Darth Kael stood amidst Mustafar’s ash-choked ruin, the ground trembling beneath his boots. Volcanic wind clawed at his cloak as he glared at the drone—sleek, relentless, its hull glinting like a traitor’s blade. Another relic of the Empire’s failed alliance with the Borg. He’d trusted once. Never again. Lightning forked […]Read more »
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Trooper CT-492 stood rigid on the Outer Rim outpost, dust swirling around his boots. His helmet comms crackled—routine static from the sandstorms—until a voice cut through, cold and mechanical. “We are the Borg.” His breath hitched. The words hung, then drowned in a hiss of white noise. He tapped the […]Read more »
Robert had always prided himself on being the dependable one. The guy who could fix a leaky faucet, mow a lawn, or—at the very least—get out of a chair when the situation called for it. It was a small thing, sure, but it gave him a quiet sense of control […]Read more »
In the heart of the Whispering Woodland, where leaves rustled secrets and the wind hummed lullabies, lived Pip, an eight-year-old squirrel with a tail that twitched like a question mark. His fur was a scruffy red, his eyes wide with wonder—and worry. The world, you see, was dangerous. Pip knew […]Read more »