeding. “Where is Del Descoteaux?”

The man’s eyes fluttered open. “Kriffin… Del? Del did kriffin poot, you hear?”

“Gods blast you, just tell me where he is,” she pressed the bandage hard into his gut. He cried out softly.

“I ain’t kriffing lying, you bitch,” he winced. The bandage in her hand was quickly soaked through with blood, so she replaced it with a clean one. “Sure, the boss wants Almorus dead. But that was us who almost killed him. The Sleaskins still run Carannia.”

“You were about to run from Carannia, you shukking coward.”

“Kriff off.”

Katskee tore the bandage away, and instead stood and stomped a boot into the man’s mangled torso. Marlan’s eyes widened in sudden and unexpected pain. “There’s two ways this goes. Tell me what I want, and you die nicely,” She hissed, twisting the toe of her boot about in his gut.

Marlan rolled onto his side. He let out garbled exhale as blood splattered down his chin. “He’s… kriffing… south. Aparian… wastes.”

Before she could figure out any more specifics, or even grant him the promised quick death, Marlan Sleaskin expired at her feet. Enraged, she stepped out of his chest, and kicked his body off of the rooftop. She was almost out of time, she could now hear the approaching gunships as they sped across the city.


Vince Kobver lay in a pool of blood, though he doubted it was all his own. Small fires burned around him, amidst the broken rubble of the Regal Belsallian Hotel and Recluse. There were still a number of gang members about, though as far as his comrades went, they had all fallen. Save for Katskee Snowfarr, who he had seen disappear up onto the roof. He had done his best to stop the bleeding, but he had been hit numerous times. He could feel the cold setting in as his fingers relaxed away from the wounds, letting go of the pressure he had so methodically maintained.

When three Sleaskin gangsters found his body and began rifling through his belongings, he didn’t make a sound. He was resigned to his fate. They poked and prodded, but it hurt less than the blasters had. Still, the dying flame in him couldn’t help but ignite again at the sound of a blaster pistol firing off. Three shots? Vince would recognize the sound of an X-8 anywhere, he’d been shooting them for nearly five decades. He managed to open his eyes. He was now face to face with the horrifying visage of a dead woman, one of the Sleaskins, her mangled skull still burning with a bright hole of a recent blaster shot. He felt someone grab his wrists and flip him onto his back, and then drag him across the blood soaked cobblestone until he lay behind cover.

“There’s still some of them skulking about,” Katskee Snowfarr whispered. She leaned over him now, and was checking his wounds.

“In my bag… there’s bacta mist.” He coughed. A dabble of blood splattered across the woman’s face, but she didn’t react. For the first time all night, he tasted the familiar metallic flavor of blood in his mouth. Katskee got up and located his pack of belongings, which he had tossed in the firefight. After a moment, she located his first aid kit, and procured a sealed spray container of the regenerative substance. “My chest.” He tried motioning downward, but he had lost most feeling by this point, and only the tips of his fingers vaguely gestured about.

Katskee broke the seal on the bacta mist, and began spraying it onto herself. A bit through her dust covered hair. She used it to clean some of the grime off her face and hands. He could only watch on in horror as she half emptied the container, before dropping it onto the cobblestone between them. The top popped off as it bounced between the bricks, and the blueish substance began mingling with the blood and dirt. She then crawled back towards him, a facade of innocence spelled out across her face. “I don’t think there’s any left,” her eyes were wide, taunting him.

“Who.. why…”

“Come on, Vince,” she encouraged him. “Surely you figured it out by now. I’m Cora Sanarra.”

A cold shiver ran down his spine. He recognized that name. “You… turned us… in. Played us.”

“You’re quick,” she teased, playfully poking at his wounded chest. “I needed us all here tonight. It was the only way to make sure Marlan would stay.”

He tried to speak again. Maybe to curse her out, or to threaten the weight or Serenno law down onto her shoulders. But the words never came. His cold, dying form rolled over until he lay face down in the mixture of debris and fluids.

The sounds of the gunships were nearly overhead now. Cora pulled a thermal detonator from her belt and placed it in Vince’s stiff hand, activating it as she did. “For your body cam,” she explained, clasping his shoulder before jogging away.

Vince was barely conscious as he heard the detonator countdown. He realized, just before it went off, that his premonition had been correct. He was never going to leave this courtyard alive.


Graf Barbott saw the explosion as the gunships arrived. “Down there, there’s still fighting going on!” He yelled to the pilot. The State Security gunships arrived with their guns blazing. Their heavy rotating cannons tore through what remained of the already damaged hotel, sending the bodies of gangsters flying from the windows and rooftops. After circling the plaza, one of them finally landed and picked Katskee Snowfarr up. She was gingerly holding her side, and covered in filth. The rest of the officers had all been killed in action. Graf Barbott, her inspector trainee assistant, helped her weakly climb aboard and buckle in.

They’d bring her to a medical center, to make sure she didn’t suffer any major injuries. Once reinforcements arrived at the remains of the Regal Belsallian, the Serenno State Security detail was able to confirm the body of Marlan Sleaskin, as well as a vast host of his associates. Katskee would be visited by higher ups at work in the following days, congratulated for completing her duty amid the toughest of circumstances. The holonews, which dubbed the incident the “Belsallian Massacre'', claimed the unnamed female detective who survived the event a “tribute to her world.”

A few days went by, and she remained quiet. Only when the dust truly began to settle did Cora Sanarra uncover the encrypted transmitter given to her by Marclay and send out a single message.

“M, Aparian Wastes, C”


r/Starwarsrp • • Oct 21 '20

Self post The Sound of Music

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Clean-shaven, head buzzed, and showered, Marclay was finally feeling like himself again after his brief stint in hell. He lay on his cot in his cell, arm tucked under his head, and was staring up at the ceiling. Though he was hardly examining the uninteresting textures of the smooth stone. Rather, he was visualizing his dejarik board once again. It was time for him to make his next move. With him in Check, it had to be a kriffing good one. The slight smirk on his face, however, exhibited the fact he already had one cooked up...or perhaps, even just as likely, he was simply enjoying the position he was in. Marclay thrived in such situations. Born into them. Molded by it.

“Ya sure look happy fer someone who just got outta t’box,” remarked Iggy from the corner of his mouth. He, like Marclay, happened to be smoking, filling the room with the swirling tendrils.

Marclay turned his head slightly to look at Iggy from the corner of his eye. The fat man was lying on his side, head propped up on one arm, and was staring at Marclay.

“I am just thinking.”

“Plottin’, more like.”

“Semantics.” Marclay waved his hand dismissively, causing the smoke to circle and retreat like a recoiling snake. He heard the man sigh heavily and then flob on his back to a position, not unlike Marclay’s.

“Y’know what I miss most?” Iggy asked, breaking the silence once more.

“No.”

“Women. You have a woman?”

“No.”

“I do.”

“I don’t care,” Marclay sighed.

“An Askajian beauty. Why settle for two tiddies when you can have six, I always say!”

“Shut up, Iggy.”

“Yes, boss..”

Iggy remained quiet for a bit, obviously doing his own kind of thinking. Of course, about something frivolous and unimportant, no doubt. They were just built different.

“What is it you miss?”

For a bit, Marclay thought he would ignore the man’s question. He had other things on his mind, however, the question did spark a train of thought within him. His first thought was of his brother. He was worried, for sure, and wondered where he was, but it's not the first time they’ve been separated. He thought of Edson, who was like a father to him. Albeit, that was a bit of a stretch. Marclay felt no love for the man. Owed him for keeping Marclay and Mikael alive, but there was no love there. He realized what he missed the most was...

“Music,” Marcaly suddenly answered.

“Music!” Iggy laughed. “I didn’ take ya fer a music lover, Markie lad.”

“I’m...not.” Marclay pursed his lips subconsciously and thought about it some more. “It is like they say: ‘It is the little things’. Music...would’ve gone a long way in the black box.”

Iggy’s smile fade at the mention of the black box. There wasn’t an inmate who hadn’t spent time there. Who didn’t fear it. “Aye, I bet…”

Marclay wouldn’t be defeated by a mere room, however, and turned his thoughts to something more positive. He smiled.

“On our way to hit that gem store, I had our tech expert hijack the lapidary’s comm/PA systems.” Marclay chuckled, finding the next bit funny before he could finish. “And my brother tuned into some Coruscanti underground metal music and we...hah, we just fuckin’ blasted it through their systems.” Marclay continued to smile as he spoke and nodded ever so slightly. He felt as though that was one of the best days of his life. There was never a time in his life he felt more exhilarated, powerful...free.

“Iggy?”

“Ya, Markie lad?”

“I am going to bring this whole fucking place down around our ears.”

“I know.”

Marclay’s smile faded. He returned to the present. The real world. Time for business. “Tomorrow Iggy...Tomorrow we begin. For now, tell me all you knew about Riktor’s lieutenants…”