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A school in a city on Verona… Standing room only. That meant no emergency exits or first aid kits. Or panic buttons or bank vaults. And definitely no automated external defibrillators. Not that that would help. Box fans humidified sweat into tropical mists. The floor was sticky. The ceiling...

They called it the “tree tunnel”. It was a tunnel composed of broken branches, leaves, and tree bark, woven together so its thick layers blocked out most sunlight. Jade had trekked miles into the forest to see it. Finally here, she peered into it and stepped inside. Filtered patterns of light...

Black Kashyyykian dirt dug into her toenails. History lived here. Way back, the Sith space weapon had rained pure hell on this planet. Now, that steady glow of orange was replaced by fields of flowers and rays of heavenly light, sprucing up the area postcard-style. Jade the Jedi Exile was in...

There had been a bad storm, and the forest was awash in slick mud and broken branches. A group of Wookiees was trying to lift a broken tree trunk off a building. They raised it a few feet off the ground before dropping it, sweating. Deciding to take a break, they talked among themselves and...

“Please stand, Jade Hart,” said the translator. Jade was already standing as no chair had been provided. “Do you have anything else to say in your defense before the final verdict?” Jade stared up at the tribunal. Towering over her, in a bus-sized, elbow-bent tree branch sat nine robed Wookiee...

It was a crisp, autumn day. The sun beat down on Jade as she walked across the forest floor. A red hoodie gave her some protection from the sun and scrutiny. Normally, the trees would be providing cover from the sun, but most branches here were all burnt black and twisted. Sweat ran down the...

Zeltros. Beaches. A hot sun. Waves crashing. Shells amid the surf. Jade ran through the sand – passing umbrella’d honeymooners – smiling big and bright. It wasn’t every day she made a new friend. At last she had found it. In front of her was a dwarf palm tree, maybe twice her size, with...

A figure in blue kneels in the black mud of Onderon. At the edge of a city. Vehicles and pedestrians pass in the distance. Some may see her and some may not. The beeps and bonks mix with the oohs and aahs of the parrots and monkey-carnations beyond the walls. She looks over her left shoulder...

About 10 years ago on Nar Shaddaa a group of visiting businessmen had been engulfed and ingested by a floating cloud of acidic dust. A huge shitstorm ensued; people were scared; the Hutts certainly couldn’t network with a half-melted clientele; a college club of do-gooder younglings even made a...

The Seven Things That (Almost) Made Me A Sith There were seven things that almost made me, Jade Hart, a Sith. Well, eight if you include the beskar blaster. Let’s not talk about the beskar blaster. So the seven things that nearly did me in were the talking tree man, the Kowakian monkey-lizard...