tinian

The ship was moving through hyperspace, having left the Fleet far behind. He sat there, staring off at the bulkhead wall, lost in the thoughts of the past. Thoughts of those he had lost, those he had loved, and those he was leaving behind. For the past several years, his running of Meris V had...

TIMESCAPE I often come to sit along in the roof-top of the Academy now. When the heat of the Korriban sun at noon begins to draw the stench of the planet’s filth, I like to nod drowsily upon the travertine bench, breathing the heady scent of ash from the surrounding volcanoes that abound...