Commander Torren Vex stood on the bridge of the Vindicator, his hands clasped behind his back, the cold steel of the deck vibrating faintly beneath his boots. The Star Destroyer hung in orbit above Korrith, a desert world of cracked dunes and whispering winds, its surface a dull amber smear […]Read more »
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 »
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 »