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Chapter 32: Aggressive Negotiations
The vote passed without applause.
Satine felt the moment it happened more than she heard it—the subtle shift in the chamber's posture, the way tension redistributed itself rather than dissipated. Relief existed, yes, but it was thin and brittle, the kind...
Chapter 32: Operation: Tea Party
You ever notice that every "serious military briefing" starts with people pretending they're not hungover? Yeah. We didn't even bother pretending.
The mission board was supposed to be glowing behind me, projecting all kinds of top-secret intel about Atlas troop...
Chapter 31: Vote or Die, Nerf Herder
Sundari had been fortified like a city expecting an invasion.
Duchess Satine Kryze walked the upper concourse of the Parliament District with her hands folded neatly behind her back, posture immaculate, expression serene enough to be mistaken for...
Chapter 31: Hyperion Solutions
Let me tell you something about innovation. Everyone thinks it's about ideas — about vision, creativity, changing lives, blah blah blah.
Nah. Innovation's about branding.
You slap a shiny slogan on the side of a death machine, and suddenly it's "humanitarian."...
Chapter 30: Desert Diplomacy
The Dahl Headlands had a special way of reminding you how little Pandora cared about peace talks. The wind never stopped, the sand cut like glass, and the horizon looked like a graveyard that hadn't gotten the memo about staying quiet. In short, it was probably one...
Threadmarks: Chapter 30: The First Order, Expansion Pack
Chapter 30: The First Order, Expansion Pack
The star map hovered in front of me like an accusation.
Blue light bled across the command deck, washing over durasteel consoles that had once belonged to a navy so cautious it had built two hundred dreadnoughts and then hidden them out of...
Chapter 29: Field Testing
New Haven had seen better tents.
The "Command Center" — as Moxxi insisted on calling it, complete with neon sign that read "War Room, Sweetheart" in pink cursive — was technically a repurposed shipping container with sandbags, a dented holo-map, and an open bar in the...
Threadmarks: Chapter 29: The First Rule about Empire Club
Chapter 29: The First Rule about Empire Club
The ritual chamber used to be Jabba's private audience room.
That fact alone probably should have stopped us.
The walls were still carved with obscene excess—gold inlays, Huttese sigils of ownership, reliefs depicting crimes that absolutely did not...
Chapter 28: Friends in Low Places
There were three things Lilith noticed the moment she walked into Moxxi's bar: the smell of cheap perfume, the shimmer of pink neon, and the sound of Scooter's mother making eye contact with her soul.
"Well, sugar, aren't you a sight."
Lilith blinked. "You...
Chapter 28: Death Watch and Learn
Obi-Wan Kenobi had long ago accepted that stress, like the Force, was an ever-present field—unseen, inescapable, and prone to manifesting at the worst possible times. Still, Mandalore was testing even his patience.
The Royal Government Complex of Sundari was...
Threadmarks: Chapter 27: Atlas Shrugged (and Shot at Us)
Chapter 27: Atlas Shrugged (and Shot at Us)
The dawn wasn't peaceful—never was, these days. Smoke hung over New Haven like a blanket that hadn't been washed in months. Impressive, considering it's been closer to weeks. But that was Pandora for you.
The air smelled of oil, ozone, and nerves...
Chapter 27: Master Debater
The first thing I noticed about Jabba's throne room—my throne room now—was that it didn't actually have a throne.
That probably should have been obvious in hindsight.
Jabba the Hutt hadn't needed a chair. He had been the chair. The furniture. The architecture. The...
Chapter 26: The General's Orders
The smoke hadn't even cleared when the questions started.
Roland stood at the edge of the captured outpost, watching a dozen Crimson Lance soldiers kneel in the dust, their red armor dulled by ash and blood. Some were nursing burns; others just stared at the...
Chapter 26: Storming the Castle
You can tell when you're being hunted by an amateur.
There's noise to it. A kind of eagerness. Presence in the Force that flares too brightly, like someone waving their arms and shouting here I am, please notice me murdering you. I'd dealt with that kind of foe...
Threadmarks: Chapter 25: Welcome to Tatooine! Population: Soon To Be Ours
Chapter 25: Welcome to Tatooine! Population: Soon To Be Ours
Greedo had lived on Tatooine his entire life.
This meant two things.
First, he had a highly refined sense for danger. Not the heroic kind—no instincts about destiny or noble sacrifice—but the practical, survival-oriented awareness...
Chapter 25: Old Ghosts, New Problems
You ever walk into a place that smells like potential and failure at the same time?
Maybe a start-up company. A new school. An internship at a place you never heard of. It comes in a lot of forms, but you can never forget that feeling. That blend of...
Chapter 24: Sith Happens
The chamber was quiet. Too quiet.
And I don't mean that in a cliché Scooby Doo kind of way. I mean actually too quiet. The chamber was sealed, air tight. We got nothing. No ambient winds, or even the subtle humm of electricity in the walls.
Nothing particularly...
Chapter 24: Welcome Back, Jack!
Corporal Reiss adjusted his helmet for the fifth time that morning. The damn thing never fit right. Too loose at the chin, too tight at the temples, and the inside always smelled faintly of recycled sweat no matter how many sterilization cycles it went through...
Chapter 23 Pop Goes The Destroyer
Are you kidding me?!
You know, I'll be the first to admit that my last life wasn't perfect. I procrastinated too much, I made decisions that I thought were smart, but had horrible consequences, and I didn't spend enough time with the family.
And even though...
Chapter 23: Diplomatic Disasters
Sundari had always felt like a city built to make a point.
Smooth white domes rose from the ground like declarations of intent, uninterrupted by ornament or excess. The walkways curved gently, guiding movement rather than obstructing it. Even the air felt...