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Starved, exhausted, uncertain. The men situated behind the walls of Ergo Cormond’s fortress were made desperate after weeks of isolation and bombardment. The siege left every man thirsty for an escape and hungry for salvation, and at dawn, that long desired salvation came. As streaks of daylight...

. Nicolás had found it hard to sleep. One could say it was because of a certain man on his mind, and while Numenius was one, there was another: his father. After the Trade Guild publicly voiced their support for Senator Cormond and disavowed his father, the old man had decided to slink...

. The city of Curovao was among the largest of Brentaal. Chock-full streets humming with vagabonds and merchants. Voices bathed in suspicion or trade. Conversation haunted by gossip or debate. Such was the classic experience of any major settlement on the desert world. Perched between two of...

. Coruscant was nothing compared to Chandrila. While the former world was the seat and mind of the Republic, Nicolás had found that the latter was the heart. Like Alderaan, there was something about the planet. The storminess seas, far-flung meadows, its glass spires reaching defiantly to the...

His proposal and bill had successfully made it through the Senate. Approved by an overwhelming majority, Nicolás was ready to move onto the next stage of his plan. The Senate failed to realize the obviously ambiguous intentions checkered throughout his proposal, one that especially left room for...

PvP, death, capture-disabled. Open only to Republic. Nicolás Cormond looked across the Senate rotunda. Hands on the edge, head raised high, the young Senator carried an unfazed aura and a strengthened resolve. The attempt on his life, the attempt on the lives of Senators Adasca to Price, had...

The night was finally here. Everything that Nicolás worked and hoped for had culminated into this night, this lavish ball. For so long, the Senator of Brentaal remained an outcast to his own homeworld. Despised and rejected by his own family, who continued to poison the planet with their ever...

Nicolás slipped into the scope of the club. In an instant, he was met with the smell of the alcohol, the clamor of laughter, and the sound of music. A jazz band played wildly in the corner alongside a young, lavishly dressed woman. Voice robotic but rhythmic, the Senator was soon swept up into...

Coruscant was the seat of the Republic Senate, where its grand rotunda stood high and the glass spires that housed each worldly representative rose defiantly into the sky. But there was something else about Chandrila, about its stormless seas, its rolling hills, its cities that stretched across...

Commenor. Positioned on two semi-growing hyperlanes and one long-time trade out. Tucked in the fold of the Colonies, barely out of reach from the Core. Covered in a vast assortment of mountain ranges, canyons, narrow oceans and grand deserts. Ruled under an unusual blend of corporations...

The Coruscant Museum of Arts was, like any other planetary museum, a symbol of the planet’s wellspring of various cultures, ideals and illustrations. However, unlike any other museum, this was home to far more pieces and far more priceless designs. Given Coruscant stood at the center of the...

Wakeelmui was not a proud world, nor a very important one. Situated in the Inner Rim and recently colonized, the planet held little industry that most worlds long already had, and despite its rolling hills and vast forests, it was neither known for its natural beauty unlike Alderaan or...

There were many different types of Senators. The kind that lazed around in their lofty apartments and positions or drank from fine wine with a pinky raised while talking about the ritzy cake in the corner of the party. The kind that planned and plotted against their rivals, or just about every...

Another charity ball, another extravagant gala. Nicolás was neither surprised or shocked at how grand and opulent the promenade was. He had visited party after party, from both his time when serving in the courts of Brentaal to the days leading up to the last Senate hearing he attended on...

The Coruscant underground. Shoddy, seedy and sleazy. It was here that the criminal and the vagabond lurked, either rolling themselves a blunt, accosting unfamiliar women on the street, or drinking into a stupor inside one of the many run-down bars at each street corner. Most who resided in the...