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These were Cassian's last moments. He understood that now. Maybe he'd realized it as soon he'd stepped foot out of his office, or as soon as he'd watched Sith destroyers break through Onderon's atmosphere. The Zeltron had already accepted his fate, but he refused to die by his own hand. This...

A cimmerian sky possessed the planet. Darker than anything Cassian had ever beheld, transcending what could be seen with the eyes. It was tangible and living, and it possessed a will of its own—squirming and writhing its way into your skin until it reached your very center, and then it clawed...

Onderon was under attack. Cassian Graves stood in his office, hands pressed behind his back as he watched Sith star destroyers brake through the planet's atmosphere. The day of reckoning he had always known and feared would come was finally here, and it came in like a lion. Roaring, lashing...

To the rest of the Free Worlds senators in attendance, Cassian might have appeared callous or disinterested, his chin resting in the palm of his hand, a placid expression on his face, but he was merely stewing. Coming to terms with a decision made without his consent, that he could not change...

Cassian sat alone in his designated repulsorpod, comfortably leaned back with his feet propped up. He'd arrived earlier, right before the proceedings had begun, but had forgone any pleasantries with his colleagues. He simply wasn't in the mood, nor did he have the energy to engage in small talk...

The turbolift came to a creaking stop on the ground floor, stainless steel doors sliding open with a familiar ding to reveal the lobby of the senate building. Cassian peeked at the chrono beneath his suit sleeve before stepping out of the lift. Ordinarily, this was when he called it quits for...

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Cassian sat alone on a couch in his apartment. Celebrity Catch was certainly desperate for views these days. First that fabricated news story about the Zeltron's secret drug addiction, their only evidence a Sweet that even a child could understand was meant to be sarcastic. The sad thing was...

"Does it really?" Cassian asked, lips pressed into a fine line. He found that hard to believe. Onderon and the rest of the Free Worlds Alliance were certainly a topic for conversation, but not for any of the reasons Larson Kao mentioned. The sudden and unexplainable departure of Korre Belasi...

Larson Kao, a rising star in the world of business and co-owner of Kao, Udin, & Stargazer Commercial Combine, a conglomerate based in the Corporate Sector. A registered trademark worthy of Senator Aezzairfhowrrhuhrrl in length and complexity, and certainly a mouthful. Cassian would opt for its...

Everyone had something to say about the Sith blockade over New Alderaan, from the Jedi Grandmaster to the ISC's Secretary of Defense, except for the Free Worlds Alliance. Kiacro, the Zeltron's personal assistant, had attempted to convince him to release a statement and capitalize on this...

The Zeltron stared at Lysander for a moment, jaw set and eyes unwavering in the darkness that swallowed them. A 'fine leading lady?' Captain Lysander had a big ego for a man in his position—a man who was here to take orders, not give them. Still, Cassian wouldn't have been here if it weren't for...

The transmission cut, and the Zeltron was left standing in an open field on the outskirts of New Aldera. It was not Cassian's intention to remain standing there like a Porg waiting to be shish kabobbed and roasted over an open flame while the Imperial Navy boarded and searched each and every...

Being the Consul of Onderon had its perks. Acquiring Eryn Alenath's criminal record from local security forces had been easy. The Onderonian had dipped her greedy fingers into a little bit of everything over the course of her blossoming criminal career, from smuggling spice to running guns...

Long blades of grass brushed against the Zeltron's pants as he stepped down from the shuttle that ferried him to the surface. The planet was vibrant and lush, just as he remembered, but war left nothing untouched for long. Not even nature was safe. Green lawns, botanical gardens, and forests...

Twilight had fallen over the city of Iziz, a distant sun setting in the west. Cassian sat alone on the couch in his apartment, the monitor turned to a breaking news story. News he had been expecting: the assassination of Darth Stafros. Basilisk was the first-rate assassin he had claimed to be...

OOC Note: Open to anyone that would like to help evacuate citizens off of New Alderaan. This thread is a sub-plot to this one. Denon. Lothal. Kashyyyk. Now New Alderaan, the latest free world to fall victim to the Sith Empire's reign of terror. The Empire's need for vengeance, their blood...

Life was considerably simpler on the outskirts of civilization on Onderon. Stepping into the Hog's Hock was like stepping back in time, and the tavern's proprietors prided themselves on that peculiarity. The smell of strong ale and roasted hog hit you in waves as soon as you walked through the...

Idly, the Zeltron used the tip of a straw to stir the glass of lemonade he'd been given, watching every small piece of pulp float to the surface but never actually taking a sip. Why hadn't he suggested dinner instead of lunch, when drinking was considered socially acceptable? "A graduate?" he...

The Zeltron accepted the hand Nymeria offered, an abnormally difficult gesture between the clunky, uncomfortable outfits and gloves they each wore. But better this getup than to end up as the third Free Worlds Alliance senator to die under mysterious circumstances. And on Quesh, of all places...